A cold hour — Sherrie Lea Morgan

There's no time like the present to mend the past...and a pair of broken hearts. Moving in with Mitch isn't the only big step forward Shannon has made recently. She's let him see her—really see her—psychic gift and all. And he hasn't run for the hills. Shannon even dares to let him watch her open her box of trinkets to select the next item to return to its rightful owner. The plain old wristwatch reveals a fractured, incomplete vision of a young man frantic to leave town before he suffers retaliation for...something. Shannon's not sure what, or even who the young man is. A familiar name surfaces in the vision—Michelline, an elderly shop owner whose roots reach back deep into Louisiana's Hoodoo culture. With St. Patrick's Day approaching and Petrie's Crossing gearing up to celebrate, Shannon hopes the luck of the Irish will work its magic. Helped along by tea-and-sugar enticements to not-so-subtly tap into the town gossip mill. But as Shannon's visions reveal more pieces of the puzzle—some of them drenched in blood—she begins to wonder if this is one trinket that could cause more heartbreak than healing.