My name is Lottie Lemon, and I see dead people. Okay, so I rarely see dead people, mostly I see furry creatures of the dearly departed variety, who have come back from the other side to warn me of their previous owner’s impending doom. A regency ball goes awry and both Noah and Everett are in over their heads. Add in the ghost of an adorable Bichon Frise named Pretty Boy and you've got trouble. Perjury, a dirty deal made with a couple of mobster devils, and a defunct bakery. Summer in Honey Hollow is getting too hot to handle. Lottie Lemon has a brand new bakery to tend to, a budding romance with perhaps one too many suitors, and she has the supernatural ability to see the dead—which are always harbingers for ominous things to come. Throw in a string of murders, and her insatiable thirst for justice, and you’ll have more chaos than you know what to do with. Living in Honey Hollow can be murder.