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.