It’s been just a little over 2 years since I read my first book by Morgan Brice. It was Treasure Trail, the first book in this series. I remember when I finished it that I was eagerly looking forward to more stories for Erik and Ben. While I waited for this story, I read many other books by Morgan Brice and became a fan. IMHO, Blink was worth the wait.

Blink is the second book in the Treasure Trail series but you really can read it as a standalone because the author gives you any information you might need from book one. I highly recommend book one, though, so I hope you give it a try even if you read Blink first.

The events in Blink follow pretty closely on the heels of book one. Erik and Ben are settling into a relationship but are also taking things slow as far as living together goes. The blurb really gives you all the details about the story. I want to tell you that once I started reading it, I couldn’t put it down.

Erik and Ben have bad guys coming at them from all over and Ben’s cousin, Sean, even gets threatened. Sean has a food truck business in a different nearby town and the mob comes calling asking him and other food truck vendors for “protection” money. I loved how Sean’s food truck plays a significant role in the story towards the end; I hope we see more of him in future books.

This story contains ghosts, witches, and other paranormal creatures. Many of them are great allies for Ben and Erik and they added a lot to the story. Blink is an entertaining and suspenseful story with just the right amount of mystery thrown in. I’m looking forward to reading more stories in the interconnected worlds of Morgan Brice (aka Gail Z. Martin).

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“Hi everyone. Are we going in?” A dark-haired woman in her early forties with olive skin and black hair sauntered up, dark eyes sparkling with curiosity. Alessia Mason always seemed calm and controlled, but now she clearly radiated excitement at the possibility of glimpsing the old theater.

Alessia owned the Spirit of the Sea gift shop and had married into one of the old Cape May families, but right now what mattered most was her role as the head of the local coven and the powerful magic she had inherited from her Sicilian mother.

“Right this way,” Jaxon said, brandishing the key. “The Arts Council officially owns the building, so we don’t even have to sneak in.”

He unlocked the door to the convenience store, which was a shell of its past self. All of the fixtures had been sold off, but the faded signage around the top of the walls remained, directing customers toward soft drinks, sundries, and restrooms.

They followed him inside, and Jaxon locked the door behind them. Then they headed toward the back, past the break room and offices to an unmarked door.

“The store was here for over twenty years, and most people never knew that the Regent Theater lay behind it,” Jaxon said. He gestured toward the area they had just navigated.

“Imagine coming through the big glass doors, past the ticket booth,” Jaxon said, pointing back the way they had come. “You’d enter a high-ceiling lobby with a bar, concession stand, and seating for patrons who came early to see and be seen. Then you’d move farther inside, and there would be double doors leading into the actual theater.”

Erik looked behind them, struggling to imagine the way it had once been. A grid of acoustic panels hid the original molded plaster ceiling several feet higher that he had seen in photographs. The plain walls and stained tile floor made it difficult to picture lush red carpet, velvet rope swags, cocktail servers, and a concession stand that not only had popcorn but according to the stories Jaxon shared on the drive over, also served foie gras.

Jaxon opened the door and reached inside to flip on a light. Erik hesitated to get a psychic read on the space ahead.

“Definitely haunted,” Alessia said, staring into the distance with a glazed look that told Erik her attention lay elsewhere.

His own touch magic worked differently. To get a strong reaction, Erik usually had to be in physical contact with an object. He had avoided touching anything since they had arrived, but even so, the theater itself gave off unmistakable vibes. Both he and Alessia had extra perception which included seeing ghosts, although neither was a full medium able to summon or speak with the dead.

“Bad things happened here.” Erik found himself speaking before he realized it. “Dark magic. Death. Cursed.”

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