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Real-life professional psychic Victoria Laurie drew from her career as a gifted clairvoyant and police psychic to create the character of Abigail Cooper. She lives in Arlington, Massachusetts, with her two spoiled dachshunds, Lilly and Toby. For information about upcoming novels and appointments for readings, visit her Web site at www.VictoriaLaurie.com.

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Table of Contents

Title Page

Copyright Page




Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14


Teaser chapter

Praise for the Ghost Hunter Mysteries

“A bewitching book blessed with many blithe spirits.”

—Nancy Martin, author of
the Blackbird Sisters Mysteries


“Ms. Laurie has penned a fabulous read and packed it with ghost-hunting action at its best. With a chilling mystery, a danger-filled investigation, a bit of romance, and a wonderful dose of humor, there’s little chance that readers will be able to set this book down.”—Darque Reviews


“M.J.’s first-person worldview is both unique and enticing. With truly likable characters, plenty of chills, and even a hint of romance, real-life psychic Laurie guarantees that readers are in for a spooktacularly thrilling ride.”—Romantic Times (4½ stars)


“A great, fast-paced, addicting read.”

—Enchanting Reviews


“A great story.”—MyShelf.com

Praise for the Psychic Eye Mysteries

“Victoria Laurie has crafted a fantastic tale in this latest Psychic Eye Mystery. There are few things in life that upset Abby Cooper, but ghosts and her parents feature high on her list . . . giving the reader a few real frights and a lot of laughs.”—Fresh Fiction

“Fabulous.... Fans will highly praise this fine ghostly murder mystery.”—The Best Reviews

“A great new series . . . plenty of action.”

Midwest Book Review

“An invigorating entry into the cozy mystery realm . . . I cannot wait for the next book.”

—Roundtable Reviews

“A fresh, exciting addition to the amateur sleuth genre.”—J. A. Konrath, author of Dirty Martini

“Worth reading over and over again.”—Bookviews

The Ghost Hunter Mystery Series

What’s a Ghoul to Do?
Demons Are a Ghoul’s Best Friend


The Psychic Eye Mystery Series


Abby Cooper, Psychic Eye
Better Read than Dead
A Vision of Murder
Killer Insight
Crime Seen
Death Perception


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For Leanne Tierney,
a great friend and my personal hero


A couple of years ago I got a call from my agent, Jim McCarthy, telling me that a producer had been in touch with the agency to see if I might be up for participating in a cable TV special on haunted possessions. The way they envisioned the show was Most Haunted meets Antiques Roadshow.

“It sounds goofy,” I said after hearing the pitch.

“Think of it like free advertising for the books!” he encouraged.

“Yeah, but these things never make the psychic look good,” I argued. “You know they can do anything they want in that editing room.”

“But think of how many books you could sell!” he countered.

I had a feeling Jim had a one-track mind on this one. Finally, however, after a whole lotta back-and-forth I conceded, with one condition: Jim had to fly to California with me and hold my hand during the shoot.

And everything was moving forward until Jim found out that the location of the shoot and our accommodations would be aboard the Queen Mary, aka the most haunted ghost ship in America. After that little tidbit came out, the excuses began:

“Uh, about going to California with you . . .” he said.


“Yeah, well, you see, the thing of it is . . . I might not have room in my work schedule after all.”

“You don’t say?”

“And I think I have some other personal conflicts that weekend.”

“I see. . . .”

“And”—cough-cough—“I may be coming down with a cold.” Sniffle, hack, wheeze, sniffle. “And you know how they say to avoid flying when you have a cold. . . .”

So it came to pass that Jim weaseled out, which, truth be told, was a good thing, because I didn’t have a great feeling about attending either and we eventually informed the producers that we were no longer interested in participating.

A few months later I saw a small clip of the actual show, and all I can say is thank God I backed out! There were some crazy happenings going on during that clip that I knew I’d have been totally freaked-out over. (Just ’cause I can communicate with the dead doesn’t mean I don’t find it creepy at times.)

Still, the concept of a haunted possession intrigued me enough to use it in a story with my favorite ghost hunting team of M.J., Gilley, and Steven. And now you know that I’m much braver, sitting in my nice, quiet, decidedly unhaunted home writing about things that go bump in the night rather than hunting them down myself.

To that end I would like to thank all those who helped me along the way:

My fabulous editor, Kristen Weber, who is so easy to work with and full of enthusiasm and encouragement. Thanks for taking such great care of me, Kristen. It means a lot!

