Lost Souls Lane Mystery Series

My name is Zoe Lane, and I see dead people. Well, I see one dead person. Willie MacIntosh, a 90-something-year-old multi-millionaire, who looks 30, has a demanding personality and a strong opinion on my wardrobe and my love life, and wants to know how he died. The problem is, there were a lot of people who wanted Willie MacIntosh dead, and it's my job to figure out who the killer is.

My name is Zoe Lane, and I see dead people. Sure, being a medium isn’t easy. Things like dating, working, and even sleeping are all hard to do when there’s a ghost hovering nearby, demanding your attention. But it’s not all bad, and I’d like to think I’m getting pretty good at it...most days.

My name is Zoe Lane, and I see dead people. I'm not your typical medium. The kind portrayed on your favorite television shows. The spirits who visit me aren't interested in reuniting with loved ones. Nope. The spirits I connect with have sought me out for one thing and one thing only: justice. A task that would be easier if I were a homicide detective instead of a 23-year-old wannabe journalist with a love of hot romance novels.

My name is Zoe Lane, and I see dead people. I thought I was getting pretty good at this whole medium gig...until today. Have you ever been kissing the man of your dreams when his dead ex-girlfriend appears? No? I have, and let me tell you it's a total mood killer. Her name is Vanessa Tobin, and she's a journalist with a passion for truth and justice and self-help books. The last thing she remembers is investigating the disappearance of 20-year-old Lux Piefer. She was close to solving the case. Too close. Now we need to find Lux and catch Vanessa's killer.

My name is Zoe Lane, and I see dead people. At least...I used to. Communications with the "other side" are down, and I have no idea why. This couldn't have come at a worst time because the town's pharmacist, Mr. Sanders, has just been murdered. Police have all but closed the case because the evidence overwhelmingly points to one person. Problem is, my medium senses are telling me there's more to the story.

My name is Zoe Lane, and I see dead people. Over the last year, I have confronted criminals, solved murders, saved lives, had multiple brushes with death, looked into the eyes of a serial killer, and stared down the barrel of a gun. I thought I knew stress. I thought wrong. In all my life, I have never experienced anything as stressful as the pickup zone at Trucker Middle School.

My name is Zoe Lane, and I see dead people. Right now, I’m on my way to Los Angeles with my boyfriend and a spirit. The spirit's name is Jose, and he was executed on death row for a murder he didn’t commit. Our mission, once we land, is to find out who the real killer was and make sure justice is served. Though I also plan to visit Hollywood Blvd, try caviar, and look for a (living) celebrity or two - because even a medium needs a day off every now and then.

My name is Zoe Lane, and I see dead people. For the first time in my adult life, I am in a big city. Los Angeles! It’s everything and nothing like I imagined. There aren’t celebrities on every corner, and the walk of fame smells like urine, but the weather is perfection, the palm trees are plentiful, the beaches are spectacular, and there are a whole lot of dead people. Dead people with exactly one aim: to catch a killer.

My name is Zoe Lane, and I see dead people. Catching killers and solving murders for those who have passed away is sort of my thing. Is it fun? No. Have I almost died? Multiple times. I'm not sure why I've been predestined to be a medium to the traumatically deceased but I have. I’m used to it by now. At least, I thought I was. Until this afternoon. A new spirit appeared to me, and this one is different. This one is personal.