I used to be a heiress. Yachts. Parties. Designer clothes. I had it all.

Until I died…

Now, my spirit’s trapped in an espresso machine! I spend my days plugged into an outlet, making cappuccinos, lattes, and mochas.

I’m finally getting used to my new life when I meet my fated mates. But feeling their hands on my knobs and levers is so not how I want to be touched… and they don’t want the kind of steam I bring.

What is an espresso machine to do? Go to the big city and find a new body, of course. No, wait, not that old man’s!