Fashions Fade, Haunted Is Eternal

Fashions Fade, Haunted Is Eternal

by Rose Pressey

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Overview

A photo shoot in a graveyard ends in a grave shooting . . .
 
Cookie Chanel—owner of the chic clothing store It’s Vintage Y’All in Sugar Creek, Georgia—has been hired to dress models for a fashion shoot. The spread will be featured in Fashion and Style magazine's October issue—so the models are posing in a cemetery. As someone who can see and talk to ghosts, Cookie's not spooked by the location. But she is surprised when a new ghost appears, decked out in 1920s couture. And she's shocked when she hears a gunshot. Then a model runs toward her, saying the grumpy photographer has been edited out of the picture – for good. With help from her ghostly pals, Cookie must zoom in on the truth before she’s the next to strike a final pose . . .
 
Don’t Miss Cookie Chanel’s Shopping Tips
 
Praise for the Haunted Vintage Mysteries
 
“Rose Pressey’s books are fun!”—Janet Evanovich
 
“An appealing protagonist who is as sweet as a Southern accent.”—Library Journal
 
Chic and quirky heroine Cookie Chanel and a supporting cast of small-town Southern characters are sure to charm lovers of high fashion and murderous hi-jinks alike. “—Jennie Bentley

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781496714664
Publisher: Kensington
Publication date: 12/18/2018
Series: Haunted Vintage Series , #7
Pages: 304
Sales rank: 73,420
Product dimensions: 4.08(w) x 6.75(h) x 0.75(d)

About the Author

Rose Pressey is a USA Today bestselling author. She enjoys writing quirky and fun novels with a paranormal twist. Her Haunted Vintage mystery series includes If You’ve Got It, Haunt It; All Dressed Up and No Place to Haunt; Haunt Couture and Ghosts Galore; If the Haunting Fits, Wear It; Haunted Is Always in Fashion; and A Passion for Haunted Fashion. When she’s not writing about ghosts and other supernatural creatures, she loves eating cupcakes with sprinkles, reading, spending time with family, and listening to oldies from the fifties.  Rose lives near Louisville, Kentucky, with her husband, son, and three sassy Chihuahuas. Visit her on Facebook, at www. rosepressey.com or at www.itsvintageyall.blogspot.com.

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CHAPTER 1

Cookie's Savvy Tips for Vintage Shopping

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Gnarled and twisted branches draped down over the cemetery's gates, as if they wanted to reach out and grab every person who walked through. The location for the photo shoot gave me the creeps. I wasn't sure why the photographer, Tyler Fields, had insisted on taking the photos in the spooky Sugar Creek Cemetery.

He'd called me just a week ago and said, "Cookie, I need you to style the models. We don't have time to waste, so I expect you to be ready on short notice."

Normally, I would have told him there was no way I could work with such little warning. This was a big opportunity for me though, so I'd agreed. After all, owning my own vintage clothing store, It's Vintage Y 'all, in Sugar Creek, Georgia, had made me something of a vintage clothing expert. So that was how I'd found myself standing in the middle of the cemetery on a beautiful fall day.

Tyler had posed the models beside the black iron fence. Headstones and mausoleums filled the background of his photos. He stomped over to the beautiful women and showed them exactly how he wanted them to stand. The longer he waited for the models to get the poses just right, the redder his face became.

Tyler was much shorter than the models, standing on his tiptoes to reach their hair. He had sandy-brown hair that parted to the side and fell over his eyes. He didn't seem bothered by this obstruction of his view. Perhaps that was why the models' poses seemed skewed. The white short-sleeved polo shirt and olive-green cargo pants he wore hung loosely on his thin frame.

I suppose since this was for the Halloween issue of Fashion and Style magazine, a spooky graveyard was the perfect setting. Though that didn't make it any less scary. Seeing models photographed wearing the vintage outfits that I had picked out was a big highlight of my life. I'd never thought I'd be asked to style the models for the October issue.

Some people might find it ironic that a cemetery gave me the cold chills, considering I had a ghost attached to me and she was currently critiquing the photographer's skills.

"That pose is all wrong ... but he didn't ask me," Charlotte said with a click of her tongue.

