One day, I'm married, living in Seattle, and magic isn't real. The next, I'm divorced and living in the guest room of my ex's hotter-than-sin cousin's place in Savannah and talking to an animated skeleton named Robert.

I have to admit, Robert isn't my worst date. At 41, I didn't think I'd be starting over. But I'll be damned if my ex thinks I'm down and out because he pulled a fast one on me.

When a job comes my way that offers me a chance to use my childhood training in the shadow world, I take it. I need the money more than I care about my sanity.

It's dangerous. I have to embrace the magic and dark of my past. And I need Advil to keep me going.

But those who'd hold me back better sit up and take notice because a new woman is in town, and she's not about to be counted out by anyone. Even if she does groan when she rolls out of bed in the morning.

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!