<p><strong>Ancient gods. Modern war. And a star-crossed couple who could use some divine intervention.</strong></p><p><br></p><p>The day I was drafted into the army of the gods, all I knew about being a MASH surgeon was what I'd learned from Hawkeye Pierce and Hot Lips Houlihan. Now here I am, Dr. Petra Robichaud, in the middle of an immortal war, assigned to a MASH camp with a nosy sphinx, a vegetarian werewolf, and an uptight vampire who really needs to get a life.</p><p>&nbsp;</p><p>At least they're all too busy with their own dramas to discover my secret: I can see the dead. It's a forbidden gift, <em>one that can get me killed</em>, so I haven't told a soul.</p><p>&nbsp;</p><p>Until the arrestingly intense Galen arrives on my operating table, half-dead and totally to-die-for. When his spirit tries to slip out of his fatally wounded body, I impulsively slip it back in. Call it a rash resurrection. One I'll live to regret.</p><p>&nbsp;</p><p>Now Commander Galen of Delphi knows my secret, and he's convinced I'm part of an ancient prophecy-one that can end the war for good. But taking a chance could cost me everything. And it would be easier to convince him to leave me alone, except now the prophecies are starting to come true...</p><p><br></p><p>Warning: This novel contains a hefty dose of danger, drama, practical jokes, pet swamp lizards, brooding demi-gods, adventure, romance, and heart-in a MASH camp where everybody knows your business.</p><p><br></p>