A Jingle Bell Mingle (Christmas Notch Book 3)

by Julie Murphy

The real ghost of this mansion was Sunny Palmer, strewing hair ties and phone chargers and half-empty packs of gum all over the place like some kind of hot, ADHD poltergeist. And I was kind of loving being haunted.

“I guess we have an engagement party to plan,” Isaac said. “As if we don’t have enough to do.” “It’s called productive procrastination,” I told him. “A classic sign of ADHD and my preferred form of amusement. This is going to be even better than the time I threw myself a baby shower when I got Mr. Tumnus!”