This southern girl had plans--big ones--but they went up in smoke the day I died. Not only did I take a bullet to the heart and ruin my Gram's favorite cast-iron skillet, I turned into a flaming-freaking-bird. As if that wasn't bad enough, I'm fighting for my life against a conjurer who wants to kill me, Tribal Elders who want to manipulate me, my crazier-than-a-bat mother, wolves, snakes, and one-heck-of-a pissed off ghost... Don't even get me started on the blue-eyed detective and the Cherokee body guard determined to use me as the quarter in their coin toss to see which one claims me. It's a good thing I was raised by two tough as nails Southern Ladies, otherwise I'd never survive.