Life after death is supposed to be peaceful, right?

You die, float off to paradise, and spend eternity sipping celestial cocktails with your fellow ghosts.

Yeah. No.

Turns out, my lying, cheating, suffocating husband had other plans. Literally. He wrapped his hands around my throat and squeezed the life out of me—and just like that, my story should’ve been over.

But Death had other ideas.

I got a choice: move on like a good little ghost, or wait for my husband to die so I could personally drag his soul to hell.

Obviously, I chose revenge.

Side effect? It came with a job.

Now, I’m a Grim Reaper....

Life after death is supposed to be peaceful, right?

You die, float off to paradise, and spend eternity sipping celestial cocktails with your fellow ghosts.

Yeah. No.

Turns out, my lying, cheating, suffocating husband had other plans. Literally. He wrapped his hands around my throat and squeezed the life out of me—and just like that, my story should’ve been over.

But Death had other ideas.

I got a choice: move on like a good little ghost, or wait for my husband to die so I could personally drag his soul to hell.

Obviously, I chose revenge.

Side effect? It came with a job.

Now, I’m a Grim Reaper. Death’s errand girl. And while it’s not exactly the dream career path, at least it’s simple. Clock in, reap a soul, clock out. No drama. No surprises.

Until they showed up.

Three dangerously unhinged, sexy-as-sin psychopaths with a habit of leaving trails of bodies behind them. They’ve done the impossible: cheated death, bound me to them, and now they won’t let me go.

Why? No clue. But something tells me it’s not because they’re looking for a fourth player in their murder club.

Now, I’m stuck between three deranged outlaws and the wrath of Father Death himself—and let me tell you, he is pissed.

Peaceful afterlife? Gone.

Surviving my second chance at existence? Looking dicey.

And falling for the men who could very well end the world? Well. That’s a whole other problem.