Having grown up in Assjacket, WV royally sucked. I come from a family of armadillo Shifters, but am not a Shifter. Thank God. But now, I've found my purpose. I'm the regional grim reaper for GRS, Grim Reaper Services. I help the souls of paranormal beings crossover. Good times.
Life tends to be a little boring, until Jax Jackson, my high school crush, arrives back in town as the new law enforcer. Sure he's hella hot, but he also spells mega trouble for me when I'm assigned my toughest reap yet.
My mission: reap three honey badger poltergeists and win the man of my dreams, all without getting killed. Easy.
What do you get when you cross a hockey mom with the grim reaper?
Me, Lisa Carron. If being a depressed, frumpy, widowed mother of three wasn't bad enough, I just found out I'm a grim reaper. I know what you're thinking. Wow, that's kind of sexy and full of awesomeness. Hardly. Oh, and my clients? Stupid people. Like I don't get enough of that from the living.
Since Alaska is big and angels of death are few, I've been partnered with reaper extraordinaire, Nate Cramer. He's strong, silent, and way too good looking for my recently widowed state.Oh, and he reaps violent criminals, so that should be interesting.
Forget the danger and the hours of self-analysis it will take for me to find my reaper mojo. My biggest problem? Hiding it all from my overly attentive family and nosy neighbors.