Welcome to my midlife. It’s a hot mess. It’s complicated. It’s hilarious. And, if I’m not careful, it’s going to kill me.
The entity in charge of everything—and I mean everything—has lost Its ever-loving mind, and it’s up to me and my nearest and dearest to fix it. This deity is dangerous and out for blood—my daughter’s included.
So, we’re going after it before it comes after us. I’ve called in the troops, and we’re ready to rumble.
My ride-or-die?
Hotter-than-Hades Grim Reaper. Check.
The three people who can potentially defeat the Higher Power?
Daughter who’s six months old but looks twenty. Check.
A human-ish best friend with too much Botox. Check.
Eight-inch magical cannibal. Unfortunately, check.
What could go wrong? I refuse to answer that question. So far, I’ve had a chaotic yet wonderful midlife, thanks to a fair amount of luck. But with end of existence is at stake, it’s going to take more than a semi-charmed kind of life to win.
I’d really like to live the rest of my midlife in peace… not pieces.
New York Times and USA Today bestselling 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. A former professional actress, with Broadway, film, and TV 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.View all by Robyn Peterman
