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I am not a freak, although many people call me that. The night my father was murdered and I was left for dead, I awoke with the ability to "sense" things. Touching things can give me visions, sometimes horrifying, murderous ones. The bones of a murdered woman are unearthed and our safe small town is shaken to its core. Her killer was good at hiding the truth and after decades in the ground, any clues are gone—her murder a complete mystery. The only clues are the ones I can see.

The dead don’t always stay buried. Maribeth thought the cabin deep in the woods would keep her safe—isolated from the memories clawing at her mind, from the screams she still hears at night. A detective once obsessed with hunting killers, she now lives among shadows, broken by the brutal murder of her family. Every creak of the floorboards, every whisper of the trees feels like her past reaching out to claim her. Then she finds the body. A woman left for her in the forest. The corpse bears the same face as her dead daughter, the same carved mark upon her chest. It’s impossible, and ...

I’m Rylan Flynn. I hunt for ghosts and restless spirits, and solve the mysteries that make them haunt the living. When I witness a fatal car crash, the police are quick to conclude that it’s an accident. Only Detective Ford Pierce is not convinced—could the healthy victim really have died at the wheel from a heart attack? For once, I’m happy to let Ford investigate alone. Years ago, my mother was murdered in our home. Now, with her ghost begging me to find the killer, I will not be distracted from solving her cold case once and for all.

I find the murdered woman crumpled under a tree. Blood stains her back and her hands are bound. If I touch her, my psychic abilities will show me what happened to her. But I've lived through murders before, and the visions leave scars. Fighting my fear, I touch her—and only see four names—Addlynn Jeanette Claire Margaret.

Stalked by a serial killer—her own father. Private Investigator Izzy Carter has spent her life running from the shadows of her past. Her father, the infamous serial killer Isaac Keyes, vanished two decades ago, but now he’s back. Watching her. Hunting her. When Izzy’s best friend is accused of a brutal murder, the past and present collide. The police are convinced they’ve caught their killer, but Izzy knows better. To save her friend, she must find the real murderer before it’s too late. And then there’s him—the enigmatic Mr. X. Dangerous. Magnetic. Impossible to trust… and ...

Nobody has heard from Bess Freeman since Rylan saw her leaving a bar and walking into the night with a stranger. Normally quiet and shy, Bess would never skip out on her family and friends like this. The small town of Ashby is in shock. While the police struggle to find leads, it’s immediately clear to Rylan that this is no ordinary abduction. Her ability to see ghosts reveals sinister clues on all sides.

My ex-boyfriend Declan never believed in my abilities. Now he thinks his home is haunted and he’s pleading for my help. Declan lives in a huge mansion, full of history and secrets. When I arrive at the house, I find a dying woman in the gardens. It seems like the spirit in Declan’s house may be the only witness to a murder.

The body in the swamp changed everything Jeremiah: I was only thirteen when I found her face down in the water, dead. The impulse to carve a backwards K into her pale skin overpowers me. Three quick strikes of my pocketknife, and I start down a path of darkness I can’t escape. When I lose everything I hold dear, what little part of my heart is shattered. When Uncle Stanley takes me in and I meet Victoria, I think maybe I can keep the demon inside chained up and live a normal life. But the darkness wins and I find my true self. I’m a serial killer and I need to hunt. Detective Savanah ...

Rylan Flynn has always been able to see what others don’t—the restless spirits haunting Ashby, Indiana. She’s learned to live with her “gift", but sometimes, she longs to escape. The woods have always been a peaceful place for Rylan. But on a visit to her aunt’s cabin, she catches sight of a spirit in the trees. The ghost of a young woman approaches, leading Rylan to her body.

The past won't stay buried Gabby McAllister doesn’t take calls from Lacey Aniston—not since high school, when Lacey made it her mission to humiliate her at every turn. Now a rising TV reporter with a cutthroat reputation, Lacey is the last person Gabby expects—or wants—to hear from. But when Lacey's younger sister vanishes without a trace, desperation overrides old grudges. She pleads for Gabby’s help. And Gabby—reluctantly—answers. Not because she forgives Lacey. But because her psychic gift doesn’t allow her to walk away from people in need, no matter how much they once ...

Big messages come from the smallest things. And sometimes, the smallest things are the most dangerous. When Gabby McAllister receives a mysterious package in the mail, she doesn't think much of it—until she opens the box and finds a handful of coins. At first glance, they seem ordinary. But her psychic senses flare to life, revealing something far more disturbing: these coins are connected to a murder. A murder that hasn’t happened yet. As visions grow darker and more intense, Gabby realizes she’s being drawn into a carefully orchestrated trap. Someone is watching her. Studying her. ...

