Beechwood Harbor Ghost Mystery Book 3: When Good Ghosts Get the Blues

There's nothing that can ruin a vacation faster than finding a dead body. All I had wanted was to spend ten days without any ghostly encounters, exploring New Orleans with my boyfriend. I had imagined leisurely mornings spent visiting art galleries, followed by afternoons listening to live jazz music and indulging in beignets until my pants no longer fit. It was like wishing for a unicorn. But within thirty-six hours of arriving in the Big Easy, an ancient ghost warned me about a murderous spirit haunting the city. Then a psychic at a strip mall told me I looked pregnant (I blame the beignets), and to top it all off, my boyfriend found himself as the prime suspect in a murder that took place on the set of his TV show. If this is karma, I must have been a notorious criminal in a past life.

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