Over My Dead Body

ASHLEY

I keep the dead. It's the family business.

Twelve acres of the oldest cemetery in Boston, nine thousand residents, one temperamental backhoe, and a grandfather who just left me every inch of it. Along with a debt I can't pay and a developer who wants my hill for luxury condos.

Then, the night before his funeral, I catch a stranger in a three-piece suit standing in my grandfather's open grave with a rolled-up rug.

So I hit him with a shovel.

He's a Sartori. His family owns the North End. And my grandfather, apparently, gave him a key.

Now there's an FBI agent eating lunch on my bench, a rival crew circling my gates, and only one way to explain why a mobster keeps turning up at my door at two in the morning.

Nobody gets a warrant for a booty call.

It's fake. It's temporary. It comes with rules.

He's broken every single one.

SALVATORE

I bury my family's mistakes. Quietly. Usually after midnight.

I've been doing it on Fintan Coffey's hill for thirteen years and nobody ever caught me. Then his granddaughter came up the path in her dead grandmother's dress and swung a shovel at my head.

Now she owns the ground my family's secrets are buried in, and my brother wants her kept close and kept quiet.

Fake dating was my idea. Falling for her wasn't.

She's stubborn and mouthy and the worst liar I've ever met. She digs faster than me. She talks to the dead like they're neighbours. She makes me fix her corners.

And every rule she writes on the back of a bank letter, I want to break with my mouth.

This is the first book in The Drop Dead Series. Reading order:

Over My Dead Body.

Dead Man Driving.

Dead Gorgeous.

Till Dead Do Us Part.