Nothing says small-town charm like a neighborhood Christmas party-unless the guest of honor has been murdered and the primary suspect is the party planner's father.
"Please help me, I'm dying." As new-client voicemails go, this one's a doozy and Addy Winters is quick to respond. The request, an after-death Christmas party for the neighbors on Johanna Meyers' block, is totally in Addy's party planner wheelhouse.
Two small problems: Johanna's imminent demise has been predicted by a psychic, not a doctor, and she wants to give away her house as a door prize. Addy feels sorry for the reclusive, lonely, and apparently delusional woman and plays along, fully planning to refund the deposit when Christmas rolls around and Johanna is still alive. What could possibly go wrong?
But then Johanna is murdered right on the psychic's schedule and Rich, Addy's grifter father, vanishes without a trace. Turns out he's managed to find his way not only into the dead woman's bed but also into her freshly written will. He's got motive, means, and opportunity and now there's a warrant out for his arrest.
Addy dives headlong into a tangle of psychic predictions, romantic complications, and one very messy family reunion. With Christmas only days away it will take all of her ingenuity and party planning mojo to find her father, fulfil Johanna's dying wish, and unmask the killer.
