title: A Vision in Velvet (Witchcraft Mystery)
author:  Juliet Blackwell 
description: <b>PRAISE FOR THE WITCHCRAFT MYSTERIES</b><br /><br />Blackwell mixes reality and witchcraft beautifullyfascinating.[This] book sparkles with Blackwells outstanding storytelling skills.Lesas Book Critiques<br /><br />A smashingly fabulous tale.<i>New York Times</i> bestselling author Victoria Laurie<br /><br />Funny and thoughtful...an easy read with an enjoyable heroine and a touch of witchy intuition.The Mystery Reader<br /><br />A really entertaining read...I look forward to the next installment.Cozy Crimes<br /><br />A wonderful paranormal amateur sleuth tale...Fans will enjoy Lilys magical mystery tour of San Francisco.Genre Go Round Reviews<br /><b>PRAISE FOR THE HAUNTED HOME RENOVATION MYSTERIES</b><br /><br />Juliet Blackwells writing is like that of a master painter, placing a perfect splash of detail, drama, color, and whimsy in all the right places!<i>New York Times </i>bestselling author Victoria Laurie
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  For Michael ~ my love, my best friend, and my very own hero.
  
  ~ Jane
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  August, 1813
  
  Devlin Bartlett spotted his prey. No visit to Bentley Manor was complete
  without teasing Lady Madeline Trent unmercifully. She was strolling along the
  brick walk, sidestepping the puddles from the recent rainfall. The gold in her
  blond hair gleamed from the bright sun, and for a moment he wished he could
  have thought of Madeline as something more than a younger sister. Instead, he
  would have his fun and then seek out his old friend and former colleague, John
  Trent, to deliver the message from the Home Office one last time. His life as
  a courier and spy had come to an end. But he wouldn’t dwell on the reasons
  now. It was too glorious a day and a certain lady needed his attention.
  
  He fell into step behind her. It wasn’t like Madeline to stroll calmly. Where
  was the bundle of energy that usuall