Charlotte Meadows was a ghost and one of my best friends. Not to mention fashionable and a former socialite. Today she wore a silk abstract-printed belted dress by Emilio Pucci. The colors were coral, turquoise, and black, which flattered her brunette hair. The dress was short-sleeved and reached just above her knees. It was a good thing she was a ghost wearing her black Christian Louboutin heels because there was no way she would have been able to walk through the grass in those things as a living being.

Charlotte had been attached to some of her vintage clothing that I'd purchased at her estate sale. She'd been by my side ever since. Lately, it seemed as if I'd had a revolving paranormal door of ghosts in my life. Nevertheless, I was hoping my current location didn't attract a new spirit.

Tombstones and mausoleums surrounded us with etched prayers on plaques and statues of angels guarding over the dearly departed. Spanish moss hung from the tree branches like curtains. The smell of damp earth drifted on the gentle breeze. At least it was the middle of the day and not dark out. There were several models, assistants, and the photographer, so my ghost friend wasn't my only companion. I'd styled the models in sweaters, wool skirts, and walking shorts with knee socks for a perfect fall look. My favorite outfit was the head-to-toe Ralph Lauren. The plaid wool high-waist walking shorts, blue-and-green-striped sweater, and knee-high socks were all pieces from the 1980s, but looked modern and current. Some styles were timeless.

I kept the 1980s theme going by wearing a dark blue Calvin Klein shirtdress. The gold buttons down the front and the string belt with gold tassels meant accessories weren't needed with this outfit. My blue sandals were by Guess and had a canvas vamp with corkscrew sole. Charlotte said I could be one of the models, but with my height at just five-foot-two, I knew she was just being nice. Compliments from Charlotte didn't come often, so I'd take it.

We'd taken a short break, but the photographer had told the models not to get too comfortable. He had a tendency to be a bit harsh, although I'd heard he was good at his job. From the looks of the photos I'd seen in the magazine, I'd say that was accurate.

"If he barked orders at me I'd be out of here." Charlotte gestured over her shoulder. "He has the disposition of a rattlesnake with a toothache."

"Unfortunately, I think the women will put up with it just to keep their jobs," I said.

I'd only been around Tyler for a short time now, and I already wasn't fond of him. Thank goodness he wasn't yelling orders at me. Charlotte stared in the direction where Tyler stood. He was doing something to his camera lens. If I knew Charlotte, and I thought I knew her well, she was plotting something against Tyler. She enjoyed playing pranks on people when she felt they were misbehaving. She liked to do things like knocking stuff out of their hands, touching them, or turning off lights. The usual ghostly shenanigans.

"Charlotte, don't get any ideas," I warned with a point of my finger.

She held her hands up. "What? I wasn't planning anything ... I certainly wasn't scheming to knock the camera out of his hands. Oh, maybe I should push over that tripod."

"He's already frustrated enough. Don't push him."

Charlotte mumbled something that I couldn't understand. That was probably for the best. Movement to my right caught my attention. A man had just walked out from behind one of the tall headstones. What had he been doing back there? Where had he come from? There was only one entrance to the graveyard and that was at the front. Based on the tall headstones around him, I guessed his height at six feet. He had wide shoulders and a muscular physique. His blond hair was cut so short that he almost appeared bald. He wore black jeans, a black leather jacket, and black boots.

"Who is that?" Charlotte asked.

"That's what I'd like to know," I said. "He just came out from behind that tall headstone."

"There's something suspicious about that," Charlotte said. "We need to keep an eye on him."

I would definitely do that. The man was headed toward the group of models who were talking while taking a break.

"Do you think he has bad intentions?" I asked. "I don't like the way he is walking toward them."

"This could be dangerous," Charlotte said.

"Maybe you should alert someone," the woman beside me said.

"Yes, maybe I should." My eyes widened when I realized a stranger was standing beside us.

How had she slipped up on us? Who was she? I hated to be rude, but I wanted to know who she was.

"Who are you?" Charlotte asked with a scowl on her face.

Charlotte, on the other hand, didn't hate to be rude.

"Pardon me, my name is Minnie Lynn." Dimples appeared on her round cheeks when she smiled.

"That's nice, Minnie, but that still doesn't tell us who you are." Charlotte eyed Minnie up and down.

