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When Cambria Clyne - klutzy, 20-something single mom - takes the job of an apartment manager at an LA complex, she hopes her run of bad luck is finally coming to an end. She's got a nice home for her daughter, a steady source of income, and the cute maintenance guy is certainly a nice perk! But her luck takes a bad turn again when a dead body turns up and a crime spree takes over the community, and Cambria finds her complex squarely at the center of it all!

My name is Zoe Lane, and I see dead people. I thought I was getting pretty good at this whole medium gig...until today. Have you ever been kissing the man of your dreams when his dead ex-girlfriend appears? No? I have, and let me tell you it's a total mood killer. Her name is Vanessa Tobin, and she's a journalist with a passion for truth and justice and self-help books. The last thing she remembers is investigating the disappearance of 20-year-old Lux Piefer. She was close to solving the case. Too close. Now we need to find Lux and catch Vanessa's killer.

My name is Zoe Lane, and I see dead people. I'm not your typical medium. The kind portrayed on your favorite television shows. The spirits who visit me aren't interested in reuniting with loved ones. Nope. The spirits I connect with have sought me out for one thing and one thing only: justice. A task that would be easier if I were a homicide detective instead of a 23-year-old wannabe journalist with a love of hot romance novels.

My name is Zoe Lane, and I see dead people. Sure, being a medium isn’t easy. Things like dating, working, and even sleeping are all hard to do when there’s a ghost hovering nearby, demanding your attention. But it’s not all bad, and I’d like to think I’m getting pretty good at it...most days.

All that glitters is not gold… When Denali Dahlgren's posh California dream goes bust, she feels like she's hit rock bottom. But just as her prospects run dry, she strikes a claim of unexpected inheritance—an entire Alaskan town left to her by an uncle she never knew existed. Trading palm trees for spruce, she arrives at a ghost town that once glittered with gold rush glory. But instead of nuggets, Denali finds an unfinished café to run, a treasury of off-kilter townsfolk, and the attention of a dashing bush pilot who may just be her heart's jackpot.

In the male-dominated world of engineering, breaking through barriers and claiming your rightful place can seem like an impossible challenge. Yet for Anat Rapoport, this challenge was an opportunity, not just for her, but for women everywhere. In 2015, she stood on the cusp of a significant promotion. With every project milestone achieved, deadline met, and positive feedback garnered, she felt ready. But was her career trajectory truly in her hands, or was it subject to the whims of superiors/ mercy of the higher-ups?

My name is Zoe Lane, and I see dead people. Catching killers and solving murders for those who have passed away is sort of my thing. Is it fun? No. Have I almost died? Multiple times. I'm not sure why I've been predestined to be a medium to the traumatically deceased but I have. I’m used to it by now. At least, I thought I was. Until this afternoon. A new spirit appeared to me, and this one is different. This one is personal.