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Ghost in the Polka Dot Bikini (Ghost of Granny Apples Series #2)

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by Sue Ann Jaffarian

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Imagine spending eternity with your backside hanging out—that's what Emma Whitecastle and Granny Apples can't help but think when they meet the ghost of Tessa North frolicking in the surf off Catalina Island. Tessa, a young starlet who died on the island in the 1960s wearing nothing but a polka dot bikini, won't cross over until "Curtis" comes for her. To help


Imagine spending eternity with your backside hanging out—that's what Emma Whitecastle and Granny Apples can't help but think when they meet the ghost of Tessa North frolicking in the surf off Catalina Island. Tessa, a young starlet who died on the island in the 1960s wearing nothing but a polka dot bikini, won't cross over until "Curtis" comes for her. To help the winsome, bikini-clad spirit, Emma and Granny must find out who Curtis is and how Tessa died. Their investigation takes them from the grit and glamour of Hollywood to Kennedy-era political intrigue-before hitting dangerously close to home.

Along with a sprinkling of history, this spirited new mystery series features the amateur sleuth team of Emma Whitecastle and the spirit of her pie-baking great-great-great-grandmother, Granny Apples.


"Adding two paranormal series (Granny Apples and Madison Rose) to her long-running paralegal series doesn't take a bit off Jaffarian's edge."—Kirkus Reviews

"Fans of paranormal cozies will find a lot to like."—Publishers Weekly

"Jaffarian's clear passion for writing comes through with lively characters, each brimming with wit and intelligence and making for a fun, lighthearted read."—Suspense Magazine

"Sue Ann Jaffarian never fails to make me chuckle."—Joanne Fluke,New York Times best-selling author of the Hannah Swensen Mysteries

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Publishers Weekly
While enjoying a Thanksgiving getaway with boyfriend Phil Bowers on Catalina Island, ghost whisperer Emma Whitecastle encounters a bikini-clad ghost in Jaffarian's spirited second Ghost of Granny Apples mystery (after 2009's Ghost à la Mode). Tessa North, a Hollywood starlet who died on Catalina soon after Bobby Kennedy was assassinated in Los Angeles in 1968, claims to be waiting for the return of "Curtis" before she can pass on to the other side. Emma and Granny Apples (aka Ish Reynolds), Emma's ghost great-great-great-grandmother, set out to learn more about Curtis and the circumstances of Tessa's death. Meanwhile, Emma's probe into the Tessa haunting for her paranormal TV show, The Whitecastle Report, leads to a stabbing murder and the revelation of secrets of Emma's former father-in-law, director and producer George Whitecastle. Fans of paranormal cozies will find a lot to like. (Feb.)
Kirkus Reviews

A romantic weekend lands a talk-show host in the middle of a 40-year-old murder nobody will acknowledge.

Life is good for Emma Whitecastle (Ghost à la Mode, 2009).The Whitecastle Report, her show on paranormal research, is almost as popular as her ex-husband Grant's TV spot. Her new squeeze, Phil Bowers, is adjusting to her gift of clairvoyance, and her favorite spirit, Granny Apples, has agreed to respect her privacy during those special moments with Phil. Thanksgiving is a challenge because Emma's daughter Kelly is spending the holiday with Grant. So Emma and Phil opt for a nontraditional celebration in Catalina. There she meets Tessa North, splashing in the November surf in the bikini she wore the day of her death, which Emma dates shortly after Bobby Kennedy's assassination. Tessa doesn't seem to know she's dead; she's just waiting for Curtis to come get her. Trouble is, nobody else seems to know about Tessa's demise either. There's no police report. Emma's ex–father-in-law, director George Whitecastle, can't remember the starlet fromBeach Party Prom. His buddies, Paul Feldman and Worth Manning, have developed a similar amnesia, even though Tessa's ex-roommate Denise Dowd shows Emma a picture of the three with a bevy of beauties including Tessa. Which convinces Emma that Tessa's death involved foul play—if only she could get someone to admit Tessa was dead.

Adding two paranormal series (Granny Apples and Fang in Cheek) to her long-running paralegal series doesn't take a bit off Jaffarian's edge.

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Ghost in the Polka Dot Bikini

A Ghost of Granny Apples Mystery
By Sue Ann Jaffarian

Midnight Ink

Copyright © 2011 Doug Thompson
All right reserved.