I scanned Minnie's appearance at that point too. Minnie didn't have to answer completely for me to know that she was a ghost. Well, I suppose I didn't know for sure, but the fact that we were standing in a graveyard and Minnie was dressed head-to-toe in vintage clothing gave me a good clue. Minnie wore a long cream-colored dress from what looked like the 1920s. A cute cloche-style hat rested on top of her head. Brown hair peeked out from underneath.

Before she got a chance to answer, yelling caught our attention. The man who had appeared from behind the headstone was now arguing with Tyler. I wasn't quite sure what they were arguing about.

"Maybe we should move closer so that we can hear better," Charlotte said.

"What if they start fighting? We should probably stay clear of that," I said.

One of the models managed to get the man away from Tyler. The model and the man walked out of the cemetery.

The photographer walked back over to the area where he'd been taking photos before the break. "All right, everyone. Let's get back to work."

His words were so harsh and he barked the orders. I had nothing else to do other than collect the clothing that I'd allowed them to borrow once the shoot was over. Now I was anxious to get out of there. I watched as the assistant raced over and adjusted the clothing on the models. Tyler stopped snapping photos and frowned at me. I attempted a smile, but he turned his attention back to the models. Perhaps he didn't want me here. Tyler snapped photos and called out orders to the models. The model who had walked the man out from the cemetery came rushing back over.

"It's about time. Get over there." Tyler barked out the command.

"I'm ready," she said, taking her place next to the other women.

Tyler didn't speak to her directly. He just snapped photos again.

"I wonder what that is all about?" Minnie Lynn said, capturing my attention once again.

Charlotte whipped her focus on Minnie once again. She walked over to Minnie, standing right in front of her. "Now I didn't see you enter the cemetery, so who are you? Are you with the magazine?"

Minnie looked at me, as if to say Please get this woman to leave me alone. I was sorry, but I couldn't help her. Once Charlotte got on something she wouldn't let it go.

"Well, we are curious who you are. It's not often that we meet strangers in the middle of the cemetery," I said.

"Often? Try never." Charlotte eyed Minnie up and down.

Minnie looked down at her cream-colored pumps. There were no stains on her shoes. No signs that she'd been walking through the soft earth of the cemetery; of course there wouldn't be any if she truly was a ghost.

"I don't know why I'm here." Her voice was soft and low.

Charlotte quirked an eyebrow. "I don't believe that."

My gaze traveled from Minnie's feet to the top of her head. I took in every detail of her vintage clothing. After all, that was my job. When my eyes fell on the long strand of pearls around her neck, I knew she was here because of me. I'd recently picked up pearls at an estate sale identical to the ones she was wearing now.

"I suspect I know what's going on with Minnie."

Her big brown eyes widened. "You do?"

"Do you know that you're a ghost?" I asked.

She stared at me. "Yes, I know."

"Well, why didn't you say so? I'm a ghost too." Charlotte gestured toward herself.

Now it was Minnie's turn to eye Charlotte up and down. "I can tell."

Charlotte scowled. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Don't be defensive. I saw absolutely no one other than Cookie look at you. That means they can't even see you."

Charlotte's expression eased. "Oh, I guess that's a good reason."

"Wait. How did you know my name?" I asked.

"I've been hanging around since you bought my necklace. I just didn't show myself until now."

I raised an eyebrow. "You have?"

"Why show up now?" Charlotte placed her hands on her hips.

Movement caught our attention, stopping the conversation. The models were walking away from the shoot and headed toward the cemetery's gates.

"What's happening, Krissy?" I asked, hoping that was her name.

Yes, now I remembered her full name — Krissy Dustin. She'd told me earlier when I'd given her the outfit. She was the model who had walked the muscular guy out.

"Tyler said he needed a break from us. I guess we weren't doing what he wanted." She pushed her blond hair away from her face.

"Where did he go?" I asked.

She pointed. "I guess he's taking a walk."

When I looked out across the cemetery, I spotted Tyler walking in the distance. He disappeared around one of the tall oak trees. Krissy joined the other models outside the cemetery.

"He'll get over it," Charlotte said with a wave of her hand. "Now back to the conversation with Minnie."

Once again, our talk was stopped when a gunshot rang out.

Charlotte gasped and clutched her chest. "Heavens to Betsy. What was that?"

