The long, hot days of August have always been the newspapers' silly season, and cub reporter Tara Trent gets the silliest assignments of all. This year it’s a festival of Spiritual Enlightenment in the ancient witch-town of Salem, Massachusetts.
There's a twist, though. Anonymous text messages suggest a modern day witch-hunter is on the loose -- a crackpot determined to see the witches of Salem burn in hell. Tara isn't sure if it's a hoax or for real, but one thing's for certain: things are heating up in Salem.
Her day gets even hotter when she meets Abigail Powers, a petite, hard-bodied FBI agent working on the same case. The two instantly fall for each other, enjoying a long lesson in erotic massage before turning to the burning question: Is the mad witch-hunter of Salem just a jerk who sends out misogynistic text messages, or a potential woman-killer?
Heat Wave: Salem By Maya Anders The air-conditioned newsroom was a welcome relief after the relentless heat of the afternoon sun. Cub reporter Tara Trent headed straight for the water cooler. “Hey, Tara—Red Sonya’s been looking for you.” That came from Kevin, the Boston Bugle’s showbiz gossip columnist. “You better get your pert little ass into her office right away.” Tara scowled at him. “What does she want now? No, don’t tell me—I can guess. It’ll be another of those wacko silly-season stories. For some reason she thinks they suit me.” Kevin glanced at her short spiky hair, which she’d recently dyed electric blue, and at the skimpy boho-chic mini-dress she was wearing. “I can’t imagine why,” he observed. “Last August she sent me up to Vermont to chase non-existent Bigfoot sightings
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