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A week on an island sounds like the stuff of beach dreams, but for Paisley Royce, it's a nightmare. Her little sister is marrying her ex-college sweetheart, and Paisley is serving as maid of honor. To add insult to injury, nobody will let Paisley forget she's single. Bachelorette weekend changes everything when she runs into her old college frenemy, Klein Madigan. Klein is still intelligent and funny, and somehow time has only made him more attractive.

Spring is in full swing in lakefront Button Cove, and Jacqueline is embracing her new life—her friends, her new home, the crones down the street, and especially the detective with a hot-Viking vibe. It's not half bad. But when an old book falls off the shelf, signaling the arrival of yet another literary character Jacqueline has to deal with, and strange accidents and thefts begin to happen in Button Cove, Jacqueline once again finds herself in a big, fat mess.

Welcome to Adams Grove…where the wedding cakes are sweet but the recipe is murder. In Adams Grove, Virginia, wedding fever is in full bloom as the townsfolk prepare for the long-awaited nuptials of Jill Clemmons and Garrett Malloy. Amid the pre-wedding bustle, maid of honor Carolanne Baxter is hoping for a fresh start of her own. After years away, she has finally returned home to reconnect with her estranged father, Ben.

Aria Dixon is an artistic free-spirit who likes to have fun with men - in the bedroom. Once she's had her fun she moves on - until she tries to sneak into one man's apartment, only to discover he knows more about her than she thinks. Sure, this guy is rich and gorgeous, but is he worth hanging around for?

Evaleen Bechmann is too busy running Human Resources for the billion-dollar company, Mimir, to even consider dating. As for emotions, she refuses to discuss that, too. It doesn't matter anyway. She's invisible to men, especially one man in particular. Evaleen is fine with that. Not everyone gets their happily ever after; that's only for novels.

Annie Graceland's a baker with a pinch of psychic ability. When stressed, Annie's psychic gift/curse kicks into high gear. She's empathic; feels other people's lusts, urges and desires in her own body. Usually it's simple -- someone's craving chocolate, or lusting after the wrong guy. But since Annie discovered she could see and talk with ghosts, her life became a little more complicated.

Annie Graceland's a baker with a pinch of psychic ability. She's empathic; feels other people's lusts, urges and desires in her own body. Usually it's simple – someone's craving chocolate, or lusting after the wrong guy. But since Annie discovered she can see and talk with ghosts, her life became a little more complicated. Annie's re-entering the dating world and her friends push her to buy some new clothes. Annie meets and squares off against Edith Flowers, the world's most obnoxious department store clerk.

Tiffany Blackburn couldn't believe what occurred during her recent vacation in Vegas. The careful, single mom decided to let loose and took a risk for once, allowing a man to buy her a whiskey sour. Regretting it the moment she woke up alone in a stranger's bed the next day. It only got worse, when she tried to sneak out and discovered something he left on the table. His wedding ring. Jagger Chance never failed to deliver when he was working undercover as a spy for the government. Women found him sexy and mysterious, which the loner preferred.

I was out with my girls enjoying a much-needed ladies night, wondering if one more dirty martini would push me over the edge. The next thing I knew, I was in the club’s bathroom listening to a woman screaming "no" and a man’s voice growling, "I know you want it." That asshole picked the wrong restroom at the wrong time. Little did I know the asshole was Cade’s VP, and although we saved that woman from his clutches that night, she’d be found floating in a motel pool a month later.

For the first time in a long time, life is good. I've got a smokin'-hot motorcycle man as my fiancé, the best friends a woman could have, a couple of great kids, and things have been relatively quiet on the PI front. You know what that means...the other shoe was bound to drop sooner or later.... Just when I was ready to settle down and plan the coolest wedding Greenswood has ever seen, the shit hit the fan, and hit it hard.

My name’s Annie Graceland. I talk to dead people and figure out who murdered them. My old college boyfriend, sent me a "friend" request and I should have said "no". But Mack gave me a sob story. I’m a wuss, I felt sorry for him, and said, "yes". Big. Mistake. Now Mack’s in town for a car show and he won’t leave me alone. He showed up at my work uninvited. He wants me to “show him the town.” Ew. I can’t shake him. But someone shakes him - someone runs him over in their car and knocks him off. Now Mack’s ghost has moved in with me.

They sell you on the drinks with little umbrellas, dolphin watching, and long walks on the beach. Which probably happens, if you’re that lucky schmuck living out your dream with your destination wedding, but if you’re a fish out of water PI like me, there’s no time for relaxing because trouble is never far behind. Instead of cocktails, I ended up dealing with the seedy underbelly of The Big Island. And I didn’t see one damn dolphin while undercover on a boat, which was spilling over with drug dealers, kingpins, and pedophiles.

One day I was bebopping along, jamming to the music in my head while wondering if my thighs could handle grabbing a cupcake on the way home. The next thing I knew, my entire world crashed and burned. I used to wake up at night in a sweat, crying because I'd dreamt that my husband was cheating on me or that he hated me and resented my kids. He'd always hold me close and tell me it was all just a dream, that he loved me and our family and that he'd never let me go. He was a f--king liar.