CHAPTER 2

Charlotte's Fashionable Tips for the Afterlife

The living don't always listen. Sometimes you have to nag them. It's completely unavoidable.

I wasn't sure why I took off running in the direction of where I'd heard the shot. If I'd been thinking clearly I would have sprinted away. I suppose I was thinking someone might have wanted my help.

Charlotte ran beside me. "Cookie, what are you doing? You should be running in the opposite direction."

"I have to see what happened," I said as I jogged.

"This will not end well," Charlotte said.

As I neared the rear area of the graveyard I spotted one of the models running toward me. Once she was close to me she practically collapsed into my arms. She was a lot taller than me, so I held her up as best as I could.

"It's terrible," she said breathlessly.

"What happened?" I asked as I held her by the arms.

She turned her head and looked in the opposite direction, and just pointed toward a line of trees. "Tyler." That was the only word she uttered.

"What happened to Tyler?" I asked.

"Something isn't right here," Charlotte said with a click of her tongue.

"He's dead," the model said.

The announcement hit me like a punch to the stomach.

"Why does she have blood on her clothing?" Charlotte asked.

My gaze traveled to the model's sweater. Charlotte had a good question, but I couldn't ask right now. I had to go to Tyler.

"Call 911," I said as I took off running.

When I reached the tree I almost hesitated, unsure of what I was about to see. What if he needed help? There was no time for second-guessing. I had to hurry, so pushing back my fear, I ran around the tree. Though I immediately stopped in my tracks. Tyler was only a few steps away. His lifeless body was next to a headstone.

I inched a little closer. "Tyler, are you all right?" There was no answer.

"This guy is having a bad day." Charlotte leaned against one of the tall headstones.

"No joking, Charlotte, this is serious," I warned.

"You're telling me," she said.

"Oh dear. Is he dead?" one of the assistants asked.

"It looks that way," I said as I leaned down and checked for a pulse.

There were no signs of life. Tyler didn't move and he definitely didn't speak. I wasn't sure if I trusted the model to call 911. Maybe it was because I'd seen the blood on her. Had she killed Tyler?

I pulled out my phone and called for help. When the operator answered I gave her the location. I knew that soon Detective Dylan Valentine would be on the scene. What would he say when he realized I was witness to another murder? That was how we'd met in the first place. It probably wouldn't look good with his colleagues that his girlfriend was the witness to a homicide. As I walked around the headstone, Tyler's assistant came running over. She stopped abruptly. Tyler's legs were visible from where she stood. The rest of his body was concealed from where I stood.

"Where is Tyler?" the woman asked with panic in her voice.

I motioned behind me. "I've called an ambulance."

Her gaze followed the direction of my pointing finger. The color drained from her face. "What happened to him? Someone help him!"

"I think the coroner is needed instead of an ambulance," Charlotte said.

When the others stepped around the headstone and discovered Tyler, several of them screamed. It seemed like only seconds had passed when the sirens descended on the area. Thank goodness help had arrived. I spotted Dylan's car as it came to a screeching halt in front of the cemetery's gates. The door flew open and he jumped out. As if someone had pushed the fast- forward button, he raced through the entrance. I suppose he'd heard the call and knew I was here today. A few seconds later and our eyes met. A look of relief washed over his face.

He rushed over to me. "Cookie, what happened?"

"I think there's been a murder." I pointed toward the area where Tyler was located.

"Stay right there. I'll be right back." He raced toward the spot, weaving around the headstones.

How could Dylan look so pulled together in such high-stress situations? He looked the same whether he was walking into the coffee shop for a morning dose of caffeine or if he was discovering a homicide victim for the first time. Perhaps I looked at him in a different light than others because he was my boyfriend. However, others had to see this as well.

Chaos had taken over the serene graveyard. The models and assistants stood around in shock. Officers and detectives moved back and forth from the body to the front of the cemetery. They had pushed us out to the sidewalk and taped off the entrance. I scanned the group standing beside me, looking for strange behavior. It was evident that Tyler had been murdered. Someone in the cemetery was responsible for his death. There was no way I would stand around and let a murderer get by with something like this.

"What are you thinking about, Cookie?" Charlotte waved her hand in front of my face. "You're being quiet, so I know that must mean the wheels are turning."

