An all new Paranormal Women's Fiction Novel by USA Today Bestselling author Dakota Cassidy. A middle-aged witch is hired to stage a reportedly haunted house for her real estate agent BFF, but her friend doesn't stand a ghost of a chance of selling the property unless they can solve a decades old murder! More details coming soon!

Hello again! It’s me, Evanora Dark, Buttermilk Bay’s newest sage of house staging and recently discovered unalived whisperer (that’s ghost-talker to you lay folk). Business is booming, a certain silver-fox contractor named Cary Mann is hot in pursuit (wink-wink), and me and my bestie Fab are as tight as ever. Life is good—newly inherited boggart-in-a-crystal ball aside (don’t ask; he’s a handful. And libidinous. And it’s more of a snow globe than a crystal ball…) Good, that is, until the next ghost shows up with an untimely demise to solve. Turns out, she’s a blast from my past…a painful one at that, one I could have gone the rest of my life without ever seeing again. My loved ones—both living and dead—all have my back though, ready to throw down with this particularly pesky poltergeist. But my gift for helping the unalived comes with certain responsibilities. I’ll help this ghost solve the mystery behind her death and see her to the light. Even if, years ago, I would’ve liked to have bumped her off myself. After all…isn’t that how most of us feel toward the person who helped blow up their marriage? Yep. I’m tasked with helping the very woman who ruined my marriage. But the more I get to know her ghost, the more I realize things are never as cut-and-dried as they seem. Not life, not love, not relationships… And certainly not murder!

Evanora Dark here, an unalived specialist, live from "Bitten Off More Than I Can Chew-ville!” It’s not enough that I talk to ghosts, but it looks like demons don’t mind my company either. A demon so sexy, so mesmerizing, who smells like paradise, I literally have to remind myself he’s a total jerk and that he’s trying to steal my sweet ghost’s soul. You didn’t read that wrong. Allow me to explain. Kai Pettigrew is a twenty-something TikTok star with millions of followers. He’s dedicated his young life to serving his community by helping the homeless with Kickstarter funds and drumming up donations to get the less fortunate back on their feet. While helping film an overnight ghost-hunt in one of the spookiest places in the country called Bridgewater Triangle with his best friend, an equally famous TikTok star, sweet, generous Kai allegedly takes his life by jumping from a ledge, leaving nothing behind but a short note. But Kai informs me that’s not true at all. Yet, he can’t remember what really happened that fateful night, leaving me scratching my head. If Kai’s not responsible—then it has to be murder, right? But he was with his best friends in the world while filming. Surely, they wouldn’t hurt him, would they? That leaves me with more questions than ever before. Now, add in a too-sexy-for-primetime demon who wants to snatch Kai’s soul, casts a diabolical spell on my libido, and not-so-subtly threatens my family and friends if I try and prevent it, and I’ve got big trouble. My Aunt Tuppence casts her own spell of protection to keep my family, Cary, and BFF Fab safe, but she warns me to stay away from them until I solve the case which leaves me on my own to investigate. Alone. Outmatched. Terrified. But I’ve got the determination of a thousand witches and the heart of a thousand more. Will it be enough to catch a killer while saving a giving, sweet boy from the bowels of Hell?

Unalived recently? Lose your head? Need someone to help you get to the other side—with your head? Then I’m your girl—Evanora Dark at your service! During a design competition for charity Tambi Schubert, local Buttermilk Bay's star stager and designer has a little accident. Okay, it’s a not so little (read big—my word, so big). I find her, relieved of her head via a power tool, in the house I’m designing for the competition, bringing a screeching halt to the contest and an investigation that leaves me as a suspect.