Paranormal Investigation Bureau Books 1-10

A laugh-out-loud, clean paranormal cosy mystery series that will have you laughing, crying, and on the edge of your seat. It's the perfect series to grab when you need an enjoyable escape from the everyday. Lily uses her new witch powers to fights for friends, family, and justice in this emotionally charged mystery series set in a quaint English village where good always triumphs over evil.

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Paranormal Investigation Bureau Books 1-10

Paranormal Investigation Bureau Books 1-10

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From USA Today bestselling author Dionne Lister comes a fun, action-packed cosy mystery series.

When a strange English woman shows up at Lily Bianchi's door in Sydney one day, it becomes the strangest day ever for the Aussie photographer.

She discovers she's a witch and that her brother is missing in England. Against her better judgement, she hops on the next plane to England to help the Paranormal Investigation Bureau find her brother.

The series follows kind, loyal, and quirky Lily as she acclimatises to life in England and her new job helping the PIB solve witch crimes. The books have humour, action, magic, and a touch of romance.

With over 8500 Amazon ratings and reviews for book one alone, this series has been enjoyed by thousand and thousands of readers, many of whom have fallen in love with Lily and her friends. Grab your book bundle now and find out why readers love this series.

Intro into Chapter One



The bride’s nasally whine cut through the string quartet’s soft music. “Hey, photographer, not there. Move that way a bit.” She waved a large knife, indicating where I should go, the glossy white ribbon tied around the handle rippling with her efforts. “Remind me again why I’m paying you when I’m giving all the direction?”

God help me, but I wanted to shove her face into the wedding cake. Deep breaths. I tried to smile while I took a step to the left. I looked through the viewfinder of my Nikon and assessed the shot. The whitewashed weatherboard walls and iron chandelier holding candles created a magical backdrop. So pretty.

“No! Oh my God, do I have to do everything myself?” she shrieked, and I started. The bride bore down on me, knife still in hand, and pushed my shoulder until I was situated exactly where she wanted. 

Who said weddings were an easy way to earn money? The bride retreated to her spot next to the groom. At least he had the good grace to blush. I wondered if he was reassessing his choice of a life partner. Bad luck, buddy; you already put a ring on it. “Are we ready to cut the cake now?” she asked, heavily pencilled eyebrow raised, as if I’d been the one holding things up. Sheesh.

“Look this way,” I said, my eye twitching. The bride, Tracy, rolled her eyes. I guess I was stating the obvious, but her husband had been looking at her, so what was I supposed to do? They both turned to the camera, Tracy’s scowl quickly switching to a glowing smile. I snapped a few shots while they poised the tip of the knife on the icing then pushed the blade into the four-tiered work of art. 

With Tracy occupied, I quickly stepped back to my original position and clicked away as they fed each other cake. Why hire me if you’re not going to trust my judgement? It wasn’t like I was the cheapest photographer out there, and I doubted Tracy had a degree in visual arts. Who’d come up with the “the customer is always right” saying? Honestly, most of the time, the customer had no idea about shot composition and lighting. A headache threatened as I thought about the editing suggestions that would be coming my way next week.

Her parents joined her, and her father leaned in for a hug. I quickly moved forward, focused the lens and clicked some close-ups. That would be an amazing shot—the emotion in his face brought tears to my eyes. I couldn’t wait to see it on my large desktop screen. Except…

I blinked and stopped clicking. I must be tired, because her father seemed see through, like I imagined a ghost would be. I could see Tracy’s mother through him. What the hell? I lowered the camera. And, of course, he was solid, normal again. I must need more coffee. Maybe Tracy’s whole crazy-bride thing had me so stressed that I was hallucinating.

Feedback exploded from the speaker system, destroying my hearing with laser precision. A giggle followed, and then a woman’s voice slurred out of the speakers. “Oopsie. Time to dance! Get your arses on the floor, peeps!” Taylor Swift blasted over the partygoers. So that was it for any conversation. I pulled my phone out of my back pocket and checked the screen. 8:45 p.m.: forty-five torturous minutes to go. At least the bride would be too busy to harass me, as her bridesmaids had dragged her onto the dance floor. 

I slipped my phone back into my pocket and hoisted my camera in front of my face. This was probably one of my favourite parts of a wedding—the candid shots where everyone was having fun. Someone tapped me on the shoulder. I turned. 

The bride’s father stood there, solid as ever, thank God. He even smiled. “Hi, Lily. I wanted to say thank you very much for today. You helped make this an incredible day for my daughter. I know she can get a little carried away sometimes.” He shrugged, as if to say “what are you gonna do?” Hmm, I could think of a few things. “Anyway, here’s an extra something to show our appreciation.” His smile was genuine when he handed me a white envelope. It all felt a bit Mafia.

“Um, thank you, Mr Papadakis. That’s very kind of you.” He had already paid me the full amount for the job via direct debit, but I could only assume this was extra cash. I really wanted to know how much, but I wasn’t sure if it was polite to open the envelope in front of him.

“It’s my pleasure. My wife and I can’t wait to see all the pictures. Thanks again.” He smiled and made his way to the dance floor to bust some moves with his daughter. What a nice dad. 