I snapped to attention. "Just thinking about who could have done this to Tyler."

(Continues…)


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Table of Contents

Praise,
Also by Rose Pressey,
Title Page,
Copyright Page,
Dedication,
Chapter 1 - Cookie's Savvy Tips for Vintage Shopping,
Chapter 2 - Charlotte's Fashionable Tips for the Afterlife,
Chapter 3 - Cookie's Savvy Tips for Vintage Shopping,
Chapter 4 - Charlotte's Tips for a Fabulous Afterlife,
Chapter 5 - Cookie's Savvy Tips for Vintage Shopping,
Chapter 6 - Charlotte's Tips for a Fabulous Afterlife,
Chapter 7 - Cookie's Savvy Tips for Vintage Shopping,
Chapter 8 - Charlotte's Tips for a Fabulous Afterlife,
Chapter 9 - Cookie's Savvy Tips for Vintage Shopping,
Chapter 10 - Charlotte's Tips for a Fabulous Afterlife,
Chapter 11 - Cookie's Savvy Tips for Vintage Shopping,
Chapter 12 - Charlotte's Tips for a Fabulous Afterlife,
Chapter 13 - Cookie's Savvy Tips for Vintage Shopping,
Chapter 14 - Charlotte's Tips for a Fabulous Afterlife,
Chapter 15 - Cookie's Savvy Tips for Vintage Clothing Shopping,
Chapter 16 - Charlotte's Tips for a Fabulous Afterlife,
Chapter 17 - Cookie's Savvy Tips for Vintage Clothing Shopping,
Chapter 18 - Charlotte's Tips for a Fabulous Afterlife,
Chapter 19 - Cookie's Savvy Tips for Vintage Clothing Shopping,
Chapter 20 - Charlotte's Tips for a Fabulous Afterlife,
Chapter 21 - Cookie's Savvy Tips for Vintage Clothing Shopping,
Chapter 22 - Charlotte's Tips for a Fabulous Afterlife,
Chapter 23 - Cookie's Savvy Tips for Vintage Clothing Shopping,
Chapter 24 - Charlotte's Tips for a Fabulous Afterlife,
Chapter 25 - Cookie's Savvy Tips for Vintage Clothing Shopping,
BLOG POST from COOKIE CHANEL,
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS,
Teaser chapter,
ABOUT THE AUTHOR,

