Business is booming, a certain silver-fox contractor named Cary Mann is hot in pursuit (wink-wink), and me and my bestie Fab are as tight as ever. Life is good—newly inherited boggart-in-a-crystal ball aside (don't ask; he's a handful. And libidinous. And it's more of a snow globe than a crystal ball . . .)



Good, that is, until the next ghost shows up with an untimely demise to solve. Turns out, she's a blast from my past . . . a painful one at that, one I could have gone the rest of my life without ever seeing again. My loved ones—both living and dead—all have my back though, ready to throw down with this particularly pesky poltergeist.



But my gift for helping the unalived comes with certain responsibilities. I'll help this ghost solve the mystery behind her death and see her to the light. Even if, years ago, I would've liked to have bumped her off myself. After all . . . isn't that how most of us feel toward the person who helped blow up their marriage?



Yep. I'm tasked with helping the woman who ruined my marriage. But the more I get to know her ghost, the more I realize things are never as cut-and-dried as they seem. Not life, not love, not relationships . . . and certainly not murder!