The Secret Goddess Code
I have died and gone to Mooreville, Mississippi.I knew things were bad when that peroxided, collagen-enhanced, nubile nymph Susan Star stole my role as the reigning TV goddess in Love in the Fast Lane, but I didn't know I'd be killed off for real and sent to the backside of nowhere. Good lord, just because a woman turns forty-five shouldn't mean she gets tossed out and consigned to life without long-stemmed roses and Godiva chocolates.
Trying to make sense of things, I close my eyes, but when I open them again I'm staring at the same wide expanse of cloudy sky slashed with a sign that says, Welcome to Mooreville. Plus, I have a lump on my head the size of California. "Is anybody here?"
Expecting Saint Peter to answer, I ease up on my elbow and spot my powder-blue Ferrari Spyder. Or what remains of it. They don't let you take cars to the hereafter, no matter which way you go, so this means I'm not dead.
To some people that would come as a relief, but the mood I'm in, it just makes me mad.
It also makes me remember swerving to miss a cow, then clawing my way out of the airbag in an adrenaline-propelled panic, which explains why I'm in a ditch. My purse is up ... read full excerpt from The Secret Goddess Code ebook