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Fashions Fade, Haunted Is Eternal 4.1 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 8 reviews.
KrisAnderson_TAR 11 months ago
Fashions Fade, Haunted is Eternal by Rose Pressey takes us back to Sugar Creek, Georgia. Cookie Chanel owns It’s Vintage, Y’All and has been hired by Tyler Fields, a photographer, to style models for a fashion shoot for the Halloween issue of Fashion & Style magazine. The shoot is taking place at a local cemetery where Tyler has been snappish all day and Cookie saw him get into an argument with a man who has been lingering in the background all day. Cookie is surprised when a ghost dressed in fashions from the 1920s appears next to her and her ghostly friend, Charlotte. Minnie Lynn is wearing the pearls that Cookie recently acquired at an estate sale. Before she can react to the spirit, a shot rings out which sends Cookie running towards the sound. A model runs past her stating the photographer is dead. Cookie finds Tyler lying next to a headstone and he has taken his last shot. Detective Dylan Valentine, Cookie’s boyfriend, arrives on the scene and Cookie fills him in on all the details. Dylan, thankfully, knows better than to warn Cookie not to delve into the case. Cookie is back at her shop when her friend Heather pops in. To their surprise, Heather can now see Charlotte and Minnie. Cookie’s first order of business is identifying the man that Tyler was arguing with at the cemetery. Krissy Dustin, one of the models from the shoot, is a talkative woman and provides a suspect in Tyler’s possessive ex-girlfriend. Cookie goes back to examine the crime scene in more detail and a helpful cat leads her to a clue. Cookie soon discovers that the cat is no ordinary feline. Cookie, with the help of her spirit friends, Grandma Pearl (aka Wind Song) and her new feline companion, sets out to dig up Tyler’s killer. Fashions Fade, Haunted is Eternal is an entertaining and lighthearted cozy mystery. Cookie Chanel is a quirky young woman who dresses in vintage fashions plus drives a beautiful classic car. Her best friend, Heather Sweet, owns Magic Emporium which has helpful books for Cookie plus a Ouija board when Grandma Pearl needs to converse. Minnie Lynn was a fun addition to the book. The witty repartee between Minnie and Charlotte will have you in stitches. The way Cookie walks around town talking to the ghosts, I am surprised the whole town is not aware that she can see and talk with spirits. I like that Dylan is now aware of Cookie’s secret. Dylan Valentine is a good man and the perfect suitor for Cookie. He understands her and accepts her (does not want to change her). I like that nothing seems to phase Dylan. The mystery is straightforward and is a cinch to solve. Cookie goes around asking questions, listening in on conversations, and does a little catfishing to garner information. The ending is romantic and heartwarming (readers will love it). It was the perfect ending for Fashions Fade, Haunted is Eternal. Fashions Fade, Haunted is Eternal is the seventh book in A Haunted Vintage Mystery and it can be read alone. Rose Pressey has an engaging, casual writing style which makes her stories a pleasure to read. Her characters are likeable, and the setting is charming. The town is filled with friendly residents who understand and accept Cookie’s quirks. I am giving Fashions Fade, Haunted is Eternal 4 out of 5 stars (I liked it). If you wish to read a lively and humorous cozy mystery, then look no further than Fashions Fade, Haunted is Eternal.
GratefulGrandma 11 months ago
Fashions Fade, Haunted is Eternal is the 7th book in the Haunted Vintage mystery series. Cookie Chanel owns a vintage clothing shop, It's Vintage Y'all, in Sugar Creek, GA. Not only that, but she sees ghosts, and the spirit of her grandmother is in her cat, Windsong. All in all, a normal business woman, not. Charlotte Meadows is her ghost friend, a former socialite who now hangs around the shop and helps Cookie choose vintage outfits and solve mysteries. Windsong, also helps solve mysteries, but uses a Oujia board to communicate. Once again, Cookie and her cohorts stumble onto a murder and can't let it go. Cookie has been hired to supply vintage clothing for a photo shoot. While working in a local cemetery, there is a gunshot and the photographer is found dead. He was the epitome of high strung artist, constantly shouting at the models and had a large number of people who did not like him. This of course, made it very hard to determine who hated him enough to kill him. As Cookie is checking out the dead body, another ghost pops up named Minnie from the 1920s. The investigation begins. Who killed the photographer? Cookie and her spirit pals are on the case! This is a fun series and this book carries on the light hearted fun, humour and banter. At least Cookie's best friend Heather can finally see and communicate with the ghosts, but most other people think Cookie is a bit eccentric and she has to find ways to talk to the ghosts without anyone thinking she is talking to herself, unfortunately it doesn't always work. Cookie, her spirit frends and even the cats work well together solving the crimes. Charlotte is sassy and bossy, offsetting Cookie's sweet, not always smart personality. What Cookie can't ferret out, her spirit buddies generally can. The mystery is a bit quicker moving that in the last book and I still wonder sometimes why Cookie takes the chances she does. Her love interest, Detective Dylan Valentine, is one of the most patient men ever. He puts up with Cookie ignoring him a lot of the time, yet is always there when she needs him. I enjoyed the new characters in this book, Minnie, a rather sweet and naive ghost and another cat with the spirit of the deceased in him. They added another dimension to the story. The ending was great, but I do not want to spoil it for you. Rose Pressey never disappoints, with her mix of humour, mystery and sass in her cozies. There are tidbits about vintage clothing and living as a spirit at the beginning of each chapter, but you do not have to like vintage to enjoy this book or series and the paranormal elements do not overpower the mystery. This series is enjoyable and always well written. The publisher, Kensington, generously provided me with a copy of this book upon request. The rating, ideas and opinions shared are my own.
