An impending divorce. An ornery homicide detective. The cruise of a lifetime. And ghosts.
Midlife on the high seas is proving to be a real killer.
If I thought the first half of my life was a bumpy ride, I'd better buckle up because I'm about to go over the hill and off the rails.
My name is Trixie Troublefield, and I see ghosts. It's sort of a new thing, and it's more than a problem.
While I was busy running around doing some last minute packing for my tropical anniversary cruise, my husband was busy bedding three other women-at the same time. So I did what any other sane person would do-I grabbed my suitcase and took to the high seas, alone.
Here's the thing. I've never been on a plane or a cruise ship. I've never left the state of Maine. I've never been on my own. I've never seen ghosts before either, but that seems to be on the universe's agenda for me, too.
I've got eighteen days to recalibrate, rethink my life, recharge, and eat all the food I can get my hands on. And I might look into a poltergeist pest control service while I'm at it.
Of course I'll start a travel blog and log all of my adventures for the world to see. Why not rub all the fun I'm having in my cheating ex-husband's face? I'll call it Suddenly Single! What a Trip.
But no sooner do I step on board of that stately cruise ship than I stumble upon a body.
Midlife on the high seas is proving to be a real killer.