Hi y’all. I’m Holly Davis. I’m tickled pink you want to hear about my typical day. Maybe one day you’ll make it down to Louisiana to stay at my B&B and see for yourself how I spend my days.

If you do, I’ll greet you with a smile as you join me on the veranda. I’ll serve you a mint julep in a silver julep cup that has been in my family for generations.

As the bourbon in the mint julep works its magic, you’ll barely notice the chill of another kind of spirit. You see, Holly Grove has a history. Her spirit is in the breeze on her balconies, the worn groves on cypress stairs, the flicker of a gasolier, and the scent of magnolias. But mostly she lives through me, the last in the direct line of the Holly family.

There’s a bit of baggage that comes with my family tree though. I have nose for trouble. It’s genic. No, really. Everyone in Delta Ridge believes it. When you live in a town so small one caution light handles the traffic flow, folks know you and all your kin through the generations. Fortunately, after all that experience with trouble, I know how to handle it. Usually.

Until I married trouble. . . Have you ever heard a woman going through a divorce say, It would have been easier if he’d just died? Thought it? Said it?

Don’t! It’s worse than saying Beetlejuice.

Whew! It makes me sweat just thinking about that day.

My cheatin’ husband deserved to choke on his divorce papers and spend eternity roasting in Hades after he nearly bankrupted my beloved B&B. I was half right when he turned up dead, but dead wrong when I accidently called him back from the grave.

If you think divorce is tough, imagine rooming with your ex—for life. Mercy!

Until that happened, I didn’t see dead people or solve crimes. Southern hospitality was my thing. Still is. . .

When night falls, the sky fills with a canvas stars only seen far from city life. After a dinner of Southern fried deliciousness, you’ll amble to your room and find crisp sheets folded back and a homemade praline in a wax paper pouch on your pillow. You may dismiss the creaks and groans as old house sounds or think your dreams are the result of too much dinner, but you’ll know something isn’t right.

Other than indoor plumbing and electricity, Holly Grove is frozen in 1855. That’s what my guests come to experience.

I give them what they want, but sometimes they get what they deserve.

And some guests check in but never check out without my help.


You can read more about Holly in Better Dead, the first book in the NEW “B&B Spirits” mystery series, coming December 26, 2017.

As the owner of a charming Louisiana bed and breakfast, Holly Davis believes in Southern hospitality—but she draws the line at welcoming the ghost of her cheating husband . . .

Burl Davis checked out of this life a little earlier than expected—before Holly could serve him with divorce papers over his extramarital flings. Unfortunately, it was not before he nearly bankrupted her beloved B&B, Holly Grove, a converted plantation that has been in her family for generations. Holly would never wish anyone dead, but three months later she’s feeling a lot more relief than grief.

Until Burl’s ghost appears as an unwelcome guest. Before his spirit can move on, her not-so-dearly departed needs Holly’s human help to bust up the drug smuggling ring he was involved with. She has reservations, to say the least, but agrees to assist him if he’ll make a show of haunting the B&B to draw in visitors. But when Holly’s former love, Jack McCann, mysteriously resurfaces in town and checks in, she has to wonder if her B&B is big enough for the ghost of her husband and the very real physical presence of her old flame . . .

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Meet the author
Pamela Kopfler is a novelist, Southern-fried and sassy. She writes award-winning humorous mysteries with a kick of Southern sass. Her debut novel, Better Dead, is the first in her B&B Spirits Mystery series, to be followed by Downright Dead, and Hog Wild Dead. (Kensington Books) She is a four-time Golden Heart® finalist and a Daphne du Maurier award winner.

She can stir up a roux, mix a cocktail, and loves swapping stories. Putting words on the page keeps her alligator mouth from overloading her hummingbird heinie in real life. She marks her time on earth by the lives of the dogs she has loved who often show up in her stories.

Pamela lives in South Louisiana where the spirits are restless, the food is spicy, and the living is divine.

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