Whisperings Series by Linda Welch

I'm told the dead are all around us. I wouldn't know about that. I see only the violently slain. They could be victims of hit-and-run, innocents caught in cross-fire, the murdered. I've come to terms with that. In fact, I've made a career out of it. They whisper to me and they never, ever, forget the face of their killer. They aren't the only supernatural things I see. No, they're not vampires, werewolves or fae - those things don't exist... moreI'm told the dead are all around us. I wouldn't know about that. I see only the violently slain. They could be victims of hit-and-run, innocents caught in cross-fire, the murdered. I've come to terms with that. In fact, I've made a career out of it. They whisper to me and they never, ever, forget the face of their killer. They aren't the only supernatural things I see. No, they're not vampires, werewolves or fae - those things don't exist. We live side by side with what some call the Otherworldy. That's too much of a mouthful for me. I call them demons. If you saw them as I do you'd know why. Right now I'm trying to find a missing boy whose mother was murdered. Or was she murdered? To further complicate the case, Clarion PD gave me a partner I would rather shoot than work with. I can't tell them he's a demon. They'd think I'm crazy. I'm Tiff Banks. Welcome to my world. Whisperings. Parnormal mystery with a splash of humor and dash of romance. less

The sequel to Along Came a Demon: I'm Tiff Banks and I talk to the violently slain. I've learned to live with that, in fact I've made a career out of it. Ex-detective Royal Mortensen and I opened our own investigative agency, and I thought we made a good team. I felt secure in our personal relationship too, until our new clients turned up... moreThe sequel to Along Came a Demon: I'm Tiff Banks and I talk to the violently slain. I've learned to live with that, in fact I've made a career out of it. Ex-detective Royal Mortensen and I opened our own investigative agency, and I thought we made a good team. I felt secure in our personal relationship too, until our new clients turned up. Why did Royal take them on without consulting me, and why are they withholding information which could help solve their case? I don't think they're human, and Royal knows exactly what they are, but refuses to tell me. I think there's a lot Royal isn't telling me. I discovered that while I looked into the disappearance of author Gia Sabato's lover, Royal investigated something far more sinister. Are the two cases connected? Does an authentic nineteenth-century journal have anything to do with either? When the case turns ugly, so does my relationship with the one man I've come to trust. So I'll do what I do best: pound the pavement and talk to dead people. The dead are always watching, they can do nothing else. They whisper to me. less

The sequel to Along Came a Demon and The Demon Hunters. Is it just me? Is anyone else and their sweetie whisked from a romantic getaway and end up in the J. Edgar Hoover Building in Washington DC? I don't even get to show Royal my new sexy underwear. The FBI think I'm a Medium. They want me to "communicate" with the victims of a particularly brutal crime... moreThe sequel to Along Came a Demon and The Demon Hunters. Is it just me? Is anyone else and their sweetie whisked from a romantic getaway and end up in the J. Edgar Hoover Building in Washington DC? I don't even get to show Royal my new sexy underwear. The FBI think I'm a Medium. They want me to "communicate" with the victims of a particularly brutal crime. I have a hard time believing the Federal Bureau of Investigation would seek the help of a psychic investigator, particularly one from Utah. I don't think they're being honest with me. What I discover at the crime scene tells me the killer is not human. I'm surprised when the agents reach the same conclusion. Luckily, they are way off base. I don't expect to revisit old places, or see old faces who demand we quit the case. I don't expect to risk losing everything and everyone I cherish. And what is it with Jack and Dale Jericho? less

“I would tear the world apart for Rio. Would you do the same for Royal?” Royal disappears. He is a demon with inhuman abilities who moves between worlds at will. He could be anywhere. He leaves me a clue that takes me to Bel-Athaer, home of the Gelpha, but the High House councilors kick me out. I’m going back in... more“I would tear the world apart for Rio. Would you do the same for Royal?” Royal disappears. He is a demon with inhuman abilities who moves between worlds at will. He could be anywhere. He leaves me a clue that takes me to Bel-Athaer, home of the Gelpha, but the High House councilors kick me out. I’m going back in. I’ll find the mysterious Seer who sent Royal a message, and while I’m there I’ll do my damndest to save the young High Lord from the Burning Man and find the boy’s missing companion, and at the same time elude assassins who are after my ass. I need backup, someone as strong and fast as Gelpha. Of all the shit crazy things I’ve done, returning to Bel-Athaer in the company of a Dark Cousin and an egotistical Gelpha is high on the list. I won’t tear a world apart, but you can bet I’ll turn it on its ear. less

Recovering Gertrude Hackenbacher’s catnapped kitty pays off when she recommends us to wealthy Scott and Patty Norton of Boston. Scott wants us to deliver a message to his nephew, once we find him. So off we go to England, all expenses paid. Royal is sure we can squeeze in a little sightseeing. Royal is ever the optimist. England is very confusing. To begin with, not all Brits seem to speak English, and what they eat . . . oh my goodness... moreRecovering Gertrude Hackenbacher’s catnapped kitty pays off when she recommends us to wealthy Scott and Patty Norton of Boston. Scott wants us to deliver a message to his nephew, once we find him. So off we go to England, all expenses paid. Royal is sure we can squeeze in a little sightseeing. Royal is ever the optimist. England is very confusing. To begin with, not all Brits seem to speak English, and what they eat . . . oh my goodness. Then there is the investigation – finding the client’s long-lost nephew is not as easy as we supposed, and as usual, I am distracted by dead people who could use my help. And in ancient Little Barrow, when a creature of myth and magic cries out its pain, only Royal and I can hear. Young Paul Norton is missing, and he’s not the only one. Is our helpful innkeeper really a witch? Why did an upstanding member of the community run down and kill a seventeen-year-old boy? With the assistance of some uncooperative British ghosts, we’ll figure out what’s really going on, and bring peace to a demon on a distant shore. less

Whether there are many people in your life, or only a few, losing one hits just as hard. An old friend is murdered, and a new friend stops by long enough to provide a listening ear where Royal and I need it most. Conducting our investigation under Provo PDs radar involves enough shenanigans to give this gal nightmares, and that I'm a "person of interest" doesn't make it any easier. You'll never believe where this investigation takes us. Never in a million years... moreWhether there are many people in your life, or only a few, losing one hits just as hard. An old friend is murdered, and a new friend stops by long enough to provide a listening ear where Royal and I need it most. Conducting our investigation under Provo PDs radar involves enough shenanigans to give this gal nightmares, and that I'm a "person of interest" doesn't make it any easier. You'll never believe where this investigation takes us. Never in a million years. Not in your wildest imagination. Together with the High House, we uncover a plot of epic dimensions. Can we put a stop to it? When desperate times call for desperate measures, will there be casualties? As if a major catastrophe in the making isn't enough to deal with, a conversation prompts me to relook at a decades old case closer to home. What I discover makes me face a tough decision. Do I tell the police and get myself in a heap of trouble? Do I tell the victims? Or do I let it go? less

A holiday offering for fans of Whisperings Paranormal Mystery. You won’t meet any new ghosts in this short story. No murder case, no corpses, no gore. This is romance, Whisperings style. ‘Tis the season and after all she’s been through, I think Tiff deserves a very special Christmas.