It's A Wonderful Midlife Crisis

For anyone who thinks age is just a number, this paranormal women's fiction has plenty of sass mixed with a touch of sophistication! Whoever declared that life starts at forty had to be either very inebriated, very high on drugs, or quite deluded. The year thirty-nine was amazing. The man I loved had married me. My body did not squeak as it operated. My grandmother, who reared me, was in good health, and things were going pretty damn well. However, as they say, nothing good lasts forever. To be honest, I'd love to find out who "they" are and give them the boot. After a year, I've become a widow. My joints are become painful. Gram is at the assisted living facility, and the deceased perceive my house as a paranormal bed and breakfast. It's become a side gig to glue body parts onto semi-transparent humans, sometimes even deceased people whose identities I'm not even sure are there. We're experiencing some problems, but I feel like I should be able to help them because I can still talk. The new, dangerously attractive attorney at the firm who can't quit staring at me is just adding to the mess. Thanks to the magic of Botox, her plastic surgeon, and her alimony check, my best friend is overjoyed with her new frozen face. In addition, there's the small problem of my growing overly strong attachment to my spectral squatters. I wish I could go back in time, just like Cher. Right now. Can't do it. Whatever. I have an industrial-sized box of superglue, booze, and nice friends. What might go wrong, if anything? Everything, it seems. Overall, it seems like a great midlife crisis is developing.