Morticia Smith-a dark, reclusive "I do dead people" mortician-is stuck in a rut. She's dying for a change and desperately wants a family of her own, but is no good with the living. Using Sybil as an alias, she falls for a surly brooding writer she meets on the Internet with a penchant for Bourbon, whose name is Collin Quin. Little does she know he's her favorite thriller author, the famous Oliver King.

When Collin suddenly wants to meet in person, Morticia agrees in a moment of brave desperation, then chickens out after he shows up. She claims to be Sybil's cousin and states that Sybil ran off with the Fed Ex guy. Collin sticks around to write while waiting for Sybil to return and gets to know Morticia in the process.

She calls on her best friends, weekly girls' night, and Diet Coke for help.

Collin hates liars, and she's afraid he won't want her when he learns the truth. In the meantime, Morticia's father gets engaged, she finds out she might need a hysterectomy, and the hot tamale chef who's always had it in for her has her sights set on having the hunky writer for dessert.

Morticia has to make a choice. Sit back and watch everything she wants slip away, or find the strength to fight for what's hers. If she doesn't, then she will never know if maybe a man will finally want her for who she is, until death do they part.