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The Perfectly Proper
Paranormal Museum
by Kirsten Weiss
Perfectly Proper Paranormal
Museum Mystery Book One
A Perfectly Proper Murder

When Maddie Kosloski's career flatlines, she retreats to her wine-country hometown for solace and cheap rent. Railroaded into managing the local paranormal museum, she's certain the rumors of its haunting are greatly exaggerated. But a new ghost may be on the loose. A fresh corpse in the museum embroils Maddie in murders past and present.

With her high school bully as one of the officers in charge, Maddie doubts justice will be served. When one of her best friends is arrested, she's certain it won't be.

Maddie grapples with ghost hunters, obsessed taxidermists, and the sexy motorcyclist next door as outside forces threaten. And as she juggles spectral shenanigans with the hunt for a killer, she discovers there truly is no place like home.

Genre: Paranormal Cozy Mystery
Content/Theme(s): Humor, Haunting, Women Sleuths
Release Date: March 16, 2016
Publisher: Midnight Ink

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Excerpt:
Adele hustled me out of the bar. San Benedetto's wide streets were dark and empty, the glow from the iron street lamps blunted by low fog. Bare cherry trees lined the brick sidewalks, casting weak, skeletal shadows. We walked past the stone library, past the hardware store, past the little park with its WWII-era cannon. I heard, but couldn't see, the creek that cut along the other side of the park, rattling over stones, rushing against its high banks.

In front of the tea room — once Chuck's Chicken Shack — Adele fumbled with her keys. At the top of the building was the number 1910: not the address, the year it was built. Light from the motorcycle shop next door spilled onto the sidewalk. I stopped in front of its window, blowing into my clenched hands for warmth and admiring a baby-blue Harley. I'd never ride one — they were way too dangerous. But they sure were pretty.

"Got it," Adele trilled. The paneled, wood door snicked open. "Isn't the door marvelous? I considered updating it, but I love its shabby-chic feel."

I followed her inside, and she flipped a switch. Above, a fluorescent lamp flickered to life. The Chicken Shack had been stripped to its concrete floor. Translucent sheets of plastic covered part of one wall, and they rustled in the draft. Shivering, I jammed my hands in the pockets of my frayed, gray pea coat. I should have brought a hat. It was colder inside than outside.

Adele tugged me to the front corner of the room. "I'm going to build bay windows over here. And the counter will go there." She pulled out her drawing and frowned at it. "There will be white-painted shelves behind the counter with teas and tea accessories for sale. Probably some houseplants as well, because plants warm a room. I'm going to close the connecting wall to the Paranormal Museum, build more shelves over there…" She pointed to the plastic sheeting and faltered.

Dutifully, I turned in that direction.

One corner of the plastic fluttered back like a tent opening. Beneath it a woman lay sprawled, her face angled away, her blond hair a golden tangle. A dark pool of blood stained the concrete floor.
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Other titles by Kirsten Weiss:

Of Mice and Mechanicals	Steam and Sensibility	Twelve Hours Later	The Hermetic Detective	The Hoodoo Detective

The Elemental Detective	The Infernal Detective	The Shamanic Detective	The Alchemical Detective	The Metaphysical Detective