Thanks as well to everyone at Obsidian for their efforts on my behalf, and that list includes Leslie Henkel and Rebecca Vinter, along with many, many others who work so diligently behind the scenes. Please accept my boundless appreciation for all you do for me.

My agent, Jim McCarthy, who always has my back (unless it involves spending the night on a ghost ship), and who is simply the best damn agent in the biz! Also, thanks to the entire staff at Dystel and Goderich, Literary Management, for their advice and support over the years.

And I’d like to thank my family for their continued support and encouragement, along with all my friends who cheer every time I show up on their doorstep with a new release. I usually name you all individually, but that list is getting a bit long, so know that if you think I might be including you, I definitely am!

One small individual mention here, and that is to Leanne Tierney, to whom this book is dedicated: Leanne, you’re simply wonderful, and every time I talk to you it’s like getting an adrenaline shot of sunshine. Thank you for being a great friend and providing such inspiration. You amaze me with your attitude, boundless enthusiasm, and continued strength and determination. Hugs and love, gal pal!

Chapter 1

Here’s some free advice: Never go into business with your best friend. And if you happen to ignore that initial advice—then, by God, make sure you have some sort of an escape clause.

How am I qualified to give such advice?

I’ll tell you: I’m the idiot who went into business with her BFF and barely lived to tell about it.

Gilley Gillespie has been my best friend for twenty years—and he’d been driving me crazy for nineteen and a half of them when I ignored all reason and good sense and formed a small ghostbusting business with him as my partner. The plan had seemed sound at the time. I’m a psychic medium with a good reputation and lots of experience, Gilley is a computer and gadget whiz, and New England is chock-full of haunted houses. We thought it was the perfect blend of talent meeting opportunity.

But, sadly, what we found after hanging out our ghostbusting shingle was a whole lot of skepticism and folks who weren’t bothered by bumps in the night as much as we thought they’d be.

Still, our prices weren’t cheap, so the jobs we did manage to book we were at least well compensated for, and that left us with a lot of free time waiting for the phone to ring. I liked to fill these periods surfing the Web or scoping out the latest gossip rag, while Gilley liked to think up new ways to increase business. (Enter the need for an escape clause. . . .)

So when I came into the office suite I shared with Gil on a cool Friday morning in late September, I noticed right away that my best friend might have had way too much time on his hands recently, and that meant I was likely in trouble.

You see, Gilley looked guilty. Of what exactly, I wasn’t yet sure, but something was up, and I had a feeling it was probable that my breakfast would consist of a cup of coffee, a bagel, and a side of aspirin. “What’d you do now?” I groaned as I put my jacket on the coatrack.

“Something that will bring us tons of new business!” he announced with a flourish.

I shot him a skeptical look over my shoulder as I headed into my office, tucked just behind the front lobby of our suite. “Why do I have the feeling that I’m not going to like it?”

“Because you never like any of my ultracreative ideas.”

For the record, Gilley’s idea of “ultracreative” ways to increase our professional ghostbusting business have included a man dressed up as Casper waving to pedestrian traffic outside our office, and a late-night cable TV commercial featuring Gil and a half dozen of his fellow queens (I should mention that Gil is decidedly light in his loafers) doing a mock-up of Michael Jackson’s “Thriller” video while someone in a cop uniform rushed around “busting” the walking dead.

“I never like any of your crazy ideas, Gil, because they all cost money and don’t return on the investment. We’re still paying for your thirty-second stint on late-night TV,” I pointed out.

Gilley got up from his desk and hurried into my office. With a flick of his hand he dismissed my pessimism. “That’s the beauty of this idea, M.J. It won’t cost us a penny. In fact, it will actually pay us handsomely!”

I sat down with another sigh and picked up the mail Gil had laid on my desk, sorting through the envelopes. “How much does handsomely go for these days?” I asked casually.

“Five hundred dollars a day!” Gil said, and clapped his hands happily.

I arched an eyebrow at him. “That’s less than we get paid for a bust.”

Gilley took a seat in one of the chairs opposite me. “Yes, but it’s free advertising! We’d actually get paid to tell the world about our business! And the exposure will be national. I tell you, this could be big!”

I set the mail down and eyed him critically. “I always know I’m in for a rude awakening when you play this stuff up.”

“Not this time,” he insisted, his knees bouncing with excitement.

