All Mitzi Winston wants is enough money to pay this month’s mortgage payment. That’s the only reason she even considers the phone sex job. Ever since her husband’s disappearance, she’s held things together quite nicely—until recently. And now, well, she just needs the money.
So, she bites the bullet and goes for the interview, only to find that the phone sex job isn’t real and she’s too late—not for the interview, but to save her husband. For there he is, dead on the floor, a bullet to the back of the head. To make matters worse, his ghost is hovering around and chiding her for being late. Not to mention he’s horny as hell and trying to cop a feel.
Which only begs the question, “Do dead men still want it?”
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