Midlife is madness and the crisis is expensive … to my sanity.
Just when I think everything is calming down, it ramps back up to eleven. On what should be one of the happiest and most romantic days of my life, the unthinkable happens.
The ghosts I’d so kindly guided into the Light showed up on my front porch, including my dead husband.
Something or someone is messing with the balance and if it’s not remedied, the Darkness will destroy the world.
I really don’t have time for that crap.
With the love of my Immortal life and my batsh*t crazy friends by my side, I’ll take on the Higher Power and show It a thing or two; like what true faith means. No one is going to play life and death games with me. If they do … they’ll lose.
Wish me luck, because this time next week, I plan to be having the time of my midlife.
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, and paranormal 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 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