ISBN: 978-0-7387-1382-3

Chapter One

The woman frolicking in the waves was underdressed for November, even for a ghost. Emma Whitecastle watched as the curvaceous, bikini-clad spirit dashed in and out of the waves, as carefree and untouched by the morning cold as a porpoise. Emma, on the other hand, pulled her jacket together and zipped it up close under her chin before hovering over the cup of hot coffee she'd picked up from a bakery around the corner. She'd had a restless night, tossing and turning most of it, so just after five thirty she dressed quietly in jeans, a sweater, warm socks, and sneakers, and headed for the beach to watch the sunrise, leaving behind a sleeping Phillip Bowers in their hotel room.

It was Thanksgiving weekend. Kelly, Emma's daughter who was attending Harvard, hadn't come home for the short holiday, opting instead to spend it at a friend's home in Connecticut. Emma's parents were on a cruise through the Panama Canal. Phil's boys, both a little older than Kelly, were with their mother, and his aunt Susan and uncle Glen were visiting their daughter. That left Phil and Emma to fend for themselves over the four-day holiday.

Catalina had been Phil's idea. Emma had been to the vacation spot located just twenty-six miles off the coast of Southern California many times while married to Grant Whitecastle, the bad boy of TV talk-show hosts. During those times, she'd either stayed in the finest island hotels, like the former Wrigley Mansion, now known as the Inn on Mt. Ada, or on the yachts of Grant's show-biz friends. When Phil first proposed the trip, he'd booked them at the Inn on Mt. Ada, but Emma didn't want to stay anywhere she'd stayed with Grant. As Phil ticked off the names of the best hotels, Emma had said no to each.

Phil had been frustrated. "You can't go through life avoiding everywhere the two of you traveled. If you do, we'll never go anywhere."

He'd been right. But he hadn't been right about why Emma felt the way she did.

"Are you sure you're over him?" Phil had asked, the vein in his neck as taut as pulled rope, bracing himself for news he didn't want to hear.

Emma's divorce from Grant Whitecastle had been finalized at the end of last year. Technically, she'd become a single woman on January first, just eleven months ago. She and Grant had been separated about a year and a half prior to that, but the marriage had been on the rocks almost from the time he'd hit it big with his tacky, tabloid-style talk show. Even before they'd been formally separated, Grant had impregnated Carolyn Bryant, his B-movie, party-girl mistress. Grant had married Carolyn on the first weekend in the new year in a splashy wedding attended by much of Hollywood. Photos of the bride and groom with their toddler son, Oscar, had assaulted Emma from every supermarket checkout stand. And that's how Emma knew she was over Grant Whitecastle. The photos elicited nothing from her except pity for Grant, for the life he'd thrown away in his quest for fame and his lust for a sleazy wannabe out to grab any man with a big name and a bigger bank account. He'd lost her, damaged the bond with his daughter, even lost the respect of his own parents. He'd pretty much flipped them all the bird—in public.

Kelly had been reluctant to attend her father's wedding, but in the end she did, reporting back that even though it looked like Hollywood had turned out for the circus event, it was more out of deep-seated support and respect for Grant's parents, George and Celeste Whitecastle.

George Whitecastle was a multi-award-winning director and producer who counted Clint Eastwood and George Lucas among his closest friends. George's parents, both now dead, had been Hollywood legends. And Celeste had been a famous starlet, known for her beauty and grace. She'd even been dubbed the next Grace Kelly. And, like the late Princess of Monaco, Celeste had given up her budding career for love and family.

Emma knew that Kelly's summation was probably correct—that most of the A-list guests at the wedding had been there for George and Celeste. Even though Emma was no longer married to Grant, she was still on the fringe of show business, having her own modest talk show on television, and gossip managed to filter down to her. Grant Whitecastle was respected for his runaway ratings, not for himself. The minute those ratings dipped, he'd be kicked aside like a pair of old, worn sneakers, just as he had kicked Emma aside.

No, Emma was over Grant Whitecastle. She'd stopped loving him long before the divorce was final. What she tried to explain to Phil Bowers was that she wanted to make new and happier memories with him. Many of her past stays on Catalina had not been pleasant ones. Even on the small island, Grant had managed to cat around, and many of those luxury hotel rooms had been scenes of arguments and despair. In the end, she'd finally agreed to the Hotel Metropole, where Phil booked them into a lovely mini suite with a balcony facing the ocean.

