The Dead Husbands Society

Hi. I’m Birdie Lawson. I used to run the PTA, plan polite birthday parties, and write thank-you notes on monogrammed stationery. Then my husband dropped dead in the butterfly garden, and my picture-perfect life went with him. If you, too, have a dead husband, questionable coping skills, and an inconvenient crush on your late husband’s hot ex-best friend who happens to be your mailman… pull up a chair. You’re one of us now. The Dead Husbands Society No dues. No dress code. Bring snacks. We’re tired of casserole . Perks of membership: Two wildly inappropriate widow friends, a pink glitter notebook full of grief dares (most dares include the hot mailman), and questionable recovery tactics. I’m done with well-behaved mourning. Now I’m here for messy living—complete with a Conga line, an ill-advised goat wine bar, and forbidden late-night kisses with the man I should absolutely not want… but absolutely do. Please join us. We have t-shirts and kombucha. The Dead Husbands Society: A wickedly funny, unexpectedly sexy novel about grief, friendship, and letting yourself fall hard—for life, and your mailman, all over again. For readers who love: Second Chance Romance Found Family Missed Connections Slow burn spice Friends to lovers Later in life romance (late 40s)