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A recovering romance writer. A talking cat.  A town full of dead people. What could go wrong?

Daisy and the Dead


What do a recovering romance writer, an ornery kitten, and a town full of ghosts have in common?


Unfortunately, until further notice, that would be me.


I was two months late on rent when my father called asking for my help. One of his old timer friends named Big Lou disappeared and, for reasons he refused to divulge, Dad didn’t want the cops involved. There also happened to be an opening at the local newspaper. He didn’t tell me what the job entailed, and I didn’t ask. I just needed to be able to pay my rent, so I packed up my cat and we headed to Restless, South Carolina. 


Restless is a small town much like the one I grew up in, only with one not-so-small difference. Restless gets its name from all the restless spirits that haunt the place. In other words, it’s overrun by ghosts. 


Yep, you read that right. Ghosts! As if that weren’t bad enough, my car keeps overheating, my neighbor has a penchant for gardening in the nude, and my boss is as suspicious as he is hot.  But the real kicker is that the moment I arrive in town, I start hearing voices. Human voices. Only these are coming from my cat.  If you think that sounds crazy, just wait until you hear what the dead are planning. It’s enough to keep a girl up at night.  

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The Dead Wear Red

BOOK 2- NOV 15, 2020

What do a recovering romance writer, an ornery kitten, and a town full of ghosts have in common?


Unfortunately, that’s still me.  And I don’t see my circumstances changing any time soon.


As the newest resident of Restless, South Carolina, I’m learning all sorts of disturbing facts about the town. For instance, when someone goes missing, it usually doesn’t end well.  That’s certainly the case when a fellow newspaper employee disappears. Naturally, I’m the one who finds the body and, believe me, it didn’t end well for her. 


With a truckload of unanswered questions already under my belt, I’m not that surprised when solving the murder of my friend ends up being a Christmas mystery of epic proportions. The problem is, depending on what happened to her, I could be the next to meet an untimely—and very violent—end. My only choice is to pack up the cat and track down a ghost that might be able to help me find a killer.  I’m not doing it alone, though. My father and his unruly band of gray hairs are determined to help me solve the case, and shaking them is like trying to get rid of static cling.


A talking cat, an inept investigator, and a gang of old men—what could possibly go wrong?

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