This “funny and touching” (Lauren Layne, New York Times bestselling author) fish-out-of-water tale from New York Times bestselling author Rachel Gibson explores what happens when a small-town Texas girl swaps bodies with a filthy rich socialite. On her way from singing in church to hooking up with a Tinder date, Brittany Lynn Snider crashes her momma’s minivan, and her life is changed forever. One moment she’s texting HotGuyNate, and the next she’s at a hospital in El Paso watching doctors operate on her near-lifeless body. If that wasn’t bad enough, she finds herself trapped in the Limbo Lounge where patients await their fate, playing cards and watching reruns of 7th Heaven and Heaven Help Us . When a shimmering portal appears, it pulls Brittany upward toward heaven—until the lounge’s resident bully, a wealthy socialite named Edie, leaps through first and steals Brittany’s place. Brittany now has a second chance at life on Earth, but with a catch: she must inhabit Edie’s body. Waking up as Edie in a mental facility where doctors try to cure her alleged retrograde amnesia, Brittany resumes a life of privilege in Grosse Pointe, Michigan. Yet even as she basks in luxury and reconnects with Edie’s old flame, Brittany plans to return to her old life in Texas. But when things don’t go according to her plan, she must ask herself: Who is Brittany Lynn Snider, and what does she want now? And where’s Edie? Did she manage to make it past the pearly gates? “Laugh-out-loud funny with quirky characters and heartfelt moments, Drop Dead Gorgeous is a little slice of heaven” (Elizabeth Thompson, author of Lost in Paris ). “Gibson invokes Freaky Friday in an enjoyable rom-com… The colorful supporting cast, including heaven’s dapper concierge and Brittany’s parents, add texture and depth. Gibson’s sure to charm with this one.” — Publishers Weekly “Fresh and surprising, Drop Dead Gorgeous left me with a mile-wide grin. The feisty, fierce heroine Brittany, with a heart as big as her teased Texas hair, had me cheering wildly for her success!” —Karen Hawkins, New York Times bestselling author of A Cup of Silver Linings “Funny and touching, Gibson’s fearless storytelling reveals that even the most painful parts of life can be achingly beautiful.” —Lauren Layne, New York Times bestselling author of Made in Manhattan “Magical, endearing, and thoroughly entertaining, Drop Dead Gorgeous soars with heartfelt humor and a beautiful, larger-than-life story of self-discovery that captures the imagination.” —Angie Hockman, author of Shipped “This engaging fish-out-of-water story sparkles and shines. Laugh-out-loud funny with quirky characters and heartfelt moments, Drop Dead Gorgeous is a little slice of heaven. I loved everything about it.” —Elizabeth Thompson, author of Lost in Paris Rachel Gibson is a New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author of over twenty-five novels, including The Art of Running in Heels , Just Kiss Me , and How Lulu Lost Her Mind . She has received the RITA Award, the Golden Heart, the National Readers’ Choice Award, and more. Chapter 1 1 Glorious Way Evangelical is the center of my momma’s life. She looks forward to church worship like an alcoholic looks forward to happy hour at Woody’s Watering Hole. Sundays are the Lord’s day, and I’ve spent most of mine praising God and singing in the Glorious Way choir, listening to Reverend Johnny J. Jackson, and wishing my behind wasn’t getting numb. If I was any good at figuring sums in my head, I’d add up how much of my life has been spent sitting on hard pews. I mostly rely on the calculator on my phone, but if I had to take a guess at the number… there’s four Sundays in a month, multiplied by twelve months in a year, times twenty-five years… subtract the times I faked a head cold or period cramps, and that equals… a whole heck of a lot. The phone in my dress pocket lights up and I slide it out far enough to see who’s texting. I glance up at Johnny J. preaching his usual fire and brimstone, then open the text from HotGuyNate. I bite my lower lip to keep from grinning like a cat full of canary. I type Yes and hit send. I’ve never driven more than twenty miles for a hookup or a coffee date, but Nate is the kind of guy worth driving two hundred miles to meet. “Brittany Lynn!” Momma says under her breath. “Jesus is watchin’ you.” I try not to roll my eyes as I slide the phone back into my pocket. If that’s true, Jesus is interfering in my love life. Don’t get me wrong: I love Jesus—but I’ve spent so much time in devotion, I reckon I’ve earned bonus points that I can use here on earth or in heaven. “Evil demons whisper temptations into the ears of man. These demons are liars! Do not listen or you will burn in hell when our Lord returns!” Johnny J. is yelling about Satan and scaring the sinners clear in the back row. “Lord, deliver us from wickedness!” “Lord, deliver us from wickedness,” Momma