Sixteen-year-old Mélodie doesn't remember her own name. She doesn't remember her life, her family, or how she ended up dead in the woods outside Paris. What she does remember is this: boredom is worse than death.

Since her cousin Marie - a brilliant, blue-blooded genius with an IQ nobody quite believes - helped solve the mystery of her murder, Mélodie has found a new purpose: haunting the halls of Clairvoyantes & Associates, the private detective agency Marie runs out of the family manor in Normandy, alongside Madeleine, their warm and wonderfully scattered resident medium, and Violette, their painfully precise, newly pregnant accountant.

Business is slow. Boring, even - until Madeleine's cards start spelling out blood, flashing lights, and Christmas ornaments.

As the countdown to Christmas begins, so does a killer's. One by one, victims turn up marked with a single rolled scrap of paper and a number climbing steadily toward a deadline no one can predict. Marie's fiancé Mathieu, Commandant of the Rouen Criminal Investigation Division, and his second, Sandro, race to connect the dots before the next name is crossed off - while Mélodie glides between crime scenes and cemeteries, annoying the dead as thoroughly as the living, determined to find the one clue everyone else has missed.

Between a mischievous ghost with a grudge, a genius cousin who turns up exactly when needed, a squirrel at war with the family dog, and a killer whose obsession with Christmas ornaments hides something far darker, Clairvoyantes & Associates has never faced a case quite like this one.

Equal parts paranormal mystery, family comedy, and Christmas ghost story with teeth, Christmas Ornaments is the wickedly funny, surprisingly tender sequel to The Taste of Blood - a holiday mystery with a body count, a houseful of ghosts, and a great deal of heart.