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by Robyn Peterman (Author)
No one in their right freaking mind ever said midlife was magical. Apparently it is.Or at least mine is...Once upon a time there was a paranormal romance author who caught her husband in a compromising position. One divorce later, she's free and ready to start her new life at forty-two. Right? Wrong. Divorced idiot ex: CheckSaved idiot ex from getting murdered by his new nasty gal pal: CheckIdiot ex accused me of trying to kill him: Umm checkStill seeing my fictional characters: Check Teeny tiny crush on my lawyer: Check checkTown under siege by dark forces: Of courseCrazy enough to try and stop it: You bet With the darkness on the horizon, I need to clear my name and get to work. Forming a Goodness Army is on the top of the list. Shockingly, my army consists of my wacky tabacky smoking aunt, my high school counselor who can shift into a house cat, the town gossip who turns invisible after downing five beers and a few fabulous others with nefarious talents. And of course, a cast of fictional characters...who I created and definitely have an opinion on how I should proceed. What could possibly go wrong? I'm going on pure gut instinct at this point, and I can't wait to see how the plot turns out. I may be wrong. I may be write. Either way, I'll just keep turning the pages until I find my happily ever after.
