Deadheading

Hallie Price has killed her husband a hundred times. Only in her head. It’s the one place he’s never found a way into.

Then Grant moves them to Blue Hollow, Washington, a postcard of a town where the gardens are famous, the casseroles never stop, and an alarming number of husbands go fishing and never come home.

Under the roses behind her new garage, Hallie finds a dead man’s wedding ring. At the fall bulb sale, she finds the Larkspur Garden Society: a retired pharmacist with a lemon bar for every occasion, a landscaper with a very productive compost pile, and a president in pearls who notices everything.

They have bylaws. They have a casserole rotation. They have a code phrase for women whose husbands need handling.

All Hallie has to do is say yes.

But every garden has rules. And in Blue Hollow, breaking them is a very good way to end up in the compost.

Darkly funny and unapologetically gory, Deadheading is a femgore novel about female rage, found family, and what it costs to hold the shears.