Pumpkin Spice & Poltergeist (Maple Hollow, #1)

by Ali K. Mulford

Summoning the ghost of my ex-girlfriend on the anniversary of our breakup wasn’t one of them. Yet here I was, drunk at three a.m. in a circle of salt.

Had she been relegated to an immortality of wearing the lesbian staple outfit of chunky shoes and cargo pants?

“This is the gayest thing we’ve ever done, by the way,” she said. “Summoning me from the afterlife to have one more long talk about our feelings.”

When she looked at me like that, she made me feel like I was something special, something just as magical as she was.

was like I’d spent my whole life staring at the moon and she’d walked in with all of her sunshine. Now I was constantly seeking out her warmth, constantly turning toward the sun.