Emma took an appreciative sip of her coffee and studied the ghost playing in the surf. She'd first seen the spirit yesterday. It had been Thanksgiving morning, their first morning on the island. After breakfast, she and Phil had gone for a morning stroll to explore the beachfront shop windows before the village of Avalon was fully awake. The ghost of the young woman had been sitting on one of the tiled benches, her eyes closed, her pretty face turned toward the slow-rising sun as if soaking up rays at high noon in July. As they had passed by, the ghost had opened her eyes and looked at Emma with a frank curiosity as solid as the bench on which she sat. She said nothing, but several steps later, when Emma looked over her shoulder, the ghost was still staring after them.

Catalina supposedly had many ghosts in residence, the most famous being that of Natalie Wood. The actress had drowned while yachting off Two Harbors, the other main town on the island. The accident had occurred over Thanksgiving weekend in 1981, and since then many people have claimed they've seen the ghost of the popular movie star walking the beach. While on the island, Emma planned to do some research into the local spirits and legends for a segment on Catalina for her weekly television talk show on paranormal theories and activities. Catalina's rich paranormal history dated back to its original Indian inhabitants and included colorful stories about the Chicago Cubs baseball team, who used the island as its spring training camp for nearly thirty years, and the golden era of Hollywood, when movie stars like Clark Gable and Errol Flynn considered it their playground.

Emma was fairly new to the world of spirits and ghosts, only discovering her ability to see and speak with them last year when the ghost of her great-great-great grandmother, Ish Reynolds, better known as Granny Apples, had come to her for help to prove her innocence in the death of her husband, Jacob. At first skeptical, Emma reluctantly embraced her ability to see the dead and helped Granny. It was during her investigation into Granny's death that she'd met Phil Bowers. Shortly after, she was offered a chance to host the talk show—the Whitecastle name, no doubt, giving as much, if not more, weight to the producer's decision about hiring her than her abilities.

The show, which aired Thursdays opposite Grant's daily talk show, was doing well and had a solid following after its first short season. It was currently on hiatus but had been picked up for another run with more episodes. Unlike Grant's show, Emma's did not pander to sensationalism, gossip, or tacky subjects but instead featured lively debates involving experts, scientists, and skeptics, as well as historical data and stories. And not only did it cover the world of spirits, but other fields of paranormal study as well. Her show, simply called The Whitecastle Report, was well respected for its research and even-handed presentation of its subjects. It was a reputation Emma took great pride in—and great pains to protect.

As for her own paranormal talents, even though Emma saw ghosts all the time, she kept her personal abilities out of the limelight as much as possible. To her relief, spirits didn't crowd around her like a swarm of pesky flies. Usually, they just went about their business. Sometimes they took casual note of her, and sometimes they interacted with her. Since yesterday morning, Emma had seen the young, bikini-wearing ghost several times, including during Thanksgiving dinner at the country club, where the spirit, dressed in her flirty dotted and ruffled bathing suit, had flitted from table to table unnoticed while guests dined on turkey and pumpkin pie. The spirit hadn't spoken to Emma yet, just studied her with a playful interest, like a puppy with a tilted head.

It had been thoughts of the ghost that had given Emma a restless night and beckoned her outside at sunrise.

As the darkness turned gunmetal gray, the ghost continued to play in the surf. Her image was hazy, like a column of smoke molded into the shape of a woman. She'd been blond in life, her figure curvy, with large breasts, a tiny waist, and a sweetheart bottom. However she had died, it'd been while wearing the bikini; thus, she was forever clad. And she had died young, possibly in her mid to late twenties.

When the ghost turned and looked toward the town, Emma raised a hand and gave the spirit a friendly wave. The ghost smiled and waved back, totally untroubled about being seen. Turning back toward the sea, she waved again before disappearing into the waves lapping at the pier pilings.

"Brrrr," a familiar whispery voice said from behind Emma. "Makes me cold as a witch's titty just looking at her."

Emma continued looking at the spot where the young spirit had disappeared. "You're a ghost, Granny. You don't feel cold."

"But I remember it. Felt it plenty in my life. Hunger, too. There were winters in the cabin, didn't know which would claim us first before spring, the cold or starvation."

As a shiver went through Emma, she took a big drink of her coffee. Usually she could tell when Granny or another spirit was near by a sudden chill in the air, but in the cold of the damp sea air, Granny's arrival had gone unnoticed.