“Fine,” I groaned. “What’s this latest brainstorm?”

“I just got off the phone with a Hollywood producer—”

“Hollywood?” I interrupted. “Isn’t that commute a little far?” We live just outside Boston.

“Well, of course we’d be flown in,” he said impatiently. “Anyway, as I was saying, this Hollywood producer is putting together this really cool new show for Bravo. You know how we love to watch our Bravo!”

“Uh-huh,” I said, sitting back in my chair and crossing my arms. So far I wasn’t too impressed, even though Gilley and I were avid fans of the cable channel.

“It’s an assembly of talent, the best mediums the world has to offer,” Gil continued. “This producer has scoured the U.S. to find the greatest psychics in the biz, in fact.”

“Who’s attending?” I was pretty up on who the best intuitive mediums in the country were. I was good friends with Rebecca Rosen from Colorado, and Theresa Rogers from California, not to mention that I’d actually met both John Edward and James Van Praagh in person, and if any one of them were in, then I might consider the idea.

“Bernard Higgins,” Gil said.

I searched my memory banks. “Never heard of him.”

“How about Heath Whitefeather or Angelica Demarche?”

I rolled the names around in my head and came up empty. “Have you heard of these people?”

“Sure!” he said, in that high, whiny way that told me he was a big, fat fibber.

I rubbed my temples and glanced at the clock on my desk. Nine a.m. and I already had a headache. It was a new record. “The answer is no,” I said flatly.

“But you haven’t even heard the whole pitch!” Gilley wailed.

“I don’t need to,” I warned, leveling a look at him. “It’s goofy, whatever it is.”

“It is not!”

“Fine.” I sighed. “Then tell me what this great assembly of talent is all about.”

“It’s about helping people,” Gilley said earnestly. “And isn’t that really what we’re all about?”

“Who are we helping?” asked a deep baritone from the lobby.

Gil and I both looked up to see six feet of tall, dark, and yummy. “Hey, Steven,” I said. Dr. Steven Sable was my significant other and our financial backer. In other words, he was ridiculously wealthy and had enough dough to blow on some rather eccentric “entertainment.” That’s right—Gilley and I were the “entertainment.”

“I’m trying to talk to M.J. about the TV show.”

“With the things that are possessed?” he asked. Obviously he was more in the loop than I was, which could mean only that Gil had told him in order to help warm me up to the idea.

“Possessed?” I asked, shifting my attention back to Gil. “You know I don’t believe in exorcisms.”

“No, no, no!” Gilley said quickly. “It’s not like that at all. Listen, this producer has an idea about a show where he gathers some mediums and has them tune in on objects that the owners feel are possessed with either good or bad spirits. Think of it as a haunted Antiques Roadshow.”

“Again,” I said to Gil, “the answer is no.”

“M.J.!” Gilley wailed. “You can’t say no!”

I stood up from my chair and laid my hands flat on my desk. “I thought I just did.”

“But I am all packed,” said Steven.

“What do you mean, you’re packed?” I asked.

“Gilley gave me the itinerary yesterday. He said we would need to be at the airport by noon today.”

“Whoa,” I said, shaking my head in disbelief. “Gilley, you already told this producer guy yes?”

“It’s all arranged,” Gilley said quickly. “And I’ve cashed the first check. They sent us a three-hundred-dollar bonus for signing the contract.”

“Wait a minute!” I yelled. “I haven’t signed any contract!” And then a flicker of memory burbled up in my mind. Two weeks ago I’d been on the phone and Gilley had swept in, placing some documents in front of me with little “sign here” tabs. Gil and I were in the middle of refinancing our condos for a lower rate—we lived in the same building, one floor apart—so I’d just assumed the papers had to do with the mortgage application.

To confirm that my memory was accurate I saw Gilley picking at his sweater, avoiding my eyes, and I knew I’d been had. “You’re fired,” I said, doing my best Donald Trump hand-like-a-cobra impression.

“You can’t fire me,” he said calmly. “We’re partners.”

“I won’t do it!” I snapped. “Get us out of this, Gilley, or so help me, I’ll . . .” I was so angry I couldn’t think of what I’d do, but I knew it was something big.

“M.J.,” Steven said, coming into the room to take a chair next to Gilley, “I think you should do it.”

“Easy for you to say,” I groused. “You’re not the one doing some goofy show on television that’s going to make you look like a loony tune!”

