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Death is supposed to be the end. Not in my world. The dead never move on, not since Death walked off the job and disappeared. As a necromancer, it's my job to police the spirits while they remain stuck and, well, problematic a lot of the time. Death really needs to take his head out of his backside and get back to work, wherever he might be. After a horrible incident in the tunnels of the London Underground, my life takes a sharp turn. It's all my fault and I'm sent off to a small town, a move to keep me out of sight and mind for the time being. Shamed, reputation dragged through the dirt. I'm not getting that promotion anytime soon. On my first day in the town, I get caught up in a strange murder case, and Death saves my life. Yes, the Death. The delectable, mysterious Death. Goodness, he is hotness personified. But what happened to make him walk away from his responsibilities? And why is he so deliciously tempting, my desire a raging inferno every time he looks at me with those incredible eyes? I shouldn't be thinking of an immortal being like this, but with every passing hour I can't stop myself from falling deeper into infatuation. I want him. Resistance is . . . impossible.