The Body Shop

Mary Frances Talbot—Frankie—is a necromancer, probably. Hard to say since she never met her parents. She can see the dead, talk to the dead, and a few other things that aren't strictly legal. It's fine. No worries. As long as she doesn't get caught. The whole not getting caught thing was going well until Samuel Harrow blew back into town wearing a Savannah Police Department uniform. He might be a witch, but he hates magic. He's not a fan of Frankie either. Which explains why he's her ex.

The other family business at The Body Shop is slow after word gets out that Frankie had clients die—cease to exist?—on her watch. Considering they were dead to begin with, she understands why the news shook the spirit community's faith in her, but it's a hard hit to her bottom line. When a spirit appears in her office, ready to sign a contract, she's eager to please. Until she learns why he wants to hire her. He heard about her clients' deaths, yes, but he also learned Frankie was instrumental in bringing their killer to justice.

The whole dying thing sucked, but Frankie isn't going to dwell. She's focusing on the positive. She's alive. Ish. Her family is safe. Her business is booming. She's even got a boyfriend. Everything is coming up roses in Thunderbolt, Georgia. Until a client decides she needs more time and makes a run for it in her loaner body.

Matty has lost his soul, and it's up to Frankie to find it before his body gives up the fight for survival. But soon his isn't the only life at risk from the soulless condition. The affliction is spreading from Thunderbolt, Georgia, into the beating heart of the French Quarter and right up to Madam Vionette Fontenot's front door.