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The Age of Inno-Scents
A NORA BLACK MIDLIFE PSYCHIC MYSTERY BOOK 6
RENEE GEORGE
BARKSIDE OF THE MOON PRESS
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BY RENEE GEORGE
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For Whom the Smell Tolls (Book 2)
War of the Noses (Book 3)
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The Age of Inno-Scents (Book 6)
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Who Let The Wolves Out? (Book 9)
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Praise for Renee George
“Sense and Scent Ability by Renee George is a delightfully funny, smart, full of excitement, up-all-night fantastic read! I couldn’t put it down. The latest installment in the Paranormal Women’s Fiction movement, knocks it out of the park. Do yourself a favor and grab a copy today!”
—ROBYN PETERMAN NYT BESTSELLING AUTHOR
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"I'm loving the Paranormal Women's Fiction genre! Renee George's humor shines when a woman of a certain age sniffs out the bad guy and saves her bestie. Funny, strong female friendships rule!"
-- MICHELLE M. PILLOW, NYT & USAT BESTSELLING AUTHOR
"I smell a winner with Renee George's new book, Sense & Scent Ability! The heroine proves that being over fifty doesn't have to stink, even if her psychic visions do."
-- MANDY M. ROTH, NY TIMES BESTSELLING AUTHOR
“Sense & Scent Ability is everything! Nora Black is sassy, smart, and her smell-o-vision is scent-sational. I can’t wait for the next Nora book!
—MICHELE FREEMAN, AUTHOR OF HOMETOWN HOMICIDE, A SHERIFF BLUE HAYES MYSTERY
Acknowledgments
A huge thank you to my “you saved my butt once again” crew of BFFs Robbin, Michele, and Robyn for hanging in there with me until the very end. Thank you for being my people! I love you guys!
To my editor Kelli Collins. You are a great friend and my rock! I’m sorry I am such a crap client. LOL (The woman is a saint, people!)
To the PWF #13 - Thanks for bringing attention to heroines of a certain age. You ladies are magnificent.
My husband Steve and my son Taylor for taking up the slack around the house, and most of all, leaving me alone to write! I literally couldn’t do this without you.
My BFF Dakota Cassidy for being my one true heart when it comes to all things binge-worthy. I love you, girl!
And finally, to the readers. You are making this midlife writer happier than you can even imagine! Thank you for loving Nora and going on this journey with her and her BFF brigade.
The Age of Inno-Scents
A Nora Black Midlife Psychic Mystery Book 6
Copyright © 2022 by Renee George
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This is a work of fiction. All characters and storylines in this book are inspired only by the author’s imagination. The characters are based solely in fiction and are in no relation inspired by anyone bearing the same name or names. Any similarities to real persons, situations, or incidents is purely coincidental.
**A version of this book was previously published in the Aged to Perfection Anthology February 2022. The Age of Inno-Scents has since been expanded with additional content.
Publisher: Barkside of the Moon Press
Contents
Blurb
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Earth Spells Are Easy
Paranormal Mysteries & Romances
About the Author
My name is Nora Black, and I’m proof-positive that life past fifty just keeps getting better. I have great friends, own my own business, and I have a wonderful man in my life who loves me, crow’s feet and all.
For my BFF Gilly’s birthday, we are heading to an 80s-themed mystery weekend set in an old high school, and I’m looking forward to big shoulder pads and even bigger hair. The fact that my guy Ezra looks great in tight jeans doesn’t hurt one bit, either.
But when my scratch-n-sniff psychic gift acts up, and it sniffs out an actual murderous plot, our fun outing takes a totally deadly turn.
My scent-o-rama is spazzing out to the max!
The clues are in the past, and we’re racing against the clock to turn back time. But with my nose for clues and a little luck, hopefully, we can find a killer before schools out for murder.
Chapter
One
When I walked out of the bathroom, Ezra Holden, Detective Hottie, aka the man I loved, slid on a gray Members Only jacket. While his jeans weren’t so tight I could see London or France, they did hug his butt in the most delicious way.
“Duuude,” I said. “You have a bodacious booty.”
He chuckled as he pushed the twin beds together to make one big bed, then turned around to face me. He had a month’s worth of beard and mustache going on that I still hadn’t gotten used to.
