Honeymoons are supposed to about love and spending quality time together, but don’t tell that to psychic P.I. Piper Ashwell. When she doesn’t have her nose in a book, ignoring the fact that she and her new husband, Mitchell Brennan, are literally in paradise, she’s busy sensing something is off about the resort.
Piper is convinced someone was murdered on the beach in the exact lounge chair she’s been occupying for the past day and a half. The problem is there’s no evidence of foul play—only Piper’s muddled visions. But with a killer on the loose, Piper can’t afford to dismiss any feelings.
Can she find the body, catch the killer, and enjoy her honeymoon before the week is over?