Ain't She Sweet

Chelsea Hamblin has a lot going for her. A vintage clothing store she's named Speakeasy. (Adorable) A building she technically owns. (Less adorable once the tenants bailed) A ghost she's named Mimi. (Debatable) And a mother who is absolutely, relentlessly determined to marry her off before she turns into a spinster - which, apparently, starts at thirty, an age several years away.

What Chelsea does not have: money, a plan, or any spider-free square footage above the first floor.

After her cheating ex-husband shows up at her mother's house with a suspiciously unsigned legal document and a weak chin, Chelsea decides the best revenge is success. That means moving into the disastrous apartment above her store; Spider Hell.

She also discovers that the creepy basement still has remnants of the 1920's speakeasy she'd named her store for - complete with an antique Victrola that plays all by itself. She's also trying very hard not to fall for the gorgeous, electrifying contractor who showed up on her doorstep one day carrying three boxes of his ex-girlfriend's clothes and the world's most unexpected kiss.

Then the ghost starts crying. And Chelsea starts wondering: what exactly is Mimi trying to tell her? And could the answer be connected to a decades-old, never solved bank burglary and a fortune in missing money that's supposedly hidden somewhere in her building?

Ain't She Sweet is a witty, warmhearted cozy mystery about a broke-but-determined woman, a loveable cast of family and friends, one surprisingly helpful ghost, and the kind of slow-burn romance that starts with an accidental static shock and only gets more complicated from there.

Because when your building has secrets, your love life has sparks, and your mother has opinions - someone is going to have a very interesting year.

Perfect for fans of cozy mysteries with heart, humor, and just a touch of the paranormal.