Death Chaser

Some girls are better off dead.  Being murdered in the bathroom of a cheap and nasty pub wasn't how Samantha Cross-awkward loner-envisioned her leaving party at work. She'd hoped for balloons and happy tears, what she got was a masked psycho and blood. Her blood.  So, when she takes her first breath as a dead woman, the last thing she expects is to come face to face with the dangerously sexy man of Death himself.
He gives her an ultimatum; work for him as a Death Chaser, or face an unknown fiery fate. It's a no-brainer. The trouble was, now she was dealing with demons, family secrets, newly discovered kick-arse abilities, and her gorgeously arrogant boss, she missed her simple life. Being dead was stressful and getting more complicated by the moment-especially when you turn down a deal with the devil himself and all Hell breaks loose.**There are moments in your life that you'll never forget.
Getting married, giving birth, having hot sex in the back of a stranger's car... For Samantha Cross-loner, misfit and all round good girl-scrubbing at a red wine stain on her t-shirt in the bathroom of a seedy pub in London was one of them. Not because it was a particularly good wine; no, her works leaving party was cheap and nasty-as were many of her ex-colleagues. She'd remember because it was the evening she came face to face with a masked psycho, right there in the ladies' bathroom.
Oh. And because it was the day she died.