Annie's sick of settling for cleaning up after the messes of her hapless boyfriend, Weldon, so when she gets an inheritance she sets off for greener pastures. Now she's confronted with her grandmother's ghost, a manor full of dependents, a pack of hell-hounds and a gardener who might just be the man of her dreams.

Meanwhile, Angela's convinced her brand of love could turn life around for the seedy man living down the street, if only she could get him away from the floozy living next door. But the old gods are waking up again and she might just get the surprise of her life.

Warning: this book requires a wicked sense of humor!

"OMG, what a trippy, interesting, wickedly wild story Somehow I missed the WARNING when I snagged this one so when I first started it, My Mouth Dropped! But oh how I kept going And I am so glad I did." Seriously Reviewed

Author: Bodie Parkhurst

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Excerpt:

This is Annie, doing what I used to find myself doing a lot when I was with Weldon—damage control. I hate talking about those days. I was such a loser. I mean, what else do you call a woman who’s trying so desperately to make a life with a man who doesn’t give a rusty rip about her? And doesn’t care if the whole world knows it?

I’d like to plead extenuating circumstances. I’d just had a baby. I was under the gun at work. My family wanted me to “make a go of it” with Weldon so they could pretend I wasn’t an unwed mother.

I was trying, not because I wanted to please everybody, but because I was too tired to see any other way.

That night when Weldon called? I wasn’t thinking about

Payback. I wasn’t thinking about ripping him off. I was just trying to salvage what I could from the ruins.

There were things in my life worth keeping, but Weldon wasn’t one of them. He had just about managed a clean sweep of my heart and bank account. At last I did what I should have done months before: I called home.

Momma answered on the third ring. “Hello?”

“Hello,” I gulped.

“Annie?” Her voice rose angrily, like it does when she’s frightened. “What’s wrong? Is it the baby?”

“No, Momma, Ryan’s fine, but—” My voice failed me. “But… I need a little help here.”

“What’s wrong?”

I choked back a laugh. “I have to change the way I’m doing things.”

“What do you mean?”

“Living this close to the edge ... my car broke down.”

“What’s wrong with it?”

“I’m not sure. The shop’s going to let me know.”

“Is that all? We can send you some money.”

“No… no, that won’t solve the basic problem ... I’m not being a

good mother ... I’m not keeping my baby safe.”

“Where’s Weldon?” Her voice went chilly.

“I need to make a new start,” I answered without answering. “I can’t count on him. I have to be able to do this on my own.”

“What do you have in mind?”

“I don’t know .... I just know I can’t keep doing it this way.”

Silence, except for a barely-audible clicking. I pictured her leaning against the kitchen cupboard, tapping her fingers absently on its tiles. “We’ll sell the house,” she said at last.

“No, Mom!” I burst out. “Don’t sell your house.”

“Grandma’s,” she said impatiently. “I’ll send you the papers.”

“Why?”

“She left it to you. You remember?”

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