Robyn Peterman

You May Be Write Robyn Peterman

No one in their right freaking mind ever said midlife was magical. Apparently it is. Or at least mine is ...

Once upon a time there was a paranormal romance author who caught her husband in a compromising position. One divorce later, she's free and ready to start her new life at forty-two.

Right?Wrong.

Divorced idiot ex: CheckSaved idiot ex from getting murdered by his new nasty gal pal: CheckIdiot ex accused me of trying to kill him: Umm checkStill seeing my fictional characters: CheckTeeny tiny crush on my lawyer: Check checkTown under siege by dark forces: Of courseCrazy enough to try and stop it: You bet

With the darkness on the horizon, I need to clear my name and get to work. Forming a Goodness Army is on the top of the list. Shockingly, my army consists of my wacky tabacky-smoking aunt, my high school counselor who can shift into a house cat, the town gossip who turns invisible after downing five beers, and a few fabulous others with nefarious talents. And of course, a cast of fictional characters ... who I created and definitely have an opinion on how I should proceed.

What could possibly go wrong?

I'm going on pure gut instinct at this point, and I can't wait to see how the plot turns out.

I may be wrong. I may be write. Either way, I'll just keep turning the pages until I find my happily ever after.