To err is human, to end up in the supernatural afterlife in a hot dog suit is divine. When Eloise Worthington drops dead and awakens in the afterlife, she knows she doesn’t belong—mainly because she’s surrounded by a supernatural cocktail of species she never knew existed. Gods, witches, vampires, werewolves—and now Eloise, a middle-aged human more concerned with getting her way than getting out of someone else’s. She quickly learns that this supernatural retirement village isn’t the last stop on the Afterlife Express and villagers can be blinked out of existence, which is exactly what happens to Zeus. Yes, that Zeus. Unfortunately, it appears that Eloise is to blame—or is she? Never one to shy away from a challenge—although her idea of a challenge usually involves tequila and a cartwheel—Eloise sets out to clear her name and, in the process, figure out where she truly belongs. Welcome to Divine Place, because sometimes a fresh start requires a little divine intervention.

Welcome to Divine Place, because sometimes a fresh start requires a little divine intervention. Eloise Worthington is living her best afterlife. It helps that she was accidentally deposited in the supernatural section where immortals are put out to pasture. As the lone human among gods, witches, and a bevy of other species, it's all too apparent that she and her cat Mischief don't belong, not that Eloise minds what anyone else thinks. She's happy to take advantage of the village amenities and spend her eternal middle-aged years ogling the hot bods of the demigods. When a villager ends up facedown in a hot tub, Eloise reluctantly drags herself out of the spa in order to put on her marshal badge and get to work. Unfortunately for Eloise, there are plenty of reasons to want the victim obliterated and everyone wants to take credit for the deadly deed. With more confessions than clues, Eloise needs help from the one demigod she hopes to avoid. Who knew trying to be better would make her so bitter? Can Eloise identify the real killer or is she finally out of her depth?

Welcome to Divine Place, because sometimes a fresh start requires a little divine intervention. Life has handed lemons to Eloise Worthington, so she does what she's always done—made herself a margarita. When a villager is discovered dead on the Gods Complex golf course, Eloise wipes off her tanning oil and sets her marshal hat at a jaunty angle, determined to solve the crime and earn enough brownie points to make it through the pearly gates. During the investigation, she tries her best to ignore her growing attraction to Cole, son of Zeus and her self-proclaimed deputy. Her romantic relationships in the mortal realm always ended badly and Eloise is smart enough to recognize that as long as she's stuck here, she's better off leaving the heat in her life to hot flashes. When the killer makes it clear they're one step ahead of Eloise, she realizes that she needs to up her game in order to outwit a supernatural foe. Who knew trying to do good could feel so bad? Has the killer met their match or will Eloise find herself on the fairway to Hell?