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Obituary writer Nadine Barbault doesn’t mind being called “Lady Death”. It suits the ice queen persona she’s cultivated to survive the fast-paced Toronto Herald. So when Nadine learns that famous (and reclusive) author Dot Voline has died, she doesn’t hesitate to run the obituary…only to discover that Dot is very much alive. Nadine’s screw-up has brought Wesley Chen of the rival Spear no end of joy—she’s been a thorn in his extremely ambitious side for years. But the renewed interest in Dot also surfaced chatter about a mysterious past scandal.

For Olivia Sullivan, love is more a curse word than a sentiment. Growing up as the daughter of a small town mortician, guys didn't warm to the fact there were dead people in her house. At thirty, taking over the family business and becoming the town Coroner helped to cement her undateable status. Of course her past sex history didn't help matters either.

I see dead people. No, not like that movie. I’m a coroner, and yes it's the kiss of death on my dating life. When men find out what I do, I'm lucky to hear, “It was nice meeting you”. Until I almost accidentally kill Blake Hale with my car. Instead of being freaked out by me, he’s intrigued. No matter how much I try to scare him off, he keeps coming back for more. And for a follow-the-rules guy, he’s breaking them all for me.

Ein erhängtes Einhorn auf dem Shirt, ansonsten trägt sie nur einen schwarzen Slip. Ein riesiger Sensenmann bedeckt ihren linken Oberschenkel. Ihre Füße stecken in derben Stiefeln, einer davon zerdrückt langsam die Kehle des Mannes auf dem Boden vor ihr. Ihre Haut zieren mehr Tattoos als meine. Ihre Locken sehen aus, als wäre sie gerade aus dem Bett gefallen. Die Schrotflinte in ihren Händen zielt direkt auf mich. Wenn sie das ernst meint, ist sie noch irrer als ich. Ich glaube, das gefällt mir, meinem Schwanz gefällt sie auf jeden Fall. Trotzdem ist das gerade ein echt schlechter Zeitpunkt.