One more deadly romantic comedy. Meet Mitzi, Molly, and Marla-three sisters, southern-fried born-and-bred, and the ghosts who love them. Marla Newberry has no interest in dating someone local. She much prefers midnight runs to a biker bar in Shreveport. Cooter Haines, drummer for a Grateful Dead tribute band called Skull Bone, owns the biker bar called The Deadhead. He also happens to be the only guy who can curl her toes like a sprung guitar string. And while she enjoys surrendering to his toe-curling on occasion, she's not interested in bringing the long-haired drummer home to daddy--until the night Cooter tells her he loves her, and then comes up missing. That Saturday night, a rival drummer makes a deal with the devil (aka the Skull Bone's manager) and steals the drummer job away from Cooter. Cooter angrily speeds off on his bike and doesn't return. Marla smells a rat. Later, she wakes up to find a ghostly Cooter sitting at the foot of her bed. Dead isn't so great, he tells her, and those rumors about Southern Rock bands jamming in Heaven? He's seen no evidence. Plus, he's pretty sure someone jacked up something on his Harley making him roll the bike. He needs her help to find out who wanted him dead. But is Cooter really dead, or was Marla only dreaming? And days later, where is he? Can she and her sisters solve this final mystery of the men in their lives, and the ghosts(?) who love them? Read less