Growing up as the daughter of a small-town mortician, guys never warmed to the fact there were dead people my house. After taking over the family business at thirty, as well as becoming the town Coroner, I somehow cemented my undatable status. Just when I thought things couldn’t get any worse, I had to attend my mom’s lingerie shower. With that fresh humiliation, I stumbled into an out-of-town bar with one find an able-bodied stud to go home with to end my losing sex streak. Enter Holden Caulfield Mains aka Catcher, who earned his nickname not just from the book he was named for, but for the fact he was sure to catch the attention of any woman who came within a five-mile radius. Even though I experienced the hottest sex of my life, I ran out on him the next morning. When my small town is wracked by its first murder, I never could have imagined my one-night stand would reappear in the form of the GBI’s lead investigator. To my utter shock, Catcher isn’t ready to let go of our sizzling chemistry, and he doesn’t understand the meaning of no. As things heat up between us, the body count starts to rise. Things get crazy in and out of the bedroom as we’re led on a wild goose chase from backwoods mountain Nudist Colonies to altercations with the Dixie Mafia. Will Catcher and I survive to solve the murders, or will our explosive passion distract us and lead to our entimely ends?