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Life has handed lemons to Eloise Worthington, so she does what she's always done—made herself a margarita. When a villager is discovered dead on the Gods Complex golf course, Eloise wipes off her tanning oil and sets her marshal hat at a jaunty angle, determined to solve the crime and earn enough brownie points to make it through the pearly gates. During the investigation, she tries her best to ignore her growing attraction to Cole, son of Zeus and her self-proclaimed deputy.

Eloise Worthington is living her best afterlife. It helps that she was accidentally deposited in the supernatural section where immortals are put out to pasture. As the lone human among gods, witches, and a bevy of other species, it's all too apparent that she and her cat Mischief don't belong, not that Eloise minds what anyone else thinks. She's happy to take advantage of the village amenities and spend her eternal middle-aged years ogling the hot bods of the demigods.

Mia Thorne’s midlife makeover is going better than she ever expected. She has a new job, a new relationship, a new garden—well, never mind the garden. She doesn’t even mind that she’s back to pounding the pavement to generate ad revenue for the local newspaper.

Mia’s biggest nightmare is about to manifest—her mother is coming to town with her husband du jour in tow. Never mind the sorry state of the garden, the hormonal inches insulating Mia’s waist, or the Orca-sized cat that likes to rest her girth on Mia’s head in the middle of the night when she’s too tired to object.

The appearance of a strange plant on the Taskers' farm sends Neville and me straight to the Federal Bureau of Magic database, where we discover that deadly demons are snatching bodies all over town. Meanwhile, with the Day of Darkness looming on the calendar, family tensions abound, and I'm reminded, once again, that I'm the white sheep of this black magic family. Can I put a stop to the Stepford invasion before it's too late, or will the demons take up residence in their hosts—permanently?

Annoying but loving family? Check. Picturesque small town with a hot police chief? Check. A rescue hellhound, a black cat with attitude, and a pet python that thinks he’s a puppy? Triple check. My story has all the hallmarks of a sweet and cozy supernatural tale, but there’s a twist—I am evil. Well, I’m supposed to be evil thanks to both nature and nurture, but I fight it with every fiber of my being. I just want to live a normal life. I even joined the FBI instead of the Federal Bureau of Magic, until my powers reared their ugly head and the agency sent me packing back to my hometown.