Sophie's life is made up of her work (as a manager to classical musicians), her dog, and the fact that she is still in love with Ian, after a decade of on-again, off-again limbo. Then one day Henry VIII (young, gorgeous, "the Tudors" Henry, not the corpulent Henry he would become) shows up imparting wisdom while he's on a mysterious afterlife quest. While the irony of accepting romantic advice from the ghost of a man who managed to marry 6 times and kill 2 of his wives doesn't elude Sophie, she has to admit that he's making some good points, and suddenly things start to look very different. (This is a draft of a NaNoWriMo novel that I'm in the process of editing. Would love any feedback!)