Cozy Ghost Fiction

At long last, all of Bridget Sway's dreams are about to come true! She is in a department store. Shopping. Yes. Shopping! She has new makeup. New shoes. And, most importantly, is finally about to get some new underwear. But, instead of finding a frilly knicker and bra set, she finds the body of a dead medium. A familiar dead medium.

Psychic Baylee Scott is turning 30, but birthday cake is not on her mind. Objects are turning up missing all over town, and strange rat-like creatures have been seen lurking in the shadows. Add to that the untimely death of Reed Hollow's beloved mayor, and Baylee is up to her ears in mystery. Now, she and her supernaturally-inclined family must use their collective gifts to solve the riddle of the shadows before another person suffers the mayor's fate. Book two in The Reed Hollow Chronicles picks up where book one left off, but is a complete stand-alone novel.

Barby, Rick Brant's sister, and Jan Miller have sighted a Civil War ghost while vacationing in Virginia. The ghost is, apparently, a Civil War Union soldier who died while visiting his sweetheart across Confederate lines. The ghost always appears exactly at 9 p.m., and then only when there is a considerable audience. Rick and his ex-Marine pal Scotty, travel to Virginia to investigate the ghostly sightings. A cave, a pool, clouds of mist, figures walking over the fields at midnight picking up the invisible dead from the war...are they real ghosts or people.

When Bridget Sway's friend is murdered during a seance, Bridget and her best friend, Sabrina, vow to bring the killer to justice. The problem? The seance took place in the alive world which means the killer is very likely a livie. And they have no jurisdiction in the livie world. With very few options of how to proceed, Bridget and Sabrina decide to shadow the livie detective as he investigates the death.

Sally’s mother came for tea—20 years after her death. The reason for the visit? To charge Sally with the task of clearing her mother (Sally’s grandma Lydia) of three imaginative but despicable murders. But wait! There’s more than meets the eye in this conglomeration of old and new characters bumping heads. Who’s really the evil one? Or is it evil ones?

Now, in the midst of a helping a best friend solve a mystery, Ammie will be given an impossible choice, and a task that will stretch her aura-reading capabilities past their limits.

It is October and Hope and her daughter, Cori, are settling into their new town. When Cori and her friends go to a spooky and haunted attraction for some Halloween fun, things take a strange and frightening turn which thrusts the Herring women into a mystery they want nothing to do with. There's also their resident ghost who needs help researching the past to uncover his killer. Will Cori and Hope be able to figure out what's going on before someone else loses their life?

"Fun, funny, hot, and heartfelt...The apocalyptic beach read that everyone needs." - Alix E. Harrow, Hugo Award-winning author A paranormal romantic comedy at the (possible) end of the world. From New York Times bestselling author Gwenda Bond, Not Your Average Hot Guy is a hilarious romantic...

Jobless and forced home to Wisconsin, journalist Sabrina Monroe can tolerate reunions with frenemies and kisses from old boyfriends, but not the literal ghosts that greet her in this heartwarming tale of the power of love and connection from acclaimed author Amy E. Reichert. For Sabrina Monroe...

When decades-old human bones are discovered beneath the old glasshouse behind Foxglove & Hemlock, the local florist, DS Harriet March and DI Ben Taylor find themselves digging into Raven's Edge's murky past. As a frosty wind whips down the cobblestoned lanes of the village, the two detectives feel an ominous chill that has nothing to do with the weather… The discovery coincides with the arrival of enigmatic novelist Iris Evergreen at Raven's Hollow, a gothic monstrosity of a mansion that's been sitting empty for years.

Dr. Norrie Marconi is in a good place: She’s solved an old friend’s murder and her love life is blooming. She still has issues to deal with, such as her father’s ghost and that malpractice suit, but she feels like things are settling down and she’s getting her life in order. Wrong. The senior doctor in her medical group drops a bombshell that threatens to disrupt her life, some of the patients start acting strange, and one winds up near death from multiple gunshot wounds. Then there’s her father’s ghost who insists he won’t be free until she finds out what happened to his boyhood friend.

Four women, four magical talents, four mysteries, and four chances at romance. Spend some time with Hannah Hickok, Maddie Graves, Harper Harlow, and Rowan Gray as they crossover in three different mysteries and stir up a whole host of trouble. You’ll laugh, cry, and be amazed.

“If I were teaching a course on how to write a mystery, I’d make Carolyn Hart required reading.” —Los Angeles Times Merry, Merry Ghost by Agatha, Anthony, and Macavity Award winner Carolyn Hart, is the spirited second appearance of spectral sleuth, Bailey Ruth Raeburn, who would never...

Yarn shop owner Kath Rutledge is looking forward to the grand opening of the Blue Plum Vault, a co-op of small shops on Main Street. In the week before the grand opening, Kath and her needlework group, TGIF, hear rumors of an unpleasant rivalry developing between two of the new shopkeepers: Nervie Bales and Belinda Moyer. The opening is a success - until Belinda is found dead, stabbed in the back with a pair of scissors from Kath's shop.

As the town’s medium, Connie Winters is the only person who can see the ghosts who call Mystic Springs home. When young temptress Lola is killed, the dead mayor and the dead sheriff are determined to investigate. Since they’ve never been replaced with live counterparts, they’d better get on with it. But they need Connie’s help. And if Connie’s helping, her sister Sage is going to get involved too - she’s beautiful, slim, and 20 years dead.

The people of Pebble Cove are thrown into a forced hibernation when the worst snowstorm in a decade hits the Oregon Coast. They expect to find damages once the snow thaws, but a frozen body down by the pier comes as a terrible surprise. Rosemary is keeping warm with an abundance of chai tea, wooly sweaters, and further research into Asher’s past. But when a second body is found, she can’t deny the chilling thoughts that the two deaths might be connected. Or that this might not be the end.

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.

A single phone call changed everything for historian and gardening enthusiast Molly Hamilton. One moment she was trying to convince herself that her mundane life was satisfying her; the next, she was setting off on an unexpected, life-changing adventure.

Bopped on the head from a falling plastic Santa, local undertaker Emma Lee Raines is told she's suffering from "funeral trauma." It's trauma all right, because the not-so-dearly departed keep talking to her. Take Ruthie Sue Payne - innkeeper, gossip queen, and arch-nemesis of Emma Lee's granny - she's adamant that she didn't just fall down those stairs. She was pushed. Ruthie has no idea who wanted her pushing up daisies, but she can't cross over until the matter is laid to eternal rest. Emma Lee's high-school crush, Sheriff Jack Henry Ross, isn't ready to rule out foul play.

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.