There in Spirit
Esme’s Enchanted Emporium | 1
Esme Jessup sees dead people.
As if owning an oddities shop wasn’t weird enough.
In her opinion, Mondays were for yawning, grumbling, and consuming large amounts of caffeine. Not for belligerent, blustering, redheaded spirits who won’t take no for an answer. Too bad ghosts didn’t give two figs about her opinion.
When local veterinarian and widower Oswald convinces her to buy a cat made of gilded macaroni, she soon regrets the purchase. Not only because the thing is uglier than a whole-wheat pancake, but because the man’s dearly departed wife is attached to it. To make matters worse, the stubborn spirit says her death was no accident. And that the killer is coming after her husband next.
Which means it’s up to Esme to save him.
Before it’s too late.
That’s the Spirit
Esme’s Enchanted Emporium | 2
Drunk ghosts are a real pain in the afterlife.
Mostly because they can never seem to remember who murdered them.
Reluctant ghost wrangler and involuntary town eccentric Esme Jessup has priorities, and they don’t include babysitting the intoxicated dead. All she wants to do is eat fried, sugary carbs at the annual fall festival. But when she spies a slurring spirit caught in the middle of two spitting-mad knitters, his pitiful plight tugs on her heartstrings. Only when he claims he’s been slain by none other than a tiger, she promptly regrets her moment of weakness. Too bad she’s an in-for-a-penny-in-for-a-pound kind of gal.
With the help of her boisterous beagle, Luke, Esme must set aside her funnel cake fantasies and stumble headlong into solving the muddled mystery.
Before the killer pours another round.
