If you've been looking for a quick sexy read with some ghosts and murderous villains to make things interesting, this is it!
P.S. Each book in my Midlife Goddess series is written as a standalone.
When I woke up, I had turned forty without remembering being thirty-nine.
My ex is still with the nubile itch he left me for, and my new boss turned out to be the doctor responsible for making her melons permanently perky and, um, sweet.
Also, I can see ghosts now, and the newest bogey in the block is demanding justice from her murderer...who may or may not be the gorgeous guy next door...I've just had a one-morning stand with.
Midlife crises are supposed to be all about fear of loneliness and boredom, so how is it that my life got crazy good (and bad) when I joined the forty-and-up club?