Deena Sharpe knows nothing about investigating a cold-blooded murder, but when her grandmother wants her to find out who killed her son, that’s exactly what Deena agrees to do. Only hitch, he died fifty years earlier, although his body was just discovered in a sheriff’s forgotten evidence closet.
I’m Dreaming of a Wicked Christmas
Dashing, debonair paranormal investigator Rick Rowling usually spends the holidays at luxurious resorts, with women falling at his feet. What would make him trade champagne toasts and caviar dreams for a Yuletide dinner in Queens with the family of his ravishing assistant Mandy, the only woman who seems immune to his charms?