I felt the cold caress of black Italian marble against my bare butt. I gasped for air while coughing and choking on the snootful of waterpouring up my nose from the Chastings Corque Corian Square Ceiling Mount Showerhead above me. My head screamed with the agony of a thousand jackhammers and over the scent of my Sensual Amber body wash, I smelled the sweet, copper
tang of blood. Excruciating pain had never felt so good. Hallelujah, I was back! But I was definitely going to need stitches.
DEATH BENEFITS
Max Logan’s insecurities have consumed her to the point that she has allowed them to skew her perceptions of people and
circumstances. She has grown progressively more bitter, sarcastic, and solitary since her divorce and feels as though she has spent a lifetime getting the short end of the stick through no fault of her own; still she trudges on. Things can always get better, right? Of course, it’s hard to cultivate optimism when she finds herself dead; the victim of a D.I.E (Death in Error) caused by an
overeager Grim Reaper in Training. She brokers a deal to be sent back to Earth as a temporary substitute for the Superintendent of Spiritual Impediment. Can a girl who can’t recognize her own problems rectify the issues of the living impaired? Or will she discover that concentrating on their issues gives her a new perspective on her own?