Mated From The Morgue: A Fun Romance of Near Death

By Dee W. Schofield

Not really dead, not really alive.

Debbie finds herself one fine day in a hospital morgue and the man of her dreams walks in to start her autopsy. In just moments her wonderful body will be cut open. And she can’t move to stop him.

Dee W. Schofield in a paranormal and romance pen name for USA Today bestselling writer Dean Wesley Smith. Dean has written more than one hundred popular novels and hundreds of published short stories.

His novels include the science fiction novel Laying the Music to Rest and the thriller The Hunted as D.W. Smith. With Kristine Kathryn Rusch, he is the coauthor of The Tenth Planet trilogy and The 10th Kingdom. He writes under many pen names and has also ghosted for a number of top bestselling writers.

Dean has also written books and comics for all three major comic book companies, Marvel, DC, and Dark Horse, and has done scripts for Hollywood. One movie was actually made.

Over his career he has also been an editor and publisher, first at Pulphouse Publishing, then for VB Tech Journal, then for Pocket Books. He is now working as an executive editor for Fiction River.

Currently, he is writing thrillers and mystery novels under another name.

• Language: English
• Publisher: WMG Publishing
• Release date: Apr 7, 2011
• ISBN: 9781458037244

Dee W. Schofield

Dee W. Schofield is a paranormal romance writer who is also a pen name for a bestselling thriller writer. For information about Dee W. Schofield, please visit her web site.

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Mated From The Morgue

Dee W. Schofield

Mated from the Morgue

Copyright © 2013 Dean Wesley Smith

writing as Dee W. Schofield

Published by WMG Publishing

Cover design copyright © 2013 WMG Publishing

Cover Illustration by FlexFlex/Dreamstime.com

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I’m on one damn cold metal table, bright lights shining on my naked body, my brand new, enhanced breasts aiming at the ceiling tile of this stupid hospital morgue like they were supposed to. And what do I feel? Annoyed. Just annoyed. Not cold, not embarrassed, just annoyed.

And just a little scared.

Panic?

Sure. That was in the