Dumped by her boyfriend on Christmas Eve, Cassie Baruch thought her pain would end when she aimed her car at an ancient beech tree. But when a gorgeous black-winged angel appears and tells her ‘this ain’t no stinking paranormal romance, kid,’ she realizes death hasn’t solved her problems. Can Jeremiel help her exorcise the ghosts of problems past and find a little closure? Extended description The Ghosts of Old Miseries are never far behind… Dumped by her boyfriend on Christmas Eve, Cassie Baruch thought her pain would end when she aimed her car at an ancient beech tree. But when a gorgeous black-winged angel appears and tells her ‘this ain’t no stinking paranormal romance, kid,’ she realizes death hasn’t solved her problems. Can Jeremiel help her recognize the ghosts of problems past and find a little closure? Written for anyone who ever wished their problems would just go away, this modern paranormal spin on A Christmas Carol was written to give people hope they can come to grips with the Ghosts of Christmas Miseries Past. Suitable for adults, older teens, new adults, and anyone who's ever watched somebody suffer through a really lousy situation. Excerpt: The angel flexed his muscles and stared at his hand as though he was bored. Truth be told, the angel was way hotter than Mauricio. A naughty thought flitted into her mind. Maybe… “Forget it, kid,” the angel looked at her with disgust. “Even if I wasn’t, oh, a few thousand years older than you, the last thing I’d do is fall for a kid who doesn’t even have her head screwed on straight.” Oh, great, and he could read her mind. “I thought angels were supposed to comfort the living?” The angel laughed; an obnoxious, raucous sound. "You're dead, kid. Remember?" Cassie glowered at him. “Are you a fallen angel?” The angel laughed even harder. It reminded her a bit of the way the football jocks laughed when they played a prank on somebody and laughed at them as a team. “Listen, kid,” the angel said. “I ain’t here to save you. I ain’t no fallen angel. And even if you weren’t dead, this ain’t no stinking paranormal romance where a hot angel falls from the sky to rescue you from your oh-so-boring, tedious mortal life. You … are dead. You got dead because you drove your car into a tree." He shrugged. "It happens. So just go into the light like a good little girl so I can move on with my already shitty day.” “What light?” “The light you’re supposed to see when you’re dead," the angel said.