Scouting for a "must be chilly/must be spooky" medieval castle in Prague to use as the background for a musical film based on a Gothic novel is, to quote Gershwin, "nice work if you can get it." Dancer Abby Fouchet, acting as location scout for film company Headlights Productions has "got" it. She's also got her soap star fiance playing wannabe burglar, a psychic with more costumes than a Broadway touring company, assorted film divas and grave-robbers popping up around Kouzlo Noc, Abby's choice for the atmospherically creepy castle. Then there's the ghost. Ignatz Jezek, flautist and craftsman...

A quartet of short stories set in Texas, including Treasures: A Mystery; Labor Day/Ladies Night: A Chick-lit Romance in "unusual" circumstance; Wilkinson Roses: A ghostly fairy tale - and Center Floor: A Memoir

Previously published as "Ghost of a Chance." When dancer Kiely Davlin receives a frantic call from her best friend, director Lida Rose Worthington asking her to head to Texas to choreograph the 100th anniversary of melodrama Bad Business on the Brazos, Kiely knows there's trouble ahead. She's right. Temperamental performers are one thing. But murder and the ghost of the last man to play the villain in Bad Business fifty years earlier might just send Kiely back to Manhattan - or into an early grave.

Scoundrels, sinners and slayers vie for the cursed statue of the goddess Saraswati, aka Shiva's Diva, held by American linguist Tempe Walsh. Tempe is forced on the run with Irish adventurer Brig O'Brien inside a Bollywood studio filled with performing elephants, snakes and a carnival of characters trying to out-diva the goddess herself.

I inherited my name, Abby, my height (5'2"), and the gift of second sight from my great-grandmother, Abigail Dumas. Precognition hasn't stopped me from falling for "soap" star Johnny Gerard, or keeping the two of us from being hounded by mobsters, lawyers, contract killers, and loony daytime drama fans. Johnny and I are rehearsing for a new Broadway musical. But, if my latest vision comes true, we won't live long enough to hear the overture from the orchestra. Where's Granny Abigail when I need her?