“I don’t think it will be so bad,” Steven said, his voice calm and soothing. “And I can tell you from my own personal experience that when I watch you work I am memorized.”

I should also mention that Steven was born in Argentina and raised in Germany. He’s new to both the States and English. “Mesmerized,” Gilley whispered out of the corner of his mouth.

“Yes, that too,” Steven said. “The point here is that the show is a good opportunity for your business, and to prove to people that you are a gifted medium able to communicate with the dead.”

“Think of it,” Gilley added. “I mean, how many people have some object in their home that they think might have bad energy associated with it? M.J., this could be a whole new business for us! It’s not just about busting someone’s home anymore; now we’re talking busting that old hairbrush or picture frame or whatever.”

I sank back down in my seat. I was outmanned, outmaneuvered, and outsmarted. “What happens if I don’t show up?”

“They’ll sue you,” Gil said. “Breach of contract and all.”

I closed my eyes and pinched the bridge of my nose. “How long is this going to take?”

“Including tonight, it’ll take three days. We land this evening, and they start shooting tomorrow at eight a.m. sharp.”

“So we’re back here by Monday?” I asked.


“And there’s no new business on the calendar?” It had been a slow couple of weeks.

“Nothing. Not even a nibble.”

“And you’ve already made arrangements for Doc?” Doc was my African Gray parrot. I’d had him since I was twelve.

“Mama Dell and the Captain are going to look after him.” Mama Dell and her husband, known only as “the Captain,” owned the coffee shop across the street and were good friends of ours.

I looked from Steven to Gilley and back again, hoping one of them would come to his senses and back me for a change. Finally I rolled my eyes and sighed. “Fine. But I swear to God, Gil, if this in any way makes me look like an ass, you’re going to pay for it.”

“Don’t I always?” Gilley muttered, but quickly flashed me a big, toothy smile and clapped his hands. “It’ll be fun!”

I gave him a dark look, and he wisely hurried out of my office, muttering something about heading to my condo to pack a bag for me.

“He’s right, you know,” Steven said after we heard the front door close.

“About this being fun? Don’t count on it.”

“No, about it being good for the business.”

“Or it will be really bad for business,” I countered, still irritated at having been hoodwinked.

“What is your worry over this?” he asked, genuinely curious.

“I’m worried that this program is exploitive, that the intent isn’t to educate as much as it is to disprove, and that the producer will use every opportunity to showcase any miss I get and call me out on national television as a fraud.”

“But you’re not a fraud,” Steven said gently. “You are the real McCain.”

One corner of my mouth lifted. “McCoy,” I corrected. “And I know that, but you should see what goes on in the editing room, Steven. I mean, they can take so much out of context that they could make Einstein look stupid.”

“Maybe you are taking this too seriously,” Steven reasoned. “It seems to me the show is about entertainment, not about making some sort of ideological point.”

My eyes widened in surprise. “May I say that your English is really improving?”

“Thank you,” he said modestly. “I’ve been practicing.” He got up then and came around my desk, lifting me up out of my chair and pulling me into his wonderfully developed chest. “I have a feeling you will look very good on camera,” he said, and kissed me lightly on the lips. “You have a face for the television.”

I smiled a little wider. “So if this thing turns ugly, you promise to get me out of there?”

“Mmmm,” Steven said, and kissed me again. “Yes, I will rescue you,” he added, caressing my back.

We did some heavy petting and smooching until we heard an “Ahem” from someone in the lobby. Neither of us had heard anyone come in. I stepped quickly away from Steven and spotted Mama Dell, looking very uncomfortable in the doorway. “Hey, there.” I coughed, straightening my clothes and patting my hair, which I knew was likely tousled.

“I’m so sorry,” Mama Dell said, color rising to her cheeks. “I didn’t know you were . . . uh . . . busy.”


