The past won't stay buried Gabby McAllister doesn’t take calls from Lacey Aniston—not since high school, when Lacey made it her mission to humiliate her at every turn. Now a rising TV reporter with a cutthroat reputation, Lacey is the last person Gabby expects—or wants—to hear from. But when Lacey's younger sister vanishes without a trace, desperation overrides old grudges. She pleads for Gabby’s help. And Gabby—reluctantly—answers. Not because she forgives Lacey. But because her psychic gift doesn’t allow her to walk away from people in need, no matter how much they once ...

A mysterious box. A haunted museum. And a psychic gift that may be fading. Gabby McAllister didn’t find the box because of her visions. She found it because of the dog—nose to the ground, pulling her toward the roadside like something was calling him. What she discovered inside changed everything. A man. Murdered. Stuffed into the box like discarded trash. But it wasn’t the gruesome discovery that haunted Gabby. It was what came after—the visions. Flashes of the man’s final moments, but fragmented, disjointed, and wrong. None of it made sense. None of it fit together. And when ...

Mystery doesn’t take a holiday… and neither does danger. It’s Christmas Eve in River Bend, and psychic Gabby McAllister is looking forward to a quiet celebration with her family and maybe a little warmth from Lucas Hartley—if things stay peaceful for once. But peace is the last thing this holiday has in store. When a wrecked car is found abandoned on a snowy roadside and two children vanish without a trace, Gabby’s visions pull her straight into the heart of a chilling mystery. What starts as a tragic accident quickly spirals into something far darker—and far more urgent. With ...

Is it suicide… or something far more sinister? River Bend is no stranger to tragedy, but lately, something feels different. Too many "accidents." Too many so-called suicides. And too many grieving families left with more questions than answers. Psychic investigator Gabby McAllister is used to dealing with the dead—but this case is different. When she's hired by the family of a young woman whose death was ruled a suicide, Gabby’s visions show her something chilling: This wasn’t self-inflicted. This was murder. As more bodies turn up and the pattern becomes impossible to ignore, Gabby...

I am not a freak, although many people call me that. The night my father was murdered and I was left for dead, I awoke with the ability to "sense" things. Touching things can give me visions, sometimes horrifying, murderous ones. The bones of a murdered woman are unearthed and our safe small town is shaken to its core. Her killer was good at hiding the truth and after decades in the ground, any clues are gone—her murder a complete mystery. The only clues are the ones I can see.