There have been a rash of grave robberies in Haven Hollow lately…

So maybe it’s not such a surprise that during one of my open houses, I find my eyes tracking every movement of a suspicious-looking character.

Suspicious, as in everything about this guy, is shifty… from how he keeps trying to avoid attention to his extreme interest in my client’s china cabinet.

So when the same man winds up dead on a random grave in the cemetery between Poppy and Wanda’s houses? Yeah… something is rotten in the state of Oregon.

Things get even stranger when I find two objects randomly stashed in strange hiding spots—objects that hum with their own type of electricity.

As if all of that weren’t enough to ruin a girl’s day, there’s my relationship with Roy…

Roy believes we are destined to be together—that it’s written in the cosmos. But I’m not sure how I feel about that—actually, I am sure how I feel about it—I don’t like it. Not one bit. Because all I want—more than anything else—is to be loved and desired for me.

Not for my Succubus pheromones and definitely not because Fate willed it so.