Reapers beget reapers, and I am a reaper-in-training. I’m Elvis Black, and FYI, I am a girl. You can blame my dad for my name – in addition to being a reaper, he’s also the world’s biggest Elvis Presley fan.
After a recent tragedy, my dad has become a drunken reaper. He’s been falling down on the job, literally. It’s resulted in lots of horrible things happening, and most of them have been happening to me. Things like waking up next to a zombie. And things like being possessed by a slimy cloud of renegade evil. That's the kind of evil that can turn even a nice girl into a psycho slasher.
It’s starting to look like my dad’s drinking is going to be the death of me, unless I can capture the evil that was birthed into the world during a botched reap, and lock it back into its source bones, where it belongs. If I can’t, it's going to slaughter not just me, but everyone in the vicinity—including the gorgeous guy next door.
A paranormal fantasy romance for YA readers.