Praise for Rose Pressey and her delightful
HAUNTED VINTAGE
mysteries
“Rose Pressey’s books are fun!”
—New York Times best-selling
author Janet Evanovich
IF YOU’VE GOT IT, HAUNT IT
“A delightful protagonist, intriguing twists,
and a fashionista ghost combine
in a hauntingly fun tale.
Definitely haute couture.”
—New York Times best-selling
author Carolyn Hart
“If you’re a fan of vintage clothing and
quirky ghosts, Rose Pressey’s If You’ve Got It,
Haunt It will ignite your passion for fashion
and pique your otherworldly interest.
Wind Song, the enigmatic cat, adds
another charming layer to the mystery.”
—New York Times best-selling
author Denise Swanson
“If You’ve Got It, Haunt It is a stylish mystery
full of vintage fashions and modern flair,
with a dash of Rose Pressey’s trademark
paranormal wit for that final touch of
panache. Chic and quirky heroine
Cookie Chanel and a supporting cast of
small-town Southern characters are sure to
charm lovers of high fashion and
murderous hi-jinks alike.”
—New York Times and USA Today
best-selling author Jennie Bentley
“Absolutely delightful! Prolific author
Rose Pressey has penned a delightful mystery
full of Southern charm, vintage fashion tips,
a ghostly presence, and a puzzler of a mystery.
With snappy dialogue and well-drawn
characters in a lovely small-town setting,
this thoroughly engaging story has it all.”
—New York Times best-selling
author Jenn McKinlay
“Fun, fast-paced, and fashionable,
If You’ve Got It, Haunt It is the first in
Rose Pressey’s appealing new mystery series
featuring clever vintage-clothing expert
Cookie Chanel. A charming Southern setting,
an intriguing murder, a stylish ghost,
a tarot-reading cat, and a truly delectable
detective combine to make Ms. Pressey’s new
Haunted Vintage series a sheer delight.”
—New York Times best-selling
author Kate Carlisle
“Prolific mystery author Pressey launches a
cozy alternative to Terri Garey’s ‘Nicki Styx’
series with an appealing protagonist who is
as sweet as a Southern accent. The designer
name-dropping and shopping tips from
—Library Journal
IF THE HAUNTING FITS, WEAR IT
“Cookie Chanel must investigate the
horse-racing community to find a killer. . . .
After Haunted Is Always in Fashion, Pressey’s
fifth amusing paranormal cozy is filled with
quirky characters and fashion, along with a
few ghosts. Fans of Juliet Blackwell’s
‘Witchcraft’ mysteries may enjoy the
vintage clothing references. Suggest also
for fans of Tonya Kappes.”
—Library Journal
“Haunted by three ghosts, a young woman
searches for a jockey’s murderer at
the Kentucky Derby.”
—Kirkus Reviews
HAUNT COUTURE AND GHOSTS GALORE
“It was a pleasure to read. I listened to this one,
and I’m so glad I did. The novel is narrated by
Tara Ochs. She does a fine job of narrating,
keeping up the pace and differentiating voices
well. The story moved right along. If you have a
chance to listen, I recommend it with this one.”
—Jaquo.com (on the audio edition)
Also by Rose Pressey
THE HAUNTED VINTAGE MYSTERY SERIES
If You’ve Got It, Haunt It
All Dressed Up and No Place to Haunt
Haunt Couture and Ghosts Galore
Haunted Is Always in Fashion
If the Haunting Fits, Wear It
Available from Kensington Publishing Corp.