"You know that ghost, Granny? The one just now on the beach?" She turned to look at the spirit of Ish Reynolds, the woman who'd been known as Granny Apples because of her expert pie baking.

Just as the young ghost was bound for eternity to wear a bikini, Granny Apples would always be dressed in pioneer clothing consisting of a long-sleeved blouse and long, full skirt. Granny had died over a hundred years ago. She had been a tiny but strong woman with braided hair circling her head like a crown and a pinched face weathered by years of working out-of-doors. Granny had been only forty-one years old when she died, but the hard life and the attitude of her times made her seem older.

"Can't say that I do," the ghost answered, keeping her face to the sea.

"She keeps appearing to me. I think she wants something."

"Has she spoken?"

"Not yet. She just watches me in a friendly manner, almost like she's trying to remember me from somewhere."

"Maybe she's an old schoolmate who's passed on."

Emma swallowed some more hot coffee. "No, I don't think so. From her appearance, I'd say she might have died sometime in the sixties. That's the nineteen sixties," Emma clarified, tossing Granny an impish grin.

The ghost pursed her lips in annoyance. "I ken what you mean. They didn't wear bathing costumes like that in my day."

"Did you notice her hairstyle? The way it's teased on top, with the ends curled upward? That was called a flip. And her bathing suit looks a bit old-fashioned, with the polka dots and ruffles."

Granny crossed her arms. "Humph, glad I was dressed when I passed. Hate to think of spending eternity with my backside hanging out like that."

Granny's observation caught Emma's attention. She smiled, glad she hadn't yet met any ghosts who'd died in the nude.

The town of Avalon was tucked into a crescent-shaped bay on Catalina Island. The main street that ran along the beachfront was appropriately named Crescent. High hills stood on either side of the bay like sentries. Daylight crept over one hill, while fog rolled over the opposite one. They met in the middle like tenuous lovers, shrouding the sea in a hazy veil. Palm trees along the beach were ringed with tiny lights, and many of the shopfronts and hotels already had their Christmas lights up and lit. At night, it had been magical walking along the festive beach hand in hand with Phil. This morning, the lights faded into the swelling dawn, handing the baton of a new day off to the sun.

Both behind and in front of Emma, the town was starting to stir. Ahead of her, people staying on the numerous boats and yachts moored in the bay were waking. She caught sight of a bright yellow rubber dinghy making its way from one boat to the pier like a duckling swimming off on its own for the first time. On the long pier that housed several tourist businesses and restaurants, she could make out people going about the chore of opening for the day. Along Crescent, a few folks were out for early morning strolls or heading to work. Behind her, she heard the soft thunk of metal against pavement, followed by a gentle swoosh. Turning, she saw a man, bundled in jacket and gloves, sweeping the street and sidewalk with a broom and caddy, moving deliberately along Crescent, scanning for wayward trash and debris. Catalina was very clean, and its citizens took great pride in keeping it that way. It was one of the things Emma had always enjoyed about the island.

"Mighty beautiful place."

Emma started. She'd almost forgotten about Granny. The ghost was perched on the far edge of her bench, still looking out to sea.

"Never saw the ocean til I was dead."


The question surprised both Emma and Granny. Swinging their heads in unison to their left, they saw the young ghost—the woman from the beach—standing just a few feet away. In addition to her bikini, she wore a small bow clipped to the right side of her hair—nothing else. It was the first time Emma had seen her so close or heard her voice.

"Came from Kansas," Granny continued, as if she spoke to this new spirit every day. "Settled in the mountains once we got to California. That's where the gold was, so that's where my man stayed put."

"I'd just die if I couldn't go to the beach." Through the ghostly whisper, Emma discerned a young voice that held an almost childlike quality. She changed her estimation of the woman's age at death to be her early twenties. "Growing up, all I ever dreamed about were California beaches. And now here I am." The young spirit twirled with glee like she'd won a prize at a carnival.

Emma and Granny looked at each other a moment before Granny cocked a thumb in Emma's direction. "This here's my great-granddaughter, Emma."

"Great-great-great granddaughter," Emma corrected. She drank the last of her coffee in one final gulp and tossed the cup into a trash bin that stood next to the bench. She knew Granny was sensitive about her age, even in death, and Emma loved teasing her about it.

