*A Paranormal Women’s Fiction Mystery*  All Margie Majors ever wanted was the mythical American dream she was taught to want: a hard-working husband, a house in a place that had neighborhood BBQs, a white picket fence, two kids, and a dog. Instead, she got “destiny.” Hers was to be a plus-sized, day-drinking, foul-mouthed, bisexual, retired vampire slayer with crushing debt and no idea what to do with the rest of her life. The hard-working husband: Separated. The house: For Sale. The BBQ: Not enough alcohol in the world. The dog: A vampire pitbull named Vlad the Impaler because he humps everything in sight.The two kids: One smart-mouthed stepdaughter named Ryder who… who is actually pretty great. But the rest sucks. And with her twenty-fifth class reunion coming up and nothing to show for it, what’s a retired vampire slayer to do? Nothing out of the ordinary. Step in crap like she always does by dancing with her soon to be ex-husband in the high-school gym, literally tripping over a dead body, and making out with a pretty vampire who was once her arch-enemy, and who is most likely the killer.