A Passion for Haunted Fashion
A HAUNTED VINTAGE MYSTERY
Rose Pressey
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Table of Contents
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Title Page
Copyright Page
Dedication
Chapter 1 - Charlotte’s Tips for a Fabulous Afterlife
Chapter 2 - Cookie’s Savvy Tips for Vintage Shopping
Chapter 3 - Charlotte’s Tips for a Fabulous Afterlife
Chapter 4 - Cookie’s Savvy Tips for Vintage Shopping
Chapter 5 - Charlotte’s Tips for a Fabulous Afterlife
Chapter 6 - Cookie’s Savvy Tips for Vintage Shopping
Chapter 7 - Charlotte’s Tips for a Fabulous Afterlife
Chapter 8 - Cookie’s Savvy Tips for Vintage Shopping
Chapter 9 - Charlotte’s Tips for a Fabulous Afterlife
Chapter 10 - Cookie’s Savvy Tips for Vintage Shopping
Chapter 11 - Charlotte’s Tips for a Fabulous Afterlife
Chapter 12 - Cookie’s Savvy Tips for Vintage Shopping
Chapter 13 - Charlotte’s Tips for a Fabulous Afterlife
Chapter 14 - Cookie’s Savvy Tips for Vintage Clothing Shopping
Chapter 15 - Charlotte’s Tips for a Fabulous Afterlife
Chapter 16 - Cookie’s Savvy Tips for Vintage Shopping
Chapter 17 - Charlotte’s Tips for a Fabulous Afterlife
Chapter 18 - Cookie’s Savvy Tips for Vintage Shopping
Chapter 19 - Charlotte’s Tips for a Fabulous Afterlife
Chapter 20 - Cookie’s Savvy Tips for Vintage Clothing Shopping
Chapter 21 - Charlotte’s Tips for a Fabulous Afterlife
Chapter 22 - Cookie’s Savvy Tips for Vintage Clothing Shopping
Chapter 23 - Charlotte’s Tips for a Fabulous Afterlife
Chapter 24 - Cookie’s Savvy Tips for Vintage Clothing Shopping
Chapter 25 - Charlotte’s Tips for a Fabulous Afterlife
Chapter 26 - Cookie’s Savvy Tips for Vintage Clothing Shopping
COOKIE CHANEL’S STRATEGY for VINTAGE SHOPPING ON A BUDGET
GRANDMA PEARL’S ADVICE for CATS
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
Teaser chapter
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
KENSINGTON BOOKS are published by
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Copyright © 2018 Rose Pressey
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une 2018
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To my son, the kindest, most wonderful person
I’ve ever known.
He motivates me every day.
He’s the love of my life.
Chapter 1
Charlotte’s Tips for a Fabulous Afterlife
Just because someone wants to talk with you
doesn’t mean you have to speak with them.
Ghosts are cool. Of course people want to
communicate with a ghost.
There were rumors that Sugar Creek Theater was haunted. I’d never given much thought to ghosts until they started talking to me. Most of the lights had stopped working in the basement of the building years ago. Fixing them wasn’t a top priority for management. Against my better judgment, I headed toward the costume room. It was located down in the dungeon. At least that was what I called the space. The floorboards creaked with every step I took. Every time I came down here I felt as if someone watched my every move. That was why I hadn’t come alone today.
I’d brought a ghost with me. Charlotte Meadows wouldn’t miss out on tagging along. She was bossy and loved telling me what to do. Charlotte had been with me for a while now. Ever since I’d found her at an estate sale. She’d been attached to her clothing. We’d been through a lot together in a short amount of time. Now she refused to move on from this dimension.
“Cookie, don’t forget to put Heather in bright colors. She’s always so blah.” The gold bangles clanged together as Charlotte talked with her hands.
“I’m glad Heather can’t hear you say that.”
Charlotte eased down the hallway beside me. She watched every step she took in her black four-inch Christian Louboutin heels, as if she thought she might take a wrong step on the old floor.
“Charlotte, it’s okay if you fall . . . you’re already dead. What can it hurt?”
“Why do you insist on reminding me of that every day?” Charlotte asked.
“It’s just a fact,” I said.
“Besides, it could hurt my ego,” she said.
As usual, Charlotte’s chestnut-colored hair fell to her shoulders in perfect waves, as if she’d just stepped out of a salon. Her makeup was photograph ready and her white Chanel blouse and black Louis Vuitton skirt were the latest off the runway. Charlotte knew fashion, no matter if she was dead. She didn’t go for vintage like me though.
We continued down the hallway. Footsteps sounded from behind me. A cold breeze drifted across my skin.
“Charlotte, stop goofing around. I’ve noticed your shoes. There’s no reason to exaggerate your footsteps.”
“That’s not me,” she whispered.
I froze. If the sound hadn’t come from Charlotte’s feet, then who was making the noise? I eased around, completely expecting to see someone else behind us. No one was there.
“This place really is haunted. I don’t like ghosts.” Charlotte rubbed her arms, as if fighting off the goose bumps.
That was hilarious considering Charlotte was a specter. I refrained from reminding her of that once again.
At the end of the hallway was the room reserved for all the costumes. Racks and racks of vintage clothing, handmade costumes, and various props filled the space. Immediately upon entering the area the sense that someone was watching fell over me again.
“Why did they stick you down here in this creepy space? There are no windows. One of these nights they will forget you’re down here and lock you in.”
“Thanks, Charlotte, as if I wasn’t scared enough already.”
Soon the spookiness was forgotten as I sorted through the clothing. Vintage always made me feel better and eased my troubles. Clothing from bygone days was my thing. I owned a boutique in Sugar Creek, Georgia, called It’s Vintage Y’all. When I got my hands on a 1950s hoop skirt or a 1940s party dress, all my stress oozed away. A gorgeous Dior cocktail dress and all my troubles vanished. Anything Chanel made my heart go pitty-pat. Considering my name is Cookie Chanel, I suppose that was fitting. As a child when I ate an entire package of cookies, my grandma Pearl gave me the Cookie nickname. The moniker fit so well with Chanel that it stuck.
