Deathly Love

Zelda had long ago determined she wasn’t datable. She’d been seventeen, dressed in a gorgeous black strapless, and ready to party. But then her dad had waved around his scythe, turned on the glowy red eyes, and her prom date couldn’t get away fast enough. She’d been dateless ever since. What eligible, sane guy wanted to date the Grim Reaper’s daughter?

But Zelda hadn’t met Glenda Goode, a woman who made even the most improbable matches possible.