I took a deep breath and fought an unexpected tear. If I ever got married, I didn’t have a dad to celebrate with, or a mum. They disappeared when I was fourteen, presumed dead. Maybe I would just avoid the whole “getting married” thing, then I wouldn’t have to worry about missing them being there. At least I still had my older brother, James. After my parents disappeared, he took care of me. Then later, he met and married a London girl. They lived just outside London, but he called me every week, and I knew I’d be getting a call later for my birthday. He’d been over there for six years, but he never forgot the important dates.

I nabbed the last of the shots for the night, said goodbye to the bride and groom without too much drama, then lugged my equipment to my Subaru and packed it into the back seat. Once behind the wheel, I locked the doors—one could never be too careful—and opened the envelope. I simulated a drum roll by vibrating my tongue on the roof of my mouth—okay, it didn’t sound anything like a drum roll, but it was better than nothing. My ears rang from the loud music, but the crinkle of the envelope opening was still loud in the quiet car. I held my breath as I pulled out the contents… green plastic notes, which meant, oh my God! One thousand Aussie dollars in hundreds.

“Woohoo!” I screamed. This called for a song. “Happy birthday to me. Happy birthday to me. Happy birthday, dear Lily. Happy birthday to me!” Best present ever. One-thousand un-taxable dollars. I grinned. Maybe I could duck over to the UK sooner than I thought. This money was so going into my holiday/visit-my-brother fund. I turned the radio on and sang along with the latest pop tunes all the way home. Maybe turning twenty-four wasn’t so bad after all. 

Except, I may have spoken too soon.

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EXCERPT—We continued into the park for another five minutes before we stopped. Angelica spread her arms wide. “It happened around here. We found traces of blood just there”—she pointed a few metres into the grass—"that we identified as James’s.” My heart kicked up a notch. I hesitantly walked to the patch of grass, not sure how I’d react to what I found, if, indeed, there was anything left to find. I looked closely. It might have even rained since his abduction, and I couldn’t see anything that would indicate something violent and terrifying had happened here. I turned my camera on.

The moment of truth. I swallowed.

“Who’s that?” Millicent squinted into the faint light towards the road, probably trying to see better. Four men in dark coats approached. One of them had his hand on his hip, just inside his coat, like it was resting on a gun. 

I looked at Angelica. “Should we run, or should you be casting a spell or something?”

Her mouth pressed into a thin line, and her brow wrinkled. “I know who it is, but I have no idea why they’re here. Let me handle this.” She turned to Millicent. “Don’t say a word, dear. I have a bad feeling about this.” Angelica walked towards the men, heading them off before they reached Millicent and me. They were far enough away that whatever they said only reached us in an incoherent low rumble. Angelica put her hands on her hips and stepped closer to the dark-haired man in front. I would not want to be him right now.

Millicent grabbed my arm. “Lily.” She kept her voice low. “I know who they are. Two of them are PIB detectives. The other two are PIB police. I would say we’re safe, because they’re our guys, but I don’t like the vibes coming off the whole thing.”

“Why do you think they’re here?”

“There are only two reasons they’d be here. Maybe they needed to check the scene of the crime again.”

Hmm, that was only one reason. “What would be the other reason?”

Angelica turned and hurried towards us, the men marching behind her. It was like a wave of negativity rolling in. I had a feeling we were about to find out the second reason, and we weren’t going to like it.

Angelica started speaking before she reached us. “Ladies, I’m sorry, but this isn’t good news. Just do what they say, and I’ll get this straightened out as fast as I can.” When she reached me, she reached out and grabbed my Nikon. “Give me this, Lily. You don’t want it to get ruined. I’ll make sure it’s kept safe.” Confused, I handed her my camera. And then I recognised two of the men. Adrenaline flooded my body. My mouth went dry. We were in serious trouble... CONTINUE READING Witchnapped in Westerham if you enjoy:

  • action-packed books
  • fun mysteries
  • quirky characters
  • emotional storylines

⭐️ ⭐️ ⭐️ ⭐️⭐️ "I really enjoyed the Witches of Westerham series of books. I read the first 12 books in the series in two weeks. They are full of fun characters and have a silly slightly offbeat point of view that keeps them entertaining. The characters are what make these books so much fun to read and the story line is one that you want to follow along with. I highly recommend these books." —Amazon review.

⭐️ ⭐️ ⭐️ ⭐️⭐️ "I'm enjoying this series more and more with every new instalment. This one did not disappoint. As Lily is settling in to her new life and making friends, the mysteries keep coming. The author does a great job of balancing the seriousness of each mystery with just enough humor to keep it from getting too dark. Who doesn't love a leading character addicted to coffee and double chocolate muffins?"—Amazon review

*Please note that Witchnapped in Westerham (book 1) has two different covers, but it is the same book.

Books included in the bundle:

  • Witchnapped in Westerham
  • Witch Swindled in Westerham
  • Witch Undercover in Westerham
  • Witchslapped in Westerham
  • Witch Silenced in Westerham
  • Killer Witch in Westerham
  • Witch Haunted in Westerham
  • Witch Oracle in Westerham
  • Witchbotched in Westerham
  • Witch Cursed in Westerham

Main Tropes

  • Amateur Sleuth
  • Witches
  • English Village Setting
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