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Home is dangerous. I could deal with the implosion of my law career if it weren't for the frightening growth of my paranormal "gifts". Moving back in with my folks has its perks, and working with my uncle at his law firm in our sleepy Southern town is excellent for honing my litigation skills. I'm grateful for the summer to form April's life plan 2.0. It would be an idyllic mini vacation visiting with the people I love most if it weren't for the return of the voices. The spirits are always more assertive at home.

Too bad my paranormal "gifts" don't include body sculpting. I have the perfect costume for Mama's open house, if I can fit my curves in it. The home Mama selected for this year's haunted house party has an extra guest upstairs. What I need is an opportunity with a law firm. What I get is a drink with an attractive business mogul. I'm supposed to be taking a break from guys until I get my cattywampus career on track. But we can talk. Right? I'm assigned the defense of a terrorist. Al-Qaeda? ISIS? No, not hardly. Still, the FBI is out for blood. I'll have to be my sharpest to keep an innocent...

Being psychic makes my love life complicated. It would be easier to give in to my sexual urges if my life weren't such a hot mess. My cousin Trisha surprises me with a much-needed vacation in Pensacola. Amazing timing. I make one little mistake, and the po-po have the audacity to make me a person of interest. The crime? The murder of a popular businessman's son.

My "normal" life is gone. The spirits who haunt me have returned. A favor for my brother went horribly wrong. Now, my paranormal powers, once dormant, surge. This time, I must embrace my supernatural gifts. My friend's young son is missing and assumed dead. I am his only hope.

After the paranormal excitement the last few weeks, I'm looking forward to more "beach hair; I don't care" time. I hope the relaxation will put my "gifts" back into hibernation before starting my career at the law firm in Atlanta. Freebie tickets to a minor league baseball game destroy expectations of a break from the paranormal weirdness.

After a near-death paranormal experience, it's good to be home. Until the FBI shows up... Our too warm-for-comfort paranormal research trip in Birmingham leaves the team with a lot to be thankful for as we carve the turkey. My plan for a holiday slowdown at the law office is squashed as the FBI explodes into Guntersville. Now I'm busier than a moth in a mitten. Still, I can deal with the Feds and enjoy the annual family festivities. What I can't cope with is the uninvited houseguest Liza brought home from Alabama. We might not be around for Christmas...

No one has seen Antoine since he left to play European basketball a decade ago. It's disconcerting when he shows up claiming he needs to protect me from the "gray ones." I think he's a card short of a full deck. Lee and I are moving to Baltimore next month. I haven't found the right time to tell Mama and Daddy the exciting news. No, there's no ring yet. Still, I'm sure Lee has just been too busy to propose. Right? I need to clear out my caseload before leaving town. My clients are not being helpful. I'm running all over North Alabama searching for my client's scorned wife to stop her from ...

Martin, my best friend, is frantic when his girlfriend Penny doesn't answer his texts. She isn't ghosting him...Someone murdered her. Martin is shattered. Before I can help him deal with his agonizing loss, the police handcuff and whisk him off to jail. It's up to me to exonerate Martin.

A witch out of her element... An evil specter set on gaining immortality... A paranormally gifted girl's work is never done. April accepts the dangerous mission of uncovering the truth behind a series of disappearances on the mysterious coastal island of Turtle Key. Armed with nothing more than her resolve and unreliable supernatural "gifts," April works with her makeshift paranormal team as they face mortal danger and uncover a terrible family secret. Along the way, she grapples with the complicated relationship with her mentor, neighbors, and even her family. With suspense and powerful ...

Another paranormal "gift" reveals itself. Nana warns me it is too dangerous to use.I can't stop the powerful magic from happening randomly. I'm afraid I will be lost forever... How do you justify the indefensible action of firebombing your neighbor's trailer? You don't. Still, I'm assigned the unenviable task of defending a hotheaded Molotov cocktail throwing lover. I run into an old flame who is going through a divorce. He wants to hire me as his attorney. I'm flattered, and his offer is tempting. Yet there's something "off" about him. I can't believe what I find once I snoop into his past...

Grandpa Hirsch decides I need an intervention. A fact made particularly awkward since he died in Vietnam fifty years ago.He has arranged for three Christmas ghosts to guide me through my life and improve my perspective. Grandpa didn't need to go to so much trouble. A simple gift card from Heaven would have been enough. Our paranormal team scoops an incredible story for the next book. Sadly it is the end of the journey for one of our crucial ghost hunters. A local octogenarian is charged with the murder of her husband, and I'm assigned her defense. Just because they found him buried on their...

Dusty's ghost hunting team plans to investigate Sloss Furnaces. The idea of going with them gives me the heebie-jeebies. Chase brings a friend to the house to restore a '76 Vette. I can't sleep. If you saw Chase's friend, you would understand. I bump into my frenemy. Her life is going just as planned, unlike my train wreck of a career. She's getting too big for her britches. My clueless client is determined to sue his neighbor for invasion of privacy. I'm procrastinating, breaking the truth to him about his wife's "extracurricular activities." Granny Snow has a secret gift for me. It just ...

Being psychic isn't cool. It's not my fault Susan's fiancé is a loathsome money-grubbing sociopath. She picked him. A devoted friend would end his devious plan by stopping the doomed wedding and saving her friend from becoming a possible murder victim. I want to be the daring friend who rescues Susan from her lunatic lover. It's just I have no evidence, only an illusive dream. Plus, I'm not keen on becoming a social outcast.

Concealing my psychic "gifts"' is exhausting. I'll be happy when my brother Dusty grows up and finds a girlfriend. I'd be grateful for Dusty's offer to help me move if we weren't trading favors.

The pretentious call from my future employer puts a crimp in my plans. I can be frugal, but waiting seven weeks for my first payday is a lot to ask of a girl. I can't help wondering about Granny's preposterous manifestation beliefs. I know they're hogwash. Too bad. I could use a magical cash bonus to pay my rent.

I should have seen it coming...My psychic abilities failed me this time. Or maybe I ignored them for my shinier illusions of grandeur. What should have been the most epic day of my life becomes my worst nightmare.