I thought being a thirty-five-year-old widow in Alaska was as bad as life could got. Turns out, death had other plans. One clumsy accident later and boom-I'm a Grim Reaper. My clients? People who die in stupid ways. Add a super-hot partner, a raven familiar, and nosy neighbors, my life just got a lot more complicated. Let's just say my afterlife career is...complicated.
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