His brows rose as his bright green gaze landed on mine. “Wow, Nora. Those bangs are gravity-defying.”
I patted the top of my hair. “Courtesy of freeze spray.”
Fortunately, I’d had my roots touched up earlier in the week, or this ode to 1980s style would’ve been a no-go. As it was, I’d used enough hairspray that if someone flicked a lighter too close, my hair would become Aqua Net flambé.
I went up on my toes as he dipped his head. His lips brushed mine in a way that made my entire body sing. He slid his hands over my hips and pulled me close, my stomach pressed against his straining groin. “I can’t believe this is the first time we’ve been alone in two weeks.”
“That’ll teach you to go off undercover with the Feds,” I told him. I cupped my fingers behind his neck and twirled the sandy-blond curls that had gotten longer since he’d begun working with the joint drug task force. “I’m so happy you made it back in time for this weekend.” I sighed as he pressed his forehead against mine. “But I would’ve understood if you’d decided to stay home.”
He caressed my cheek. “What? And miss you in a ruffled mini dress with the biggest shoulder pads I’ve ever seen? Not on your life.”
“This old thing?” I said coyly, batting my fake eyelashes at him. My dress was golden yellow and was the exact one I’d worn to the winter semi-formal in 1986. After my mom died, I’d found several of my outfits in wardrobe bags hanging in the closet of my girlhood bedroom. The dress was a bit tighter in the waist and hips than it had been when I was seventeen, but thanks to the miracle that is shapewear, it still fit. “I can’t believe I have a legit reason to wear it again.”
He gave me a quirky half-smile. “It’s fun seeing you get all I-love-the-eighties for a weekend. Although, I was surprised they made
School’s Out for Murder, Incorporated was a new murder mystery immersive weekend venue in an old renovated high school outside of Button Falls, about forty minutes from Garden Cove. The owner-operators had strict rules about no technology that included laptops, tablets, and phones. I’d done a couple of escape rooms, so I understood the reasoning. Still, I felt a little naked without my cell. The nice thing, though, was that Ezra couldn’t get called back to Garden Cove for any reason. After his long absence, I was glad to have him primarily to myself for two days.
“I guess they don’t want anyone cheating,” I mused.
He smirked. “I’m a detective. I already have an unfair advantage.”
“Only if you think applying cop logic to a fictional mystery is an advantage.”
Ezra snorted. “We’ll see who solves the murder first.”
“Hey.” I leaned into him. “We’re partners in this.”
“In all ways,” he said before lifting me off the ground and carrying me across the room.
I giggled as he lowered me to the bed.
Until my ass slid between the mattresses.
“This is so not going to work,” I said with a laugh.
He shook his head. “They really did a great job of converting these classrooms into guest quarters, but they definitely didn’t make them couple-friendly.”
“Hah. Maybe that’s the point.” I unwedged myself from the crevice. “It’s a school.” The brick walls had been painted a silver-sage color, making the room feel less institutional. “But I bet we can get creative.”
“Oh?” The corners of his eyes crinkled as he grinned down at me. “I’m all for creative.”
I patted the bed. “I know you are.”
He sat down next to me. “Maybe we should skip the dance…” He playfully nipped my lower lip as his fingers danced down the middle of my back. He frowned. “Where’s the zipper?”
“It’s on the side.”
He nuzzled my neck while he explored my dress with his hands. “Interesting…”
The sound of the zipper unzipping was followed by my grateful exhale as the bodice relaxed and gave me more breathing room.
“I think we’re going to be a little late,” I said.
His warm palm splayed across my ribs as his fingers slid under my bra. He kissed up the side of my neck, the brush of his beard and the heat of his breath pulling strings of pleasure through me. I leaned my head back and moaned.
I felt his satisfied smile against my skin. “We’re going to be a lot late.”
“I’m good with that.”
Three sharp knocks elicited a sound close to a growl from Ezra. “Go away,” he said.
“Come on, you guys,” Gilly yelled from the other side of the door. “Let’s go.”
I sighed as Ezra lowered his forehead to my chest. “We have to go, don’t we?” he asked.
“It’s her birthday,” I said. “So, that’s a big yes.”
