A Midlife Psychic Medium Series

Genres: Ghost; Women's Fiction; Mystery

Synopsis

From Book 1:

AN AMAZON NUMBER ONE BESTSELLER!

A BARNES AND NOBLE NUMBER ONE BESTSELLER!

"An entertaining story of a woman discovering she has a gift for seeing the dead & talking to them. The dialog is witty and Angela's running commentary with her mother is so realistic it will remind readers of their own mothers!"---InD'Tale Magazine

"An entertaining read." Katelyn Hensel, Readers' Favorite

"A Northside Woman Summer Best Beach Read"

"What a fantastic read! I couldn't put it down! I had to keep reading just to see what twist life was going throw out at Angela next!" Chicklit Plus

“Carolyn writes as though she is talking to a best girlfriend—sharing a message or telling a story in a style both witty and wise. Her personal voice shines through her work. She has the ability to reduce complex subject matter into a few memorable one-liners---helping readers learn a thing or two while having a laugh at the same time.” Katie VanBrackle, Editor, Northside Woman

"Carolyn Ridder Aspenson's dialogue reads like a transcript of a conversation between me and my bestie. It's this skillful and realistic dialogue that propels her narrative and captures her readers' interests...and that it absolutely does!" Clarice Joos, Editor

GHOST WHISPERER MEETS MEDIUM.

THE ONLY WAY FOR ANGELA TO FIND PEACE IS TO FIND IT FOR THE GHOSTS WHO HAUNT HER.

I have a secret. I see dead people. And they're everywhere.

When my mother died, I wished for just five more minutes with her, but I meant her ALIVE, not her GHOST. Apparently, the Universe has a sense of humor.

As if I don't already have enough going on in my life. Teenage daughter drama. Hot flashes. Maybe a mood swing or two which can be bad news with a teenage daughter.

Speaking of the drama queen, I'm not sure what's worse, her, or the fact that when my mother died, she opened a portal between me and the other side, and now I see my mom's spirit and the spirits of just about everyone else.

Maybe actually everyone else.

These ghosts aren't your run of the mill, harmless, light-flickering, chair-moving kind. Nope, they're here because they're stuck earthbound, and guess what? It''s my job to unstick them and cross them over to the other side. As if I know how to do that.

I'm totally out of my comfort zone.

Don't get me wrong, I'm glad my mother's still here, but I know she's got unfinished business too. She's as much as said so. Sure, I'd love her to stick around forever, but that's not fair to her. But that unfinished business? She can't cross over until I help her with it.

Only she won't tell me what's going on. So, here I am, ghost whispering my way through the start of menopause while trying to solve the puzzle of my mom's unfinished business. If that's even possible.

"Laugh out loud funny!"—Lynn Shaw, 2 Girls and a Book Blog

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