My name is Esme Hightower, and I talk to dead people. That is, when they’re actually willing to talk.
You see, I’m not a full-on psychic medium yet, but I’m super close in nabbing the job of my dreams. I just need a few more satisfied clients to satisfy the requirements and…
In walks a shape-shifting hunk with a bone to pick, who just also happens to be my long-ago sweetheart. He needs me to find out who killed his brother, and saying no could mean kissing my career ambitions bye-bye forever. But when the target spook refuses to cooperate, I find out I’ve bitten off way more than I can chew with this one.
Will it cost me my job? My second chance at love? Or even my life? I’m really not looking forward to finding out.