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  • Publisher: NAL; Reprint edition (March 3, 2009)
  • Language: English
  • ISBN-10: 0451226305
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By 4fabfelines VINE VOICE on September 20, 2009
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this was another cute cozy from Laurie, but it did have some unresolved parts in it.
M.J. and gilley are going to a television shoot about the paranormal. Things start getting dicey when someone sneaks in a dagger that is hounted with a demon.
Things go from bad to worse, as bodies and ghosts sart piling up.
M.J. meets another psychic and Heath start investigating and get in over their heads with haunted mirrors and daggers.
The only thin I did not like was some of the story was unresolved with the mirrors. Did M.J. help the ghost in the mirror?? May be that is for another book.
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This is a quick read, with enjoyable characters. Some of the language is dated (who uses light in the loafers?) and I'm not sure the caricature of Gil is completely spot on. I'm all for using lgbt characters, but let's move to this decade, not dated and ridiculous stereotypes from the 80s and early 90s.
That aside, I'm curious where the author will move to next. I will be continuing the journey. Hopefully everyone gets to grow along too.
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2:00 am deadtime. Drake Hotel. San Francisco.
Finished reading Victoria Laurie's Ghouls Just Haunt to Have Fun.
Instruments indicate a great deal of activity. If there are spirits here, make yourself known now. Repeat, knock, rap, drop something, but let us know you are here...
(My homage to my favorite of the genre, Paranormal State)
With all the amazing ghost hunting shows on the television, Victoria Laurie has taken an idea and hit it out of the park with her latest in the Ghost Hunter Mysteries Series. Gilley, M.J.'s business partner/techie, has booked her on a new show Haunted Possessions, hoping her gift will not only help those who need to cross over, but help her career in the financially stablility department. A number of psychic mediums have been asked to the Drake Hotel to film a pilot to see if this type of show and chemistry of cast can make it as a syndicated television show.
Turns out half of the professionals are losers and soon are gone. The other 'real deal' is Heath Whitefeather, and while there are some doubts about the project and the true motives of the production company, there is true paranormal activity in the hotel and they agree to help.
Only thing is, there are evil entities that apparently have opened a port, and these guys literally go for blood and murder.
Only thing M.J. and Heath can do is stay and fight and figure out what the heck is going on to conquer the evil forces.
Ms. Laurie has always been a favorite writer with several series running concurrently.
But she has travelled light years with this idea so timely and so perfect for her characters, it has nothing but hit written all over it.
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It was so easy to fall back into this world, especially with Gilley's antics haha. He is by far one of my favorite characters, he is definitely the comedy relief during M.J.'s stressful times. And boy were there some stressful times as there was a ghost at almost every corner, it even had Gilley's greedy mouth clamp up tight from fear. But what did you expect when you're staying at a haunted hotel that's being renovated!

I loved what inspired this story for the author and I had no idea but she can see spirits too, very cool! Anyways, with this crazy and fun story line it could have been a hit or miss. For me it was definitely a hit! Even with the crazy amount of ghost M.J. had to deal with it was all very well balanced. Never once did I become confused or bored. Instead I was sitting on the edge of my seat the whole time trying to figure out who done it! It was easy to get lost in this thrilling world!

Overall what an absolutely fun installment to the series, I cannot wait to get to the next one as they go on this new adventure! It was nice to get a fresh face and to have a character that understands what M.J. has to go through. It's great that now she'll have backup that can actually see spirits just like her, so the next one is definitely going to be interesting with this new character! Another spine chilling, action packed story that I couldn't put down! This series is getting better with each book!
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What kind of blurb is that??!! It just doesn't say much does it.....well let me tell you! M.J. is roped into taking a job in San Francisco where she will be doing readings on items that people think are haunted or possessed. The kicker is she will be filmed with an audience and working with three other psychics. The one thing I didn't mention is how Gilley, M.J.'s best friend, signed her up for it without asking her first!! After a lot of yelling and arm twisting, M.J. finally comes to terms with having to do this job, even though she has never heard of any of these "psychics" that the show has procured.

So, we are off to a great start, right? LOL! Poor M.J. Man, was she pissed at Gilley, and so was I!! Gosh, Gilley even talked to Steven, aka Dr. Delicious, about it first, wth? To dig the hole even deeper, the show's producer, Gopher, has arranged for the filming to take place at one of the most haunted hotels in America, The Duke, as well as being their accomodations, bahahaha.........ooooh, Gilley is dead meat!

When the trio arrives at the Duke, M.J. is already slapped in the face with her first ghost bust/crossover job. The woman can't even check in without being bombarded! This is how she is introduced to Detective Ayden MacDonald. He turns out to be very open minded about M.J. abilities, and a crucial asset in the end. After Gilley and Steven get them all checked in, M.J. is off to a Meet 'n Greet with the show's producer and other psychics that will be on the show. The intros to the others were not good, as she meets Angelica DeMarche, Bernard Higgins and Heath Whitefeather. They are discussing the woman M.J. encountered when arriving at the hotel and how she came to her untimely death. M.J.
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