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Someone in Marlee's scheming family is out to get her—but who? To keep her head above water in this shark tank while figuring it out, she must keep them all from suspecting that she has no memory of them, or this world. Meanwhile, she needs to solve a murder mystery in which she's possibly—let's face it, probably—the murderer, and escape the rebels who want to execute her.
She has issues of identity to deal with. Her new body is round, brown, lesbian, and evil, none of which she's happy about. If she's forced to kill one more person, she might just give up in despair. She's trying to be good, but nobody's making it easy.
Fortunately, her maid will help keep the secret, for a price, and unless she gets a better offer. With any luck, and maybe a little help from the gods, Marlee might figure out how to get home before her own plots come crashing down around her.
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Techie guy by day, crime fighter by night. But when crime is slow, as it often is in his quiet hometown of Plymouth, Minnesota, Tyler puts away the mask, cape, and ocelot, and finds a corner to scribble in. The victim of a dark destiny, he whirls through life with a set of shaky assumptions and a mug of rapidly-cooling java. Bewildered, scattered, querulous (some say curmudgeonly), he nonetheless attempts to entertain and inform. Someday, his alien masters will return for him. Until then, buy his books.
