Who am I kidding? The Grim Reaper is very hot-like a freaking pre-menopausal hot flash hot. The Angels are frightening and the Demons are hot. What I’d known to be true has turned out to be myth. No one is who they seem to be… and to be honest, neither am I. I mean, how idiotic does one have to be to get dumped by a dude who lives in Hell? Going about business as usual is not usual in any way. Never thought I’d date the Grim Reaper and that I would be the one to blow it. Thank God for superglue and a strong stomach. Crisis included.Never knew that life after death was far more dangerous than real life.Never in my forty years did I think my new normal would be gluing body parts back onto ghosts and hosting a houseful of dead squatters. What could possibly go wrong? Everything, apparently.Īll in all, it’s shaping up to be a wonderful midlife crisis… Read MoreĪ Paranormal Women's Fiction with a bit of class, and a lot of sass, for anyone who feels like age is just a number!Midlife’s a journey. I have wine, good friends, and an industrial sized box of superglue. My BFF is thrilled with her new frozen face, thanks to her plastic surgeon, her alimony check, and the miracle of Botox.Īnd then there’s the little conundrum that I’m becoming way too attached to my ghostly squatters… Like Cher, I'd like to turn back time. To add to the heap of trouble, there’s a new dangerously smokin’ hot lawyer at the firm who won't stop giving me the eye. I think they need my help, but since I don’t speak dead, we’re having a few issues. Gluing body parts onto semi-transparent people has become a side job-deceased people I’m not even sure are actually there. Gram is in the nursing home, and dead people think my home is some kind of supernatural bed and breakfast. I’d honestly love to know who ’they’ are and rip them a new one. One year later, I’m a widow. But as they say, all good things come to an end. My grandma, who raised me, was still healthy, and life was pretty damned good. I had a body that worked without creaking. A Paranormal Women's Fiction with a bit of class, and a lot of sass, for anyone who feels like age is just a number!Whoever said life begins at forty must have been heavily medicated, drunk, or delusional.
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