Cats of Connecticut

PART I
My name is Cecily and I love being part of the Decker legacy. The job at my family's funeral home is to die for and working with the souls of the dead is like performing therapy for the recently deceased. At least until this one night when a run of the mill seance goes to pieces. The problem is that the deceased claims that he was murdered. Now it's up to me, the dead guy, and the dead guy's best friend Logan Pierce to dig up the truth. The problem is that I'm kind of falling for Logan and it's starting to get a little awkward since his dead buddy is determined to make a love triangle that pretty much defies the laws of nature.

PART II
Being the oldest in a family like mine means forever reminding my younger siblings that they need to at least pretend to be serious about their job no matter how ridiculous it might seem. Yes. Decker's talk to the dead and turn into cats, but that does not reduce the need for professionalism. I'm Agnes. I'm the one stuck with helping the spirits of people who died by violent means. I thought that was my big lifetime task until I met the nephew of our dead neighbor. He claims to be looking for his uncle's will. Then William Hayes gets involved and I'm pretty sure this party is too crowded. Of course, that was before I realized that William Hayes is actually a gifted clairvoyant hiding a huge secret about my identity. Yep. My life just got a whole lot weirder. As if I ever thought that was possible.

PART III
I'm really not sure what to tell poor Ryan Goring. My name is Lilly Decker and I communicate with the dead. But Ryan's grandfather isn't dead yet. The guy is in a nursing home, not a funeral home. Grandpa Joe is convinced that both his dead friends and the ones who are still alive are trying to tell him something about the recent string of deaths in the nursing home. How this is connected to Ryan's recent troubles with his job at the country club doesn't make a darned bit of sense. You kind of have to wonder if the old man isn't out of his mind. But then, I'm the one claiming to see dead spirits because I can turn into a cat. Who am I to judge?

PART IV
I'm getting a bit sick and tired of all the recent shenanigans in my family funeral home. My name is Molly. I'm a Decker and yeah, I can turn into a cat. When a ghostly apparition starts frightening the ghosts already living inside the funeral home, I'm the one who decided that it's time to put my foot down about rude guests. We just can't be letting people bring random ghosts with them to our funeral home. It's too crowded by half. That's when I decided to confront Seamus Findlay about a ghostly woman clinging to his arm. And that is when I discovered Portia Findlay. This sordid tale is straight out of a sappy made for television movie about a man tormented by his long dead wife and unable to move on. Seriously though, Portia refuses to move on and I think it's time for a little intervention.

PART V
I never asked to be born to a family of shapeshifters. As the youngest of five and the only boy, it sometimes feels as though my world is nothing but cat fights and lace frills. But there's more to it than that. My sisters don't realize that the balance is upside down. They don't get what it's doing to the ether and to the ghosts themselves. After all, it's my problem. Unfortunately, I can't fix this by myself. I need the help of the one person I really hoped to put behind me. Sadie Newton and I used to be lovers. Now I'm starting to realize that Sadie is more than just a weekend fling. But to fix that relationship and mend the rift in the fabric of the ether, I'm going to have to prove that I'm the man of the house regardless of my cute and fluffy kitty cat status.


Genre: Paranormal Romance