Everything's a mess. The gods won't stay out of her business. And Evie? All she wants is a little peace or drowning by bottomless margaritas.

Evie should be basking in the afterglow after her romp with the Shifter Lord. Instead, she's dodging his increasingly aggressive courtship rituals like a runaway bride carrying dynamite. Not because she doesn't care about him, but because she's keeping big secrets.

Lady Mirabelle de Burgh is desperate to give her husband an heir. She's heard of the superstition that to buy a jeweled dagger from a blind old hag ensures conception. It is said one child will be conceived for each dagger purchased.

The old hag on Grope Lane has five jeweled daggers and Mirabelle wants them all. However, she only has enough money for four. When her greed lands her in a bad situation, what started as a noble cause ends up in a way that no one could have ever suspected.

She does not believe in ghosts…

Kiley's made a name for herself with her column debunking new-age fortune tellers, mediums, and psychics. Her small New Englandish town is known for its hauntings, so the charlatans abound. Her nemesis eludes her…Jack McCain is the one she's never been able to trip up. He's the smoothest con of them all with his good looks, quick wit, natural charm. She even enjoys the game they're playing, her trying to trick him, him always a step ahead of her. They've become best enemies.

But something's wrong…