When Gilly had found out School’s Out for Murder, Incorporated was doing a 1980s-themed mystery for their opening weekend, she’d immediately reserved six spots. It hadn’t taken much for Pippa Hines—the third in our bestie trio—and me to get on board with the plan. Gilly was turning fifty-four, and her children, twins, were college-aged now and were no longer living at home. In other words, empty nest syndrome was real. To lift Gilly’s spirits, we’d been down for whatever was going to make her happy.
I’d closed Scents & Scentsability, the boutique where I sold organic beauty products that I created and curated, for the weekend. Garden Cove was a seasonal tourist town, so we relied mostly on outside orders to keep our profits in the black during the winter months. Pippa, who used to be my assistant when I worked for one of the largest beauty suppliers in the United States, managed the front of the shop. As for Gilly, she was an established massage therapist with twenty years of experience. Honestly, her local clients were our best year-round customers. Getting her to come work with Pippa and me had not only been a good best friend move it had also been great for business.
Gilly knocked again. “Are you coming?”
“Apparently not,” Ezra muttered.
I snickered. “We’ll be there in a couple of minutes.” Long enough for me to get zipped up and Ezra to lose his, uhm, disappointment.
Ezra held up his hand and flashed me five fingers three times in a row.
“Be there in fifteen minutes,” I amended.
“Five! And not a minute later. You hear that, Easy?” Gilly said, using Ezra’s nickname.
“Why am I in trouble?” he asked.
“Because she knows you about as well as I do.”
Ezra winked at me. “You’d be amazed at what I can do in five minutes.”
“Settle down, Risky Business. This hair and this dress will take longer than five minutes to put back together.”
“Fine.” He got up and helped me to my feet.
I sucked in my gut and zipped my dress. “We’ll sneak away later tonight.”
“Promises, promises.”
I grabbed him by the collar of his Members Only—not a euphemism—and tugged him close for a kiss. “One I intend to keep.” I let him go and walked to the door. “But until then, we have a dance to go to, followed by a mystery to solve.” I slid on a pair of yellow Converse low tops. I was not cramming my feet into a pair of bright-colored chunky heels for the sake of authenticity. Besides, Converse were just as popular then as they are now, and my feet would thank me for it later.
“Cute shoes,” Ezra said.
I went up on my toes and turned my ankle to him. “I’ll have you know that my favorite shoes in the eighties were a pair of high-tops in just this color.”
He smiled. “I think they’re, like, totally awesome.”
“Aw! I didn’t know you were a Valley Girl.”
“A Valley what?” He shook his head. “There’s a whole page devoted to 1980s slang in our check-in packet. I studied it while you were getting ready.” He put his arm around me. “Do you think they’ll have food?”
I gave his belly a tap. “You had a double cheeseburger and large fries on the way here.”
He frowned. “You ate some of my fries.”
I held up two fingers. “Two fries.”
“I feel like I haven’t eaten in weeks.”
“Tapeworm,” I said.
He frowned as he opened the door. “You’re not funny.”
I laughed. “I really am.”
He bumped shoulders with me. “Spaz.”
“Dork,” I countered. “Let’s boat.”
“Huh?”
“Motor on, dude.”
“Duuude,” he said with a grin. “After you.”
When I stepped out into the hall, an older middle-aged man, wearing jeans and a t-shirt, hustled past me. He smelled like he’d been picking herbs in a dank forest of pine trees. In other words, like Drakkar Noir, which could’ve been called What High School Boys Smelled Like in the 1980s. Mr. Rude clipped me with his shoulder and sent me stumbling sideways against the white lockers lining the walls.
“Hey!” Ezra shouted. I grabbed his arms to keep myself upright, preventing him from going after the rude jerk.
The man gave us a one-finger wave without looking back as he continued his fast walk down the hall.
While the guy was gone, the sweet, herbal scent of his cologne lingered…along with a memory.
“Pizza face,” a guy wearing a yellow and blue letter jacket says as he slams another guy into a locker. He has BF in large letters on one side of the jacket, covered in silver and brass letter pins for football, basketball, and baseball. On the other side is a bearded Viking head with a horned hat. Probably the school mascot. The left sleeve has the number ten on his upper arm. The teenager’s dark, short-cropped hair is damp, but his face, like those of all his friends and the boy against the locker, is a blur. The pungent aroma of cologne and body spray is heavy in the air.
