A possessed motorcycle. A nosy detective. And a serial killer on the loose. The only thing they have in common? Me. This divorcee has always loved collecting random stuff, so owning a junkyard is a dream come trueuntil the robbery. My unlikely rescuer? An old motorcycle. I repay my debt to the trashed bike by rebuilding it with sweat, blood, and cursing. Because Im done with the tears. As a member of the dont-give-a-damn forties club, I refuse to be a victim. With my steel wolf between my thighs, Im taking back the night. And who do I happen to meet on my first ride? The scum who robbed and beat me. Ill teach them a lesson they wont soon forget. Unfortunately, my antics draw the attention of the detective currently investigating a string of murders. He can bite my forty-seven-year-old ass if he thinks Im confessing to anything but an interest in whats under his button-down shirt. Turns out, theres more to the killings than meets the eye. Apparently, it isnt just cars that sometimes come to life. Impossible as it seems, my ride appears to have bloodthirsty tendencies. But is it evil or trying to right a wrong? Id better figure it outand soonor I might be its next victim. genre: pwf, paranormal women's fiction, ghost romance, paranormal mystery, supernatural thriller