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.
Thirty-nine was a fantastic year. I was married to the man I loved. I had a body that worked without creaking. My grandma, who raised me, was still healthy, and life was pretty damned good.
But as they say, all good things come to an end. I’d honestly love to know who ’they’ are and rip them a new one.
One year later, I’m a widow. My joints are starting to ache. Gram is in the nursing home, and dead people think my home is some kind of supernatural bed and breakfast. Gluing body parts onto semi-transparent people has become a side job—deceased people I’m not even sure are actually there. I think they need my help, but since I don’t speak dead, we’re having a few issues.
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. My BFF is
thrilled with her new frozen face, thanks to her plastic surgeon, her alimony check, and the miracle of Botox. And 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. Now.
No can do.
Whatever. I have wine, good friends, and an industrial sized box of superglue. What could possibly go wrong?
All in all, it’s shaping up to be a wonderful midlife crisis…
Review by Twinsie Kelly
This is a fun and quirky story about Daisy’s midlife crisis. Here she is tooling along in life and suddenly becomes a widow..that’s not the funny part, I promise. Things go haywire at her job and now she sees dead people. OMG, how sixth sense is that?! Her grandmother tries to explain things but Daisy finds herself fumbling along trying to figure out what it is she is supposed to be doing. These ghosts won’t go away, their parts are falling off and she is gluing them back on, she can’t get any work done, and she has an amazingly sexy man that keeps pushing himself into her life. Oh, but wait! There’s more! We find out some secrets about her husband too! This book is a riot! “Midlife was more than a series of crises. It was a freaking destination, and the ride was seriously bumpy.” While some of it was a bit corny, it was seriously funny and definitely heart-warming. I really needed a pick me up and something different from the usual paranormal romance-y type stuff. This was just what I needed. Bravo, Robyn! I look forward to continuing this journey!
NYT and USA Today best selling author, Robyn Peterman writes because the people inside her head won’t leave her alone until she gives them life on paper. She writes snarky, sexy, funny paranormal and snarky, sexy, funny contemporaries.
Her addictions include laughing really hard with friends, shoes (the expensive kind), Target, Coke with extra ice in a Yeti cup, bejeweled reading glasses, her kids, her super-hot hubby and collecting stray animals.
A former professional actress, with Broadway, film and T.V. credits, she now lives in the south with her family and too many animals to count. Writing gives her peace and makes her whole, plus having a job where she can work in her sweatpants works really well for her.