Holly Leefe has seen it all. Being a medium keeps life interesting. Not that it needed any help. She already had a psychic for a husband and a clairsentient teenage daughter. Data analyst by day, ghost hunter by night. Unless it was football season. She did live in Texas after all.
This fall Holly and her husband Jesse are trying to help a widower and his fiancé discover why suddenly stilettos are being thrown through their TV. Plus a few other nuisance cases. As if helping the dead and raising a teenager wasn’t enough, the ghost of her grandmother won’t rest until the family home is returned to its 1980’s glory.

I’ve seen the living; I’ve seen the dead. I’ve seen angels and I’ve seen demons. No matter how many malevolent or benevolent beings I interacted with, none could terrify me as much as the spirit that walked through the door into the kitchen where I was cooking dinner. Mentally bracing myself, I stirred in chili powder to the ground beef on the stove before I acknowledged the woman that was now looking over my shoulder.
“That’s too much seasoning. It’s going to be too spicy.”  I turned to face the food police. “You need to call your mother.” It was an order, not a request. I raised an eyebrow, inviting her to explain. “She won’t listen to reason.”
“Are you two still feuding?”  She had been fighting with my mother for the last two and a half years. I’d inherited the “gift” from my mother who had gotten it from my grandmother and so on and so forth. They didn’t need me to pass messages back and forth. She seemed to have forgotten that I had refused to get involved. 


The Living, The Dead, and The Unwed

"Shit!" I shot her a dirty look before I stirred the hunk of butter I'd just scooped up into the pasta.
"Ladies do not use that kind of language. Put a dollar in the swear jar." She pointed at the jar on top of the fridge.
"That's Savanah's "I'm an entitled millennial jar", not a swear jar." I dum...

Food Police

Dinner Saved

Family time

Morning scramble

Family Fued

Meet the team

Ghost Hunting

Skeptics suck

Good friends and homewrecking interns

When friends collide

Best friends in this life and the next

Satisfied by a Qtip

Man needed

Teenage horrors

Definition of ghosts

A clue

Charlatan gatherings

Evil queen in a jeep

The family home

Good or Evil

Emotionally manifested

Hello Kitty

Lenny

Check your wiring

Friday night in Texas

Missing husband

Libby's evening

Raging spirits

Luna?

Morning inturuptist

Who did I sleep with

How much for shoes?

Thunking my fight song

Amused ghosts

The North Carlina Wellingtons of course

Ghostly promise

Preparing for war

House hunting

House number 2

Demon house across the way

To close a portal

Wallmounts save lives