Dead Girls Are Easy (Nicki Styx, Book 1)

387 Pages·2007·0.9 MB·English

by  Terri Garey

TERRI GAREY
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AARREE

EASY
For Bob, who believed from the beginning,
for Sheila-Rae, who believed when I didn’t,
and for my mother, Louise,
who believed in ghosts,
and believed in me.
Contents

CHAPTER 1
“She’s coding. Give me another round of
epi, stat.” 1
CHAPTER 2
“Ech-can you believe that woman? As if
my Morty would … 22
CHAPTER 3
The Vortex is a well-known hangout down
in the Atlanta… 44
CHAPTER 4
“Married.” 60
CHAPTER 5
What the hell was a “duppy”? Or
a “mambo”? 82
CHAPTER 6
“I need your help.” 97
CHAPTER 7
“What the hell are you talking about?” 113
CHAPTER 8
“Tell me that’s not what I think it is.” 136
CHAPTER 9
“Don’t worry about the store,
Evan—Jason and Heather have it… 159
CHAPTER 10
Granny Julep was waiting for me the
next morning. 173
CHAPTER 11
Nothing happened. 191
CHAPTER 12
“So let me get this straight.” 202
CHAPTER 13
“You got a phone call while you were
at lunch.” 218
CHAPTER 14
What Joe lacked in technique, he made
up for in… 234
CHAPTER 15
As close as Evan and I were, and as close… 250
CHAPTER 16
As usual, whenever something signifi cant
happened in my life, I… 274
CHAPTER 17
A half hour later I was in the extremely
upscale… 287
CHAPTER 18
“Man, it’s good to be home.” 306
CHAPTER 19
We were almost too late. One look at
Granny Julep’s… 328
CHAPTER 20
Home improvement stores have
everything. 335
CHAPTER 21
The afternoon sun filtered through the
blinds, casting slanted shadows… 356
CHAPTER 22
Ivy was wearing Chanel today, a
gorgeous hot pink suit… 365
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Whoever said, “Dead men tell no tales,” obviously
wasn’t listening very hard.
Unfortunately for me, I’ve always had a very
good ear.
And dead men love to talk. A lot.
But dead women are the worst.
My name is Nicki Styx, and I’m a dead chick
magnet. A psychic magnet, if you will. One near
death experience, and my life was changed forever.
Now restless spirits seem to sense a kindred one in
me, and they all want to tell me their stories.
Believe me, those stories aren’t always as fasci-
nating as you might think. When a girl who’s been
murdered by her boyfriend wants to whine about
how misunderstood the jerk is, I’ll take my coffee
to go, please.