The Midlife Goddess Series by Marian Tee, Alice Bloome

I was once a 38-year-old ghost...until the Fates hurled me back to the land of the living, minus my bounty hunter boyfriend from Hell.My name is Saoirse Sullivan. I used to be a successful make-up artist, and I used to date a handsome and successful banker named Jason. But then he cheated on me, a nerve in my brain ruptured, and I went into a coma.When I woke up, I had turned forty without remembering being thirty-nine... moreI was once a 38-year-old ghost...until the Fates hurled me back to the land of the living, minus my bounty hunter boyfriend from Hell.My name is Saoirse Sullivan. I used to be a successful make-up artist, and I used to date a handsome and successful banker named Jason. But then he cheated on me, a nerve in my brain ruptured, and I went into a coma.When I woke up, I had turned forty without remembering being thirty-nine.My ex is still with the nubile itch he left me for, and my new boss turned out to be the doctor responsible for making her melons permanently perky and, um, sweet.Also, I can see ghosts now, and the newest bogey in the block is demanding justice from her murderer...who may or may not be the gorgeous guy next door...I've just had a one-morning stand with.Midlife crises are supposed to be all about fear of loneliness and boredom, so how is it that my life got crazy good (and bad) when I joined the forty-and-up club?Note: Books in this series are written as standalones. They're a cross between fast-paced paranormal mysteries and adult romantic comedies. Expect ghostly troubles, tongue-in-cheek humor, and supernatural murders to solve. This book is set in the same world as A Season of Gods and Witches, so yes, all of your favorite Greek gods and goddesses exist here, too. less

Welcome to a day in the life of a newly-minted midlife goddess...Me: Before you introduce me, can I ask you something?Hadrian: Of course. Me: If we call our Chief of State POTUS, then can't your subjects call me...are you ready for this?Hadrian: I can hardly wait.Me: They can call me...LOTUS!!!Hadrian: Ah. I see. Me: Isn't it cute?Hadrian: It is, but...how exactly did you work that out?Me: Short for Lady of the Underworld.Hadrian: So...LOTU.Me: No... moreWelcome to a day in the life of a newly-minted midlife goddess...Me: Before you introduce me, can I ask you something?Hadrian: Of course. Me: If we call our Chief of State POTUS, then can't your subjects call me...are you ready for this?Hadrian: I can hardly wait.Me: They can call me...LOTUS!!!Hadrian: Ah. I see. Me: Isn't it cute?Hadrian: It is, but...how exactly did you work that out?Me: Short for Lady of the Underworld.Hadrian: So...LOTU.Me: No. That rhymes a little too closely to 'loathe you', which I'm sure my future haters would love to turn into a hashtag. So my pre-emptive strategy is---Hadrian: Make sure you don't do something that would have people hate you?Me: Uh...yeah. I know you're used to having magic in your life, but you gotta learn to be realistic, too. I'm the kind of person people either love or hate, no in between.Hadrian: I count myself lucky then, having the wisdom and exceptionally good taste to fall in love with you.Me: God, you're so hot. Do we have time for a quick...oh, no, wait, you almost distracted me there. Back to my nickname. Can we do LOTUS then, like the flower? Please? Hadrian: I truly wish I could say yes, milady...but that's not how acronyms work. You need to find a way to get the S in there.Me: But I'm a goddess.Hadrian: ...Me: Well?Hadrian: I'm sorry, love. But I'm not seeing the connection. Me: Goddesses surely have the power to change the rules of grammar.Hadrian: Ah. I see.Me: So...Hadrian: Where grammar's concerned, even goddesses have to play by the same rules, so I'm afraid the answer is still no. Me: Oh, fine. How about Lady of the Underworld...States?Hadrian: The Underworld has no states.Me: So...is that another no?**** And now, back to regular programming ****Hey there. I'm Saoirse, and I used to be a thirty-something ghost who (long story short) turned into a 41-year-old goddess when I started dating the (recently divorced) Lord of the Underworld.Today was supposed to be my honeymoon - I mean, homecoming...Until Zeus suddenly lost his marbles...Hadrian had to put Hell on lockdown...And a raven-haired beauty (whom I may or may not be jealous of) believes that my blood might help save us from the Olympian god's deadly, missile-like thunderbolts. So yeah. Those people who think middle-aged women can only lead ho-hum lives?Tell them to give me a call, will you? ;)Note: Books in this series are written as standalones. They're a cross between fast-paced cozy paranormal mysteries and adult romantic comedies. less