Love always casts a spell . . .

My name is Raye. Miss Larsen to my students. And I see ghosts. Like the freaky little kid in the movie said: They’re everywhere. In choosing my occupation, I tried to get as far away from the dead as possible. I figured I’d be safe in a kindergarten classroom.

Boy, was I wrong.

The first murder in decades brings New Orleans homicide detective Bobby Doucet to town. Our attraction is instantaneous. Bobby is on the trail of a serial killer and our victim fits the profile of the others, as does the next one. And the next.

Life becomes dangerous, chaotic, damn near unbelievable. Covens, witch hunters, magic, a lone black wolf where she doesn’t belong and suddenly my life is in danger.

Events in his past have caused Bobby to harbor an intense hatred of all things supernatural; he believes anyone who pretends to have psychic abilities is a liar, a charlatan and a thief.

Which makes it kinda hard to tell him . . . the murder victims have been talking to me.