The first novel in a series of paranormal romance and the imperfect people we all know.

Victoria's life was finally working for her. At her age, very late middle age, she felt it was about time. After all, 'been there - done that, but still didn't have the t-shirt.' Yes, her face showed wear, her body softer than she'd like, but all in all, no complaints...'except for the dang shirt.'

Kids grown with children of their own; husbands tried and gone,
Victoria's little business was treating her well. She could buy her lattes, ignore the kitchen for the personal chefs on her take-out speed dial and wear her 'evening clothes,' sweats and a t-shirt, to pay her bills and do much of her business. Victoria knew she was marking time and was fine with it. But, in the dead of that one winter, things began to get 'odd.'

The well-dressed man staring without embarrassment seemed to crawl up her spine. The same man standing on the snowbank in the dark watching her get into her car. Then again, across from her office in broad daylight, standing as a statue on the coldest, windswept day of the year watching as some guy almost knock her to the icy sidewalk....

Note: For Mature Audiences