Summary

Maxie Rodriguez is healing. Healing from the wounds of a battered wife and the fear all that encompasses. She's recovered from her near bout with death and growing stronger by the second. Maxie teaches self-defense courses and she's in the best shape of her life.She has her friends from Divorcee's Anonymous and her Karaoke. So, what's wrong with her? Her therapist says it's brain trauma. She just thinks she's nuts. Because every night she dreams of a man who entices her body to scream in ecstasy. And this is a problem? Well, it is if you can't see or speak to the guy who's doing you twelve ways 'til Sunday! Who is this man? Is it someone she's created in her mind, a delusion of the craziest of proportions? Or, has Maxie finally found a outlet for all of her pent up sexual frustration through an entity she's created in her mind? And what this about witches and curses and Celtic's? It's the second installment of the girls from the Ex-Files and Maxie's gonna get a man, trouble is...is he real?