"Whatever," Granny replied, rolled her eyes. Emma frowned at the response, thinking Granny was picking up far too many modern bad habits. Granny returned her attention to the other ghost. "Emma's a friend to those on the other side."

The young ghost looked from one woman to the other—from the dead to the living and back again—her face glowing and guileless in the growing morning light.

"My name's Tessa—Tessa North." Before either Granny or Emma could say anything, the young spirit added, "Am I really dead?"


Excerpted from Ghost in the Polka Dot Bikini by Sue Ann Jaffarian Copyright © 2011 by Doug Thompson. Excerpted by permission of Midnight Ink. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.
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Meet the Author

Sue Ann Jaffarian is a full-time paralegal who lives and works in Los Angeles. A member of Mystery Writers of America and Sisters In Crime, Sue Ann is the author of three mystery series—Odelia Grey, Ghost of Granny Apples, and Madison Rose—and also writes general fiction and short stories. She is widely sought after as a motivational and humorous speaker.

For the most up-to-date list of all Sue Ann's activities, visit the calendar page at www.sueannjaffarian.com.


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Ghost in the Polka Dot Bikini 4.8 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 36 reviews.
neiceNE More than 1 year ago
So much for housework, chores and feeding the family, this book had my interest from the beginning. i read it on my nook, my phone and my zoom until i had it finished. loved the story, the characters. sorry, i won't break it down with a review. I enjoyed the story, it wasn't boring, didn't drag and I didn't skip to the end (slow books cause me to do that) I read it, then downloaded her first book. enjoyed that also. Have a great read.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Full of twists and turns,this book is for the ghost, romantic, adventure and who-done-it readers and will keep you guessing until the end. The Granny Apples series is wonderful and I cannot wait to read #3!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Fun! Fun! Fun! Well written and keeps you on your toes! Second book in the series as good as the first one!
hope2last More than 1 year ago
This author has taken ahold of me. I've read several of her books always wanting more. Everyone needs to check her books out. Once started I couldn't put them down!!!
Suspensemag More than 1 year ago
Recently I heard a well-known author state that sometimes a book is just a book and the words written purely for pleasure. This is certainly the case when referring to the "Ghost in the Polka Dot Bikini", Sue Ann Jaffarian's recent installment to her Ghost of Granny Apples Mystery series. It was pure enjoyment. Emma Whitecastle is enjoying her own personal sliver of success and loving her life. Who wouldn't in her shoes? Yes, she's had scrapes in the past but with her loving beau-who fully accepts her unusual talents, ghosts and all-and a hot new Hollywood hit The Whitecastle Report, which naturally focuses on the world of spirits and paranormal, Emma is back on track for a lifetime of happiness. So, it came as no shock to Emma or her boyfriend Phil, when she sees the young and scantily clad woman frolicking in the Catalina waves on Thanksgiving weekend. No one still breathing would be able to handle the chill of the Pacific clothed only in a very small, polka dot bikini, but this ghost seems blissfully unaware, sparking Emma's curiosity. As she begins to formulate a plan for a possible, future show on the ghosts of Catalina, Emma and Phil soon discover this young girl's demise may not have been so nice. In fact, the lack of information makes it downright questionable and the idea that this might have been murder spurs the amateur sleuth in Emma to rise to the surface. She and her dear, departed Granny Apples are on the case. Jaffarian's clear passion for writing comes through with lively characters, each brimming with wit and intelligence and making for a fun, lighthearted read. Reviewed by Shannon Raab with Suspense Magazine
sarahconerty More than 1 year ago
This was a highly enjoyable, quick reading mystery. I would describe it as a cozy with a paranormal twist. The main character, Emma Whitecastle, is a forty-something, recently divorced Hollywood "starter wife", who has discovered a gift for seeing and communicating with ghosts. She has her own paranormal talk show, her ex-in-laws are Hollywood royalty and still adore her, and she has a handsome, manly-man lawyer boyfriend who is also a cowboy. Her great-great-great grandmother, Granny Apples, is her partner in crime solving and very funny. The mystery begins on Catalina Island, where Emma and her boyfriend have gone for a romantic getaway. They are accompanied by Granny Apples because it's hard to get rid of a ghost. On the beach they meet the ghost of a young starlet named Tessa, who was apparently murdered on the island shortly after the assassination of Robert Kennedy in 1968. Emma and Granny Apples feel badly for Tessa and want to help her cross over. But to do so they need to convince her that "Curtis" is not coming back so Emma begins to investigate Tessa's short