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 tel...