KYRA DAVIS

Mystery writer and dabbling recreational sleuth Sophie Katz is head over heels in love with a three–bedroom Victorian. She's just got to have it, despite a few drawbacks. Her slimy ex is the Realtor. The rich, creepy seller wants her to join San Francisco's spirited Specter Society. And her first tour of the house reveals, well, a lifeless body clutching a cameo with a disturbing history of its own.

There's no way Sophie is going to give up the ghost on her dreams of stained glass and original woodwork, though even when things become officially weird. A Society member is found with a slashed throat, and Sophie's house might as well be yelling, "GET OUT!" She's hearing footsteps, lights are turning themselves off and her stuff keeps moving inexplicably. To top it off, boyfriend Anatoly thinks it's all in her head.

Sophie is 99 percent sure her problems are caused by someone six feet tall instead of six feet under, but the only way to be sure is to track down the killer – before he pushes her kicking and screaming to the other side…

When a mystery writer cries bloody murder, everyone blames her over–active imagination

Thriller scribe Sophie Katz is as hard–boiled as a woman who drinks grande caramel brownie frappuccinos can be–so she knows it's not paranoia, or post–divorce living–alone–again jitters, when she becomes convinced that a crazed reader is sneaking into her apartment to re–enact scenes from her books.

Then a filmmaker friend is brutally murdered, in a manner taken from one of his movies, and Sophie becomes convinced that a copycat killer is on the looseIf she doesn't solve the mystery her own bestseller could spell her doom.

Cursing her grisly imagination (why, oh, why did she have to pick the axe?) Sophie engages in some real–life detective work, stumbling upon a mysterious new love interest, Anatoly Darinsky, along the way.

Of course, if this were fiction, Anatoly would be her prime suspect