My world has exploded. Just when I thought I had this reaping gig down, the rules changed. It’s not about reaping stupid people anymore. Now, I must descend into the bowels of Tartarus to rescue my dead husband’s soul from Chaos. That was NOT in the job description. I’ll be traveling to the anus of existence with Nyx, my grandmother a trillion times removed. The crocheted afghans and cookie baking type…she is not. More like, snuffing me out with a sneeze if I piss her off. This should be a lot of fun. But before I can gird my loins for that diverting adventure, me and my partner—and current boyfriend—need to hunt and reap the demon possessing the woman who killed my husband. This will require a horse costume, a Brony convention, and a lot of unwanted help from my family. Yep, I’m super excited about my life.