Note: This novel by Ann Charles is a work-in-progress. When finished, it will be a mystery/paranormal novel of approximately 90,000 words.
My name is Grace Wolfe, and I see dead folks...on a daily basis, and have ever since my father died five years ago and willed me his funeral home. Weird things--the crazy, prickle-your-skin kind--never used to happen to me, at least not until my customers started losing body parts and my assistant disappeared one day only to show up a week later with fangs and a fetish for blood-letting. And now Jack's back. Our high school daydreams of marriage and kids took a back seat to his "calling." After two decades, I'd given him up for dead. But now the bastard has returned, and the chief of police, who just happens to be my best friend, refuses to arrest him for desertion. She is too busy hunting down some whacko who is slaughtering pregnant women and trying to figure out why things keep going "thump" in the night in a dark house filled with cadavers. You can see why morning sickness isn't the only thing making my head spin.