Librarian's note: There is an Alternate Cover Edition for this edition of this book here. Who says there's no dating in the afterlife? Saoirse Sullivan is not your average 38-year-old ghost. For one thing, she's also afraid of other ghosts, which means instead of doing the haunting, she has to worry about being haunted. But things get a whole lot interesting when she meets Hadrian, a gorgeous living creature with the rare ability to interact with ghosts like her. From being the mind-her-own-business type of ghost, Saoirse suddenly finds herself thrust into a whirlwind of murder, mayhem, and magic, juggling her time between battling poltergeists, chasing after a missing subject of Tartarus, and dating a smoldering-hot bounty hunter of Hell. Note: This is a companion novel to A Season of Gods and Witches. It has murder, mystery, and mayhem, along with a hot and heavy romance between two consenting adults. Magical happy ever after guaranteed!

I was once a 38-year-old ghost...until the Fates hurled me back to the land of the living, minus my bounty hunter boyfriend from Hell. My name is Saoirse Sullivan. I used to be a successful make-up artist, and I used to date a handsome and successful banker named Jason. But then he cheated on me, a nerve in my brain ruptured, and I went into a coma. 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? Note: Books in this series are written as standalones. They're a cross between fast-paced paranormal mysteries and adult romantic comedies. Expect ghostly troubles, tongue-in-cheek humor, and supernatural murders to solve. This book is set in the same world as A Season of Gods and Witches, so yes, all of your favorite Greek gods and goddesses exist here, too.

Welcome to a day in the life of a newly-minted midlife goddess... _Me: Before you introduce me, can I ask you something? Hadrian: Of course. Me: If we call our Chief of State POTUS, then can't your subjects call me...are you ready for this? Hadrian: I can hardly wait. Me: They can call me...LOTUS!!! Hadrian: Ah. I see. Me: Isn't it cute? Hadrian: It is, but...how exactly did you work that out? Me: Short for Lady of the Underworld. Hadrian: So...LOTU. Me: No. That rhymes a little too closely to 'loathe you', which I'm sure my future haters would love to turn into a hashtag. So my pre-emptive strategy is—- Hadrian: Make sure you don't do something that would have people hate you? Me: Uh...yeah. I know you're used to having magic in your life, but you gotta learn to be realistic, too. I'm the kind of person people either love or hate, no in between. Hadrian: I count myself lucky then, having the wisdom and exceptionally good taste to fall in love with you. Me: God, you're so hot. Do we have time for a quick...oh, no, wait, you almost distracted me there. Back to my nickname. Can we do LOTUS then, like the flower? Please? Hadrian: I truly wish I could say yes, milady...but that's not how acronyms work. You need to find a way to get the S in there. Me: But I'm a goddess. Hadrian: ... Me: Well? Hadrian: I'm sorry, love. But I'm not seeing the connection. Me: Goddesses surely have the power to change the rules of grammar. Hadrian: Ah. I see. Me: So... Hadrian: Where grammar's concerned, even goddesses have to play by the same rules, so I'm afraid the answer is still no. Me: Oh, fine. How about Lady of the Underworld...States? Hadrian: The Underworld has no states. Me: So...is that another no?_ \\\\ And now, back to regular programming \\\\ Hey there. I'm Saoirse, and I used to be a thirty-something ghost who (long story short) turned into a 41-year-old goddess when I started dating the (recently divorced) Lord of the Underworld. Today was supposed to be my honeymoon - I mean, homecoming... Until Zeus suddenly lost his marbles... Hadrian had to put Hell on lockdown... And a raven-haired beauty (whom I may or may not be jealous of) believes that my blood might help save us from the Olympian god's deadly, missile-like thunderbolts. So yeah. Those people who think middle-aged women can only lead ho-hum lives? Tell them to give me a call, will you? ;) Note: Books in this series are written as standalones. They're a cross between fast-paced cozy paranormal mysteries and adult romantic comedies.

Just when I thought I could go on a honeymoon with the ever gorgeous Lord of the Underworld, I find out I'm being sued by his ex-wife, aka the world's pettiest woman. Pettiest, you hear? Not prettiest. And no, I'm not being petty myself. Imagine being sued just because someone thinks you're not goddess material. Petty, right? But because Persephone has taken her case all the way to the Olympian High Court, I now have only under twenty-four hours to find myself a divine dominion to claim and rule...or risk losing my title as LOTUS. Honestly, you since when did not being "divine" enough become a crime?