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.

It’s baby shower mania here in Honey Hollow as my sisters and I are all expecting bundles of joy. But when a body turns up right in the middle of the celebration, this sweet event turns sour faster than a batch of curdled cream.

And if that wasn’t enough, a polar bear named Petey shows up and his...

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.

It’s baby shower mania here in Honey Hollow as my sisters and I are all expecting bundles of joy. But when a body turns up right in the middle of the celebration, this sweet event turns sour faster than a batch of curdled cream.

And if that wasn’t enough, a polar bear named Petey shows up and his growl is as menacing as his desire for justice—but boy is he cute.

Noah and Everett are bent on protecting me at all costs and it almost costs the three of us everything.

And have I mentioned the duffle bag full of naughty secrets in the back of goody-goody Francine Dundee’s minivan? Let me tell you Carlotta will never let her live it down even if she has to do so by way of prison.

Between the ghosts, the murder, and enough secrets to fill my bakery’s display case, it’s going to take more than a batch of cinnamon rolls to keep me out of trouble this time. One thing’s for sure, living in Honey Hollow can be murder.