When dying is just the beginning of the worst Monday of your life…

Alexis Thorne’s day was already a catastrophe—dumped by text, fired by email, and now apparently dead after hydroplaning into a guardrail. Waking up on the misty banks of the River Styx wasn’t exactly in her five-year plan.

Neither was the ferryman.

Charon is supposed to be a skeletal, cloak-wearing creep who shuffles souls across the water for pocket change. He is not supposed to be six-and-a-half feet of broad-shouldered, silver-eyed, shadow-draped temptation with a voice like dark velvet and a jaw that could cut glass.

And Lexi is not supposed to be dead. Thanks to a celestial clerical error, she’s stuck in the underworld for three days while the gods sort out the divine paperwork. With Charon as her reluctant guide, she’ll tour Elysium, dodge Cerberus’s slobber, drink wine with Persephone, get unsolicited love advice from Aphrodite, and discover that the ferryman hasn’t touched a soul—literally or figuratively—in three thousand years.

Until her.

But Charon isn’t human. He’s a primordial being, ancient as the river itself, and when the heat between them finally ignites, Lexi discovers that supernatural lovers come with some very unexpected features.

She has three days in the land of the dead. She intends to make them count.

A steamy, laugh-out-loud monster romance featuring: one snarky heroine who refuses to stay dead, one brooding ferryman who’s forgotten how to feel, meddling Olympians, a three-headed dog who just wants belly rubs, and knotting that will make you clutch your e-reader.

Content note: Explicit sexual content, creative mythology, and a happily ever after.