Mortician Murders

Imogene's client has a special request. The only hitch is, the client is dead. It's an ordinary day at Harry's Hair Stop until Imogene hears her favorite client's dying wish. Two days later, she finds herself in the embalming room at Greener Pastures Mortuary, bottle of hair dye and scissors in hand. Styling her client's hair for the funeral is creepy. She'd expected that. But she hadn't expected the body to buzz like it was loaded with corpse caffeine. Was it her imagination, or was something more sinister at play? Determined to prove her sanity, she teams up with the mortuary's handsome night watchman to investigate. Through a series of hair-raising twists, they discover the client's death, just like her hair color, wasn't as natural as everyone thought. In fact, this was only one in a string of murders. Someone is killing off the residents of Liberty Grove. It's up to Imogene to find the murderer before the murderer finds her. If you can imagine Agatha Raisin as a twenty-something, rockabilly, hairstylist with a weird connection to the dead, this book is for you.

Nothing says romance like his and hers caskets. Imogene Lynch has decorated the chapel for Greener Pastures' first wedding-funeral, but on the morning of the big event, one casket is empty. Has the bride gotten cold feet? Or has someone absconded with her? The spirits aren't talking, but they are making Imogene's life a misery. When the police suspect the mortuary's head embalmer of stealing the corpse to sell on the black market, she and El realize it's up to them to find the missing body. Their search leads to a berserker Viking cult, obnoxious frat boys, and a pirate bar, among other dangers. But Imogene and El are determined to reunite the deceased couple or die trying. If you can imagine Agatha Raisin as a twenty-something, rockabilly ex-hairdresser with a weird connection to the dead, this book is for you.

Men are confusing, alive, or dead. Imogene Lynch, assistant to the head embalmer at Greener Pastures Mortuary, feels the final sensations of the deceased when she touches their hair. So, why did she get a hit from a 200-year-old skull? When an earthquake reveals a long-hidden tomb under the historic San Juan Capistrano Mission, El-Greener Pastures' hunky night watchman-moonlights to guard the discovery. He and Imogene have recently declared their love for one another. What better place to grab some alone time than among the skulls and crossbones of the dead? However, when Imogene stumbles into a mound of bones and dislodges a skull, she's plagued by an itching attack that not only ruins their romantic moment but follows her home.Which means the cranium's owner must have been murdered. The only way to get rid of the disgruntled spirit is to reveal his killer. But how do you solve a crime that happened centuries ago? The questions come fast and furious: Has she discovered a new and unwanted ability? What do zombie cults have to do with Baldy and the other bones in the tomb? And, most importantly, will she ever be alone with El again?

What do you do when skeletons in the family closet come out to play? Imogene Lynch, assistant to the head embalmer of Greener Pastures Mortuary, has always longed for family, but her newfound cousin, Chelsea, is a big disappointment. Not only are they complete opposites, but Chelsea needs help with the kind of problem Imogene does her best to avoid, murder. And this one seems impossible to solve since Chelsea doesn't know who the victim is. Cursing her big heart and well-developed sense of guilt, Imogene plunges into a mystery more twisted than she could have imagined. Cryptic clues, as confusing as the ghosts who leave them, entangle the cousins, and dark family secrets begin to unravel. Imogene discovers she and Chelsea may have more in common than she'd thought. And that's not a good thing. The Lynches have baggage of a supernatural kind. Can Chelsea and Imogene work as a team, solve the crime, and lay the spirits of the past to rest, or will their mismatched psychic abilities lead them into danger? If you can imagine Agatha Raisin as a twenty-something, rockabilly, ex-hairstylist with a weird connection to the dead, this book is for you.

Is there anything scarier than a homicidal hospital? There's no love lost between Imogene and her boyfriend's mother. But when Eleanor is admitted to a sanatorium for her migraines, Imogene takes the high road and visits. The hospital is housed in a creepy mansion with a chilling past. The medicines being used are a throwback to the days of snake oil and superstition. And while she's there, Imogene bumps into a newly deceased patient. As hauntings go, this ghost steals the show. And everything else. Turns out Becky Riddell was being treated for kleptomania. Her influence is hard to resist. Things take a sinister turn when dead bodies start popping up around the sanatorium at an alarming rate. Imogene knows she should investigate, but the last thing she needs is more drama in her life. She has enough thanks to the poltergeist that's been dogging her steps for the past month. However, if Imogene doesn't figure out who's killing off patients and why, she'll have to move out of her apartment. Thanks to Becky's compulsion, she's pinched so much stuff, there's barely enough room for her and her cat. Besides, El would never forgive her if his mother became one of the not-so-dearly departed.