When Good Ghosts Get the Blues
A Beechwood Harbor Ghost Mystery

Nothing spoils a vacation faster than a dead body.All I wanted was ten ghost-free days to enjoy sightseeing New Orleans with my boyfriend. I dreamed of mornings spent wandering through art galleries and afternoons listening to live jazz music. Oh, and eating beignets until my pants stop buttoning.I might as well have asked Santa for a unicorn.Within thirty-six hours of setting foot in the Big Easy, an ancient ghost warns me of a murderous spirit lurking in the city, a strip-mall psychic tells me I look pregnant (I blame the beignets) and, oh, yeah, a dead body shows up on the set of my boyfriend’s TV show and he lands himself at the top of the suspect list.If this karma, I must have been an ax murderer in a previous life.