Hey folks! I’m migrating my reviews from Banned Bitches that were originally on thisiswickedfierce.com here, so they aren’t in any sort of uniform format or…

Well, basically this is all just a mess.

Apologies and all my wicked fierce love,
Ginny Lurcock

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When out of work graphic designer Verity Long accidentally traps a ghost on her property, she’s saddled with more than a supernatural sidekick—she gains the ability see spirits. It leads to an offer she can’t refuse from the town’s bad boy, the brother of her ex and the last man she should ever partner with.

Ellis Wyatt is in possession of a stunning historic property haunted by some of Sugarland Tennessee’s finest former citizens. Only some of them are growing restless—and destructive. He hires Verity put an end to the disturbances. But soon Verity learns there’s more to the mysterious estate than floating specters, secret passageways, and hidden rooms.

There’s a modern day mystery afoot, one that hinges on a decades-old murder. Verity isn’t above questioning the living, or the dead. But can she discover the truth before the killer finds her?

Ginny’s thoughts: There is nothing I didn’t like about this book. Nothing. And that’s saying quite a bit as I’m sort of a nit picky bitc… well enough about me…

Southern Spirits starts with Verity feeling very sorry for herself. Normally I loathe this kind of thing, but when you consider the circumstances I cannot blame her. Hell, I almost wanted to crack open a bottle of wine with her and I do not drink wine.

While she’s wallowing, she stumbles across a ghost. Now, up until this point in her life she had not believed in the paranormal, but she warms up to Frankie the German (the ghost of a mobster from the 1920s) quick as you can say Bob’s your Uncle. Again, I loathe that kind of quick acceptance of the paranormal in your average novel… but somehow Ms. Fox makes it work. Is it because Verity is from a small town and I assume that small town folks take things like ghosts in stride? Maybe. More likely voodoo was involved.

I mean, how else can you explain that despite these two things that I normally detest happening right at the start I was immediately sucked in. I practically devoured the book and when I reached the end found myself shouting “no, that can’t be it. There has to be more!!”

Maybe it was the pet skunk …

And while typing that, I literally snorted remembering one of the funnier moments having to do with that pet skunk. It was priceless.

Oh, Southern Spirits was good. I laughed, I cried, I was left wanting more. It’s everything you need and want in a southern tale of ghosts, mystery, and romance. This is one of those books that you really need to read.

Multiple high fives.

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I received a review copy via Netgalley in exchange for my fair and honest review.