Violetta Graves Mystery Books

I didn’t kill my ex-boyfriend. But I sure as hell wanted to. My name is Violetta Graves. I’m a cocktail waitress in Las Vegas, so I serve spirits to the mostly unlucky. But I also see spirits. Ghosts. And dead people are a pain in the ass. But you know what’s worse? Being accused of murder. And the only way to avoid getting arrested by the hottest homicide cop in Vegas is to ask the Other Side for help. So here I am. Whispering to ghosts. And wishing Mr. Hottie’s handcuffs were being used for something other than taking me to jail.

You gonna find a dead body every month? I looked at the homicide detective and then at the dead guy sprawled in the front yard. I couldn’t tell him the only reason I found a corpse on this sunny morning was because Dead Guy’s ghost was standing next to me. Also, it wasn’t my fault I kept finding bodies.My name is Violetta Graves. I’m a cocktail waitress in Las Vegas. And I see ghosts. Worse, they see me. And now, so does a psychotic killer.

I’m staring at a magician’s body parts dangling from the ceiling. This was not how I wanted to start my Monday. Neither was talking to his dead assistant while the cops stared at me. My name is Violetta Graves. I’m a cocktail waitress in Las Vegas and I see ghosts. If the spirits don’t help me solve this tricky case fast, then I’m the one the killer will make disappear. And nobody will ever find me.

When the guy next to me keeled over dead, I admit I almost left his ass there and bailed.Judge me if you want. I’m tired of telling Las Vegas homicide detectives that I’ve found a body. Again.My name is Violetta Graves. I’m a cocktail waitress in Las Vegas. And I see ghosts. I should’ve never attended the séance for a murdered drag queen. Because now we’re all trapped in a house with a killer.And the dead ghost hunter?He was sitting in my chair.