My Reaper Wears Fishnets

​Frank Finnegan is fifty, jagged, and exactly ten days away from the needle. He didn't just kill an abusive ex-husband—he enjoyed it. He's accepted the darkness, the silence, and the needle. He wasn't expecting a thirty-year-old Psychopomp in a red corset and shredded fishnets to manifest in his cell, smelling like clove cigarettes and cherry lip gloss.​Vesper isn't there to save his life. She's t...