Anonymous 12 months ago
This one was a bit too short and the story was overly simplistic. Absolutely not one of Pressey's best. It reads like she just kinda threw it together without much thought. Hope the next one is better. Stephanie Clanahan
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I received an ARC from NetGalley in exchange for an honest review. Beware: this appears to be the last book in this series!!! I have loved every book, they are very well written with well developed characters that you will love. Each story brings excitement, laughter, intrigue, and adventure. Enjoy!
bookluvr35SL More than 1 year ago
There are 2 things you need to know about Cookie Chanel: she runs a vintage clothing shop, and she can see ghosts. Those ghosts are a big help when it comes to "assisting" her policeman boyfriend in solving crimes. When a fashion photographer gets killed on a photo shoot at the cemetery, Cookie and her ghost pals are right there in the thick of the murder investigation. This was a fun, quick read. I loved Charlotte's Tips For a Fabulous Afterlife, at the top of every other chapter.
4GranJan More than 1 year ago
Vintage Clothing and Murder This wonderful cozy mystery is filled with vintage fashion! There is a murder to solve which leads to nighttime visits to the cemetery. The plot is tight, the characters are marvelous. This is a great cozy mystery. This is the seventh book in the series and it stands alone very well. As with all series each book builds upon the last and the experience is better when the books are read in order. I received this ARC book for free and this is my honest review.
TheCozyReview More than 1 year ago
Cookie Chanel, the owner of the chic clothing store “It’s Vintage Y’All” in Sugar Creek, Georgia, has been hired to dress models for a fashion shoot. The spread will be featured in Fashion and Style magazine's October issue, so the models are posing in a cemetery. As someone who can see and talk to ghosts, Cookie's not spooked by the location. But she is surprised when a new ghost appears, decked out in 1920s couture. And she's shocked when she hears a gunshot. Then a model runs toward her, saying the grumpy photographer has been edited out of the picture, for good. With help from her ghostly pals, Cookie must zoom in on the truth before she’s the next to strike a final pose. -- Series: A Haunted Vintage Mystery - Book 7 Author: Rose Pressey Genre: Cozy/Paranormal Mystery Publisher: Kensington Books Rose Pressey’s “A Haunted Vintage Mystery” from Kensington Books is an enduring, fun and highly well-written series that leaves readers smiling and happy. Her heroes are easy to empathize with, her villains are easy to dislike, and her victims are everything you want a murder victim to be. They are cold, selfish and egotistical, rude and downright obnoxious at times. And her ghosts are entertaining! In Fashion Fades, Haunted is Eternal, once again, Rose has orchestrated a well-rounded plot-driven story that is made to keep the reader guessing and entertained. Cookie is finding that working with a photographer who is rude and nasty is not her idea of fun. The models look great in the clothes she picked, but they aren’t any happier with the Photographer than she is. But when he takes a break to take a call, and a gunshot rings out, Cookie jumps in to help solve the crime. With the help of her cat who happens to be her grandmother, her ghost sidekick, Charlotte, and a couple of new additions, she soon learns the truth but places herself in grave danger. This isn’t the first time Cookie has been in this situation, she seems destined to be involved whenever there is murder. Fashions Fade, Haunted is Eternal is a great addition to the series and will thrill readers with its twists and turns. This book can stand on its own but would be better if the reader has already read the other books in the series. Character development is essential, and this series and book show how accomplished characters should be written. The hints on how to buy vintage clothing are a wonderful addition as chapter headings. And the surprises at the end of the will leave the reader amazed. I highly recommend this book as well as the series to readers who want their characters full of excitement, and their killers remorseless. Wit just enough paranormal activity to keep disbelief at bay.
CozyOnUp More than 1 year ago
Love me some Cookie Chanel! When Cookie is asked to provide the wardrobe for a fashion shoot in the local graveyard, she brings her best vintage fashion to the shoot, along with her ghostly BFF Charlotte. But during a break in shooting, a gunshot goes off and Cookie races to the sound and finds the demanding photographer dead. Not only does she find herself in the middle of another murder, she picks up another new ghost along the way. Who killed the grumpy photographer and what does this new ghost need from Cookie to move in to the other side? Cookie and Charlotte have their work cut out for them. While this is the last book in a fantastic series, I am seriously hoping the publishing house asks the author to keep it going. I’ve loved so many of Rose Pressey’s series and am always sad that they always seem to end after a short number of books. I know Rose Pressey has another new series coming out, but can we please keep Cookie and Charlotte going? I really love this series and am going to miss it, but remain Eternally Haunted and Hopeful for a new book