Do you believe in ghosts? I wish I didn’t. After I retired, Sandy and I opened Bathhouse Row Soapery. Boy, that was a dumb idea. Opening day, I fell backward off a stepladder, cracked my noggin on the sidewalk and woke with the ability to communicate with Fanny Doyle, Al Capone’s shirt maker. Cracking my noggin was nothing compared to seeing a ghost.Things go from bad to worse fast. Etta, our first employee, finds a dead cabaret singer poisoned by our bath bombs. I’m suspect #1 because I mixed that batch. Our new sheriff, Dick, shuts down the Row, calls in crime scene investigators and hauls away our bath bomb ingredients. Now I have a murderer on my hands and a ghost with big-time issues. If I don’t solve the murder, and get rid of Fanny, our little soap shop will become the laughingstock of Central Avenue.Can I salvage our sudsy little soapery before it’s too late? Filled with whacky Southern characters, friendly ghostly fun, sweet friendships, and sparring rivals Bath Bombs & Beyond will make you wish you had a ghost girlfriend, too. Download your copy and read all about it.
The Colombian Hit
When famed smuggler Juan Santiago becomes his vicious rival’s next target, he’s forced to drop everything in search of safe