Charlotte sat on an old trunk in the corner of the room. “What do you need for the costume? Let’s get this going so we can get out of here.”
“You know, Charlotte, you didn’t have to come down here.” I pulled out a bright fuchsia and black floral print dress and examined it.
With spaghetti straps, a full skirt, and fitted waist, the cut and fabric would be fabulous on my best friend Heather Sweet. The director had put me in charge of costumes for Sugar Creek Theater’s production of Cat on a Hot Tin Roof. Heather had the role of Maggie.
“I can’t leave you alone down here. What if a ghost gets you?” Charlotte studied her red polished fingernails.
She didn’t seem all that concerned.
“I suppose I’ll talk to the ghost just like I do with you,” I said.
Charlotte pinned me with a frosty stare. “You just had to get in the fact that I’m dead, didn’t you?”
I moved away from the rack and closer to Charlotte. “I’m just sayin’ . . .”
She jumped up from the trunk. “Pick out a dress and let’s get a move on. How about that one?”
“Which one?” I asked.
Charlotte gestured with a flick of her wrist. “The one that looks like the dress you’re wearing.”
I pulled the frock from the rack. The fabric was similar to the dress I’d worn today. The butterflies on the fabric were smaller than the ones on mine. The colors were the same hues of lilac and yellow. The V-neck bodice had a nipped waist, and the skirt was full in a tea length.
I placed it back on the stand. “Heather already has a dress with these colors.”
Charlotte massaged her temples, as if ghosts could really have headaches. “Just pick something already.”
“What’s in that trunk?” I pointed.
“How should I know?” Charlotte said.
I reached down and examined the latch. “It’s not locked.”
“That’s not an invitation to open it. There’s probably a mouse in there.”
Just in case Charlotte was right about the vermin, I eased the lid open. So far no rodents. However, I’d found some seriously fabulous vintage clothing. Who left these wonderful pieces? A 1950s fitted black cocktail dress with a low back. A 1940s sleeveless sweater in a gorgeous cream color. Everything was from the 1950s with the exception of a few pieces from the 1940s.
“Is that cashmere?” Charlotte leaned closer.
Now Charlotte was interested.
“Did you see this trunk yesterday?” I asked.
Charlotte tapped her foot against the dinged-up floor. “With all this junk, how would I remember? Now let’s go.”
“I think that dress is beautiful.” The female voice carried across the room.
I jumped, tossing the dress in the air. When I spun around I saw the young woman standing over by the door. She was probably about five years younger than me, around twenty-five. She had brown hair cut into a bob with bouncy curls that framed her round face. Her mint-colored dress looked like it had been made in the 1950s. A large bow adorned the neckline, and the fitted waist flowed into a gathered full skirt. I was almost sure the dress had been handmade by a talented seamstress. Maybe my style was having an influence on people around town. Where had she come from? It was as if she’d appeared out of nowhere.
“The trunk belongs to me,” she said. “I’ve been stuck in this building for years.”
Oh no. Another ghost?
Chapter 2
Cookie’s Savvy Tips for Vintage Shopping
Don’t shop when you’re hungry, tired,
or otherwise in a bad mood.
Your purchase might be influenced by these emotions.
Have a clear head for your purchases.
“Who are you?” I asked.
“My name is Peggy Page.
”
“Why does every ghost from here to Saint Augustine and back insist on sparking up a conversation with you?” Charlotte sashayed over to the young girl.
“I would think you would have an answer for that, Charlotte,” I said.
“Why are you here?” Peggy asked.
I could ask the same of her. She didn’t seem intimidated by Charlotte one bit. That was impressive.
“I’m here to style costumes for the actors in the upcoming play.” I gestured across the room with a wave of my arm.
Her eyes lit up. “Oh, what’s the play?”
“Cat on a Hot Tin Roof,” I said.
“Never heard of it,” she said.
Charlotte and I exchanged a look.
“If you don’t mind I have to ask, how long have you been here?”
Charlotte and I stared intently, waiting for the answer.
“What year is it?” Peggy asked.
Charlotte pointed at the calendar on the wall by the sewing machine.
Peggy’s eyes widened. “That long? Why haven’t I seen that calendar before? That’s a long time.”
“How long is a long time?” I asked.
She didn’t answer, but changed the subject. “I see fashion hasn’t changed all that much.” She eyed me up and down.
Charlotte moved over beside me again. Her gaze traveled the length of my body, as if she was seeing me for the first time. She pursed her lips together and said, “Oh, it’s changed. Cookie just refuses to give up on the past.”