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I’m out at a Halloween bash when Anthony, my obnoxious apartment manager, busts into my place and lets the dog and cat out. I'd gladly have killed him, but someone beats me to the punch. Now, I’m searching for my beloved fur baby and trying to figure out who killed my obnoxious slumlord. It’s probably for the best I don't know that Theodore, my cat, and his furry pals are running loose in the neighborhood sniffing out Anthony's killer in the middle of Halloween madness. What could possibly go wrong?

I left home and traveled thousand of miles to L.A. to find healing: from stem cell studies to alternative treatments like aura cleansing, shakti-fests, shamanic medicine and vision quests. I'll risk it all - except for love. I have no time for love. But life, the fates, or God has a funny way of messing with the best-laid plans...

Annie Graceland's a baker with a pinch of psychic ability. She's empathic - can feel other people's lusts and desires in her own body. No biggie if she experiences someone else's cravings for dark chocolate or a foot massage. But Annie's recently acquired a spookier skill - she can see and talk to ghosts. And much to her dismay, they also talk to her - nagging her incessantly to solve their murders.

A boy from the past. A girl from the future. Their love could be forever, but their time is running out.... Madeline falls in love with Samuel when she accidentally time travels hundreds of years into the past to a war between the colonists and Native Americans. Their relationship is forbidden. But Madeline's travels to the past not only to fall in love, but also to claim her birth right as a Messenger, a soul who can slip through time's fabric, delivering messages that change one life, or save many.

My name’s Annie Graceland. I talk to dead people and figure out who murdered them. My old college boyfriend, sent me a "friend" request and I should have said "no". But Mack gave me a sob story. I’m a wuss, I felt sorry for him, and said, "yes". Big. Mistake. Now Mack’s in town for a car show and he won’t leave me alone. He showed up at my work uninvited. He wants me to “show him the town.” Ew. I can’t shake him. But someone shakes him - someone runs him over in their car and knocks him off. Now Mack’s ghost has moved in with me.

My name’s Annie Graceland. Three things you should know about me: 1. I’m a Midwesterner living in LA. 2. I run my own baking business. 3. I talk to dead people and I figure out who murdered them. When Dr. Derrick Fuller - the know-it-all, self-help guru who ruined my marriage is murdered - guess who becomes a suspect? Now, I’m getting divorced, my baking business hits the skids, and Fuller’s ghost dogs my every step, nagging me to solve his murder.

Annie Graceland's a baker with a pinch of psychic ability. When stressed, Annie's psychic gift/curse kicks into high gear. She's empathic; feels other people's lusts, urges and desires in her own body. Usually it's simple -- someone's craving chocolate, or lusting after the wrong guy. But since Annie discovered she could see and talk with ghosts, her life became a little more complicated.

Annie Graceland's a baker with a pinch of psychic ability. She's empathic; feels other people's lusts, urges and desires in her own body. Usually it's simple – someone's craving chocolate, or lusting after the wrong guy. But since Annie discovered she can see and talk with ghosts, her life became a little more complicated. Annie's re-entering the dating world and her friends push her to buy some new clothes. Annie meets and squares off against Edith Flowers, the world's most obnoxious department store clerk.

I waitress at MadDog - a biker bar - to pay my uncle’s rent at assisted living. I work my ass off but when I pour a pitcher of margaritas on a loser harassing my BFF - I’m fired. I scour want-ads until I find one that doesn’t make me want to hurl.

I’m ditching my cocktail waitress gig at MadDog’s biker bar because I’m marrying Prince Nicholas of Fredonia - he of the black hair, blue eyes, and the remarkable royal jewels. But Nick steps out seconds before our wedding and doesn’t come back. So, technically we’re gathered here today to celebrate the union of two people - but the problem is there’s only one person - me.