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.
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