I'm about to launch the first book in my new series -- and I want fans to make sure it's something they're genuinely interested in before they buy it. With that in mind, I decided to post the first chapter here.

It's still snarky. It's still irreverent. It's also a little darker. I hope you enjoy it.

One

“Bow down before the harvester of your doom!”

I rolled my eyes, glancing over at my brother, Aidan, as he stood before the cowering spirit in the corner with a devilish grin on his face. “Really? That’s how you do it?”

Aidan’s dimples deepened as he sent me a wink, while ignoring the middle-aged man and his pitiful whining as he kept trying to convince himself that he was dreaming.

“It’s just a nightmare,” the man tried to soothe himself.

“Do you have another idea?” Aidan asked.

“Have you tried talking to him?”

“That never works,” Aidan replied. “They never want to believe they’re dead. And, if they do, it’s usually

because they’re depressed and they offed themselves because they were looking forward to the hereafter.”

I ignored Aidan’s blasé attitude and glanced down at the list in my hand. “Stan Parker, 54, accountant for Thompson and Hopkins.”

“See, he’s evil,” Aidan said. “He’s an accountant for a big law firm. You can’t get slimier than that.”

“It’s an environmental law firm,” I replied.

Aidan merely shrugged in response. He was clearly enjoying himself, if his flushed skin and gleaming eyes were any indication. I had a feeling it was because he had been put in charge of my “training,” something I wasn’t convinced I needed.

“It says here he’s a Catholic,” I said, reading further into Stan Parker’s file. “I think I know how to handle this.” I took a step toward Stan, squatting down so I was at eye level with him. “Mr. Parker, my name is Aisling Grimlock, and I’m here because there’s been an … incident.”

“Incident?” Aidan arched a dark eyebrow.

I ignored him. “Unfortunately, there was nothing that could be done and you’ve … um … passed on.”

Stan Parker glanced up at me, finally focusing on something other than his own feet – and the uneven tile pattern in his bedroom – and fixed me with a bleak stare. “Are you an angel?”

“You’ve obviously never seen her in the morning before she’s had three cups of coffee,” Aidan scoffed.

I waved him off. “I’m not an angel,” I said. “I’m a reaper.”

Stan Parker looked confused. “Like a grim reaper?”

“Exactly,” I replied, sending him my most encouraging smile as I brushed my long black hair – shot through with enough white streaks to give my father a coronary when he saw them – out of my face. “I’m here to help you get to your final destination.”

“I don’t know what that means,” Parker replied, his voice dull and his eyes lifeless -- OK, no pun intended. “You make it sound like you’re a travel agent.”

Aidan snorted. “Yes, we’re here to take you on a fabulous vacation to Greece.”

“I am kind of like a travel agent,” I said, shooting Aidan a withering glare. “I’ve got all your arrangements right here.” I tapped the file in my hand for emphasis.

“That’s a file on me?”

“It is,” I replied. “It’s all about your life.”

“It’s kind of thin.”

“It sure is,” Aidan agreed.

I kept my violet eyes trained on Stan’s face. “It’s not your whole life,” I said, “just the highlights.”

“And lowlights,” Aidan added.

He was starting to grate, which I suppose is a brother’s job. Since Aidan and I were closer than normal siblings – that whole twin thing had bonded us a little too closely – our new working relationship was starting to strain the easygoing thing we’d had going for the twenty-five years since our birth.

“What lowlights?” Stan asked, his lower lip trembling.

“I don’t think they’re important,” I lied.

“I really like the one about you sleeping with your best friend’s wife,” Aidan said. “Then, when he confided his problems with the marriage, you pretended that he was imagining things until he started seeing a shrink.” He’d moved away from Stan and was busy studying his bedroom, opening drawers and poking through the contents, something that was making Stan decidedly nervous.

“What are you doing? What is he doing?”

“Ignore him,” I said. “We should really get going, though. Aidan, bring the scepter over here.”

“The scepter?” Stan’s eyes widened. “Is that like a magic stick to beat me with?”

“Why would you ask that?” Aidan seemed genuinely curious, until his bright purple eyes narrowed under the weight of sudden knowledge. “Is that what you’re into?”

“No! Who told you that? That’s not on the list, is it?” Stan tried to peer over my hand to see what had been written into his file.

“No,” I replied, although now I was curious about what was buried in his file. I had read only the highlights. “Mr. Parker.”

“Call me Stan. We should be on a first-name basis, after all.”

“Stan,” I said, forcing myself to keep my voice pleasant. “We really need to get going. We’re kind of on a tight schedule today.”

“Doing what?”

“Collecting souls,” I explained, standing back up to my full five feet, six inches. My knees were beginning to ache from crouching.

“And this is your job?”

“It is now,” I said. “Unfortunately.”

Aidan grinned at me. “It’s not