It was a clear, sunny day, and I had a lovely afternoon planned. A visit to the local historic hotel. A nice lunch. A walk in the park with my fiancé-turned-frog. But you know what they say about best-laid plans in Bigfoot Bay. What ghost up, must come down. Turns out I can communicate with spirits. Lucky me. Before I know it, I'm investigating the suspicious death of a family friend and turning up more dirt than a graveyard. Secrets are like weeds – root out one and another pops up in its place. Too bad for one particular hoity-toity resident spreading rumors about me. What ghost around, comes around. – Book 1 – Book 2 – Book 3 – Book 4 - Book 5 - Book 6