life and film career. She discovers that her former father-in-law knew Tessa, and pretty soon Emma's questions result in another murder and threats. This really was a delightful book. Emma is very likeable, and most readers will admire her for her strength and grace in dealing with a sleazebag ex-husband. She's like a grown-up Nancy Drew, with fabulous clothes, a great lifestyle, and a ghost grandmother. Her boyfriend is supportive, sexy and dependable. Her best friend is dating her mentor, a medium named Miles. Reading this story was like hanging out with a best girlfriend. And to make things even better, the mystery was well-constructed and intriguing, and the pace of the book was just right and kept things moving along. I have not read the first Granny Apples book, but had no trouble figuring things out - this is easily a stand-alone novel. Highly recommended for a delightful escape!
Happywitch More than 1 year ago
Wow… All the twists & turns in this one. I really enjoyed it & Love Granny Apples! I had read the first one a while back & enjoyed the duo. You won't be disappointed! I Also have read almost all of the books in her other series. Great Author!
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Fun fast read.
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Loved it can't wait to read #3!!!!!
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He is the whole reason i had to change aliases.
Lovemyprince More than 1 year ago
Loved it!!!
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Enjoyed this book alot. I couldn't put it down.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I love these book i wish i could fine more of them for free . It was avery good book. I think everyone should read the series .
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book is an excellent whodoneit!! Kept me guessing til the very end. Granny is by far the coolest ghost i know :) cant wait for more adventures from Granny Apples and Emma Whitecastle
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NettAL More than 1 year ago
Excellent writer!!!
soulsing More than 1 year ago
Loved her 1st book so I had to get her 2nd one. Fun reading. Love Granny Apples Character! I hope there will be a 3rd book.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
A fun read and an interesting story. What an idea to mix up ghosts in a murder mystery. If you haven't read Jaffarians first ghost book do so ...you won't be disappointed
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NoraAdrienne More than 1 year ago
Ghost in the Polka Dot Bikini By Sue Ann Jaffarian Copyright February 2011 Publisher Midnight Ink Imagine spending eternity with your backside hanging out-that's what Emma Whitecastle and Granny Apples can't help but think when they meet the ghost of Tessa North frolicking in the surf off Catalina Island. Tessa, a young starlet who died on the island in the 1960s wearing nothing but a polka dot bikini, won't cross over until Curtis comes for her. To help the winsome bikini-clad spirit, Emma and Granny must find out who Curtis is and how Tessa died. Their investigation takes them from the grit and glamor of Hollywood to Kennedy-era political intrigue-before hitting dangerously close to home. Emma's daughter Kelley has let her mom know that she isn't coming home for Thanksgiving. She staying with friends in Connecticut for the Holiday Weekend. Emma's parents are on a cruise, and Phil's boys (who are a little older than Kelley) are staying with their mother for the holiday. Sam decides that they need to get away, just the two of them and thinks a long weekend on Catalina Island is just the thing for them. The problem of course is that Catalina is where Emma and her cheating ex husband spent a lot of time. The memories are painful to her, so finding a place to stay that didn't hurt was very difficult. Emma and Phil finally agreed on the Hotel Metropole, after Phil told her that she couldn't go through life avoiding every place she and her ex stayed when they were married. He booked them into a mini suite with a lovely view of the ocean. On a morning stroll, exploring the beachfront shops windows before the village of Avalon was fully awake, Emma sees the ghost of a young woman sitting on a tiled bench, her face turned towards the early morning sun as if it was high noon in July. From this point on Emma, Granny Apples and the Ghost will be getting to know each other quite well as Emma, and Granny investigate how the young woman died, and why. As the story continues from this point I had thoughts of Poirot and the Murder on the Orient Express. Christie's story keeps popping into my head the further I get into this Latest Ghost of Granny Apples Mystery. I love the Ghost of Granny Apples Mystery series as much as I also love the Odelia Grey Mysteries and the Madison Rose Vampire Mysteries. Let's just say that Sue Ann's books keep me intrigued and entertained extremely well. FTC Full Disclosure: I bought this book from an online retailer with the full intention of sharing my thoughts in a review.
Teach107 More than 1 year ago
Loved these books, very well written and it wasn't easy to figure out the mystery. Laugh out loud and can't wait for #3.
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