Second Life, Same Anxiety, More Fur

Apparently, Bailey Cross wasn't finished.Bailey Cross used to be Barbara Reed-a thirty-eight-year-old fashion designer with a business, a fiancé, and a perfectly human life.Then she died.Now she's eighteen, living in the body of a werewolf, sharing her head with two very opinionated wolves named Buttercup and Parsley, and calling a mansion full of ancient vampires home.Somehow, this ridiculous second life has actually started to feel like hers.She has a nominal family, and a new one she's building for herself-one that includes a ghost with a vintage Scooby-Doo lunchbox and Alexander Winthrop, her centuries-old vampire best friend, who remains stubbornly, infuriatingly important to her.For once, Bailey might even be happy.But happiness has a way of attracting the wrong kind of attention.Some people find pleasure in friendship, others in family, and some in love.And some people find pleasure in watching others suffer.When old wounds are deliberately reopened and carefully buried pain begins clawing its way back to the surface, Bailey discovers that immortality doesn't protect anyone from cruelty.Something is wrong with Alexander.The ancient vampire who has survived centuries may be facing an enemy no one can fight for him-and Bailey may be the only person who can still reach him.But this time, loving someone might not be enough to save them.Because death already gave Bailey Cross a second life.Now it may be coming back for another one.Apparently, death has a return policy. Who knew?