I'm finally accepting that my psychic talents serve a purpose, that I can use them to help people. But two mysteries plague me. What happened to my good friend Lucas' sister after she disappeared then years ago? And if my father was murdered when I was young, why do I keep seeing him? When I find the long-buried remains of Lucas' sister, her murdered body only opens more questions.

I’m Rylan Flynn. I hunt for ghosts and restless spirits, and solve the mysteries that make them haunt the living. As I drive across an isolated bridge way out in the woods, a bright light blinds me. But it isn’t a car approaching. It’s a ghost, with a deadly secret to reveal. I follow the spirit down to the river. There, below the water, I find the body of a young woman. A small square of skin is missing from her hip, and I’m certain she was murdered. Detective Ford Pierce rushes to join me. Our friendship is turning into something deeper, and there’s nobody I would rather have by my side.

What waits behind the doors could destroy them both. For three years, Paige has been trapped inside the mansion—a maze of locked rooms, endless hallways, and secrets she’s too afraid to uncover. She’s learned obedience, silence, survival. But when another captive risks everything to escape, Paige feels the first spark of defiance. And once the spark is lit, the walls begin to close in. Tessa, once a relentless detective, is drowning in grief after her husband’s sudden death. On leave from the Maddison, Indiana Sheriff’s Department, she’s barely holding herself together—until a...

A mysterious box. A haunted museum. And a psychic gift that may be fading. Gabby McAllister didn’t find the box because of her visions. She found it because of the dog—nose to the ground, pulling her toward the roadside like something was calling him. What she discovered inside changed everything. A man. Murdered. Stuffed into the box like discarded trash. But it wasn’t the gruesome discovery that haunted Gabby. It was what came after—the visions. Flashes of the man’s final moments, but fragmented, disjointed, and wrong. None of it made sense. None of it fit together. And when ...

Is it suicide… or something far more sinister? River Bend is no stranger to tragedy, but lately, something feels different. Too many "accidents." Too many so-called suicides. And too many grieving families left with more questions than answers. Psychic investigator Gabby McAllister is used to dealing with the dead—but this case is different. When she's hired by the family of a young woman whose death was ruled a suicide, Gabby’s visions show her something chilling: This wasn’t self-inflicted. This was murder. As more bodies turn up and the pattern becomes impossible to ignore, Gabby...

Mystery doesn’t take a holiday… and neither does danger. It’s Christmas Eve in River Bend, and psychic Gabby McAllister is looking forward to a quiet celebration with her family and maybe a little warmth from Lucas Hartley—if things stay peaceful for once. But peace is the last thing this holiday has in store. When a wrecked car is found abandoned on a snowy roadside and two children vanish without a trace, Gabby’s visions pull her straight into the heart of a chilling mystery. What starts as a tragic accident quickly spirals into something far darker—and far more urgent. With ...

I’m Rylan Flynn. I hunt for ghosts and restless spirits, and solve the mysteries that make them haunt the living. Flames leap from the windows of the burning house and smoke fills the air. I know immediately that this is no ordinary fire… With chaos all around her, the ghost of a young woman stands on the lawn, watching the blaze. I call out, but she vanishes before I can learn what happened. When the police find her body in the ashes, it’s clear that she was murdered. A new twisted killer is stalking my hometown…

The ghost of a little girl will stop at nothing to claim a mother. After a devastating family tragedy, Melinda retreats with her husband and teenage stepdaughter to the farmhouse her great-aunt left behind. She hopes the quiet of the countryside will soothe her grief. But the house is suffocating—every room crammed with boxes, toys, and dolls. Dozens of dolls, their glassy eyes watching, their porcelain smiles hiding something she can almost feel breathing beneath the silence. Among the clutter, Melinda uncovers a wooden box sealed away like a secret. The longer she keeps it, the more the...

A young mother is being framed for a crime she didn’t commit. And only I can free her. I’m Rylan Flynn. I hunt for ghosts and restless spirits, and solve the mysteries that make them haunt the living. The police found Andrea Evans with a bloody knife in her hands and her boyfriend dead at her feet. But she swears she’s innocent. And I can tell from the desperation in her eyes that she’s telling the truth. I first met Andrea at Camp Lakewood when we were just kids. That summer was meant to be one to remember, with hikes in the forest and canoeing on the lake. Instead, it’s one I try to forget.