"His great aunt twice removed would be rolling around in her grave if she weren’t freshly dead and also completely fictional." Why is small-time crook Reuben Weller following a florist around a town of less than one-thousand people? Money, of course! But things are about to get weird when he discovers a big secret.
You’d think you’d know a guy after dating him for a few months- Sheesh. One day you’re cuddling under the blankets, the next you’re running from him in the woods because you traded human bones for necromancy after feeding him a cursed muffin. Dating sure isn’t what it used to be.