Grave Magic Bounty
Over forty. Divorced. Rocking a little revenge against the Ex. A dash of magic and things are suddenly looking up. Even if you do you have to cross your legs when you sneeze. 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 forty-one, 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. So 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.
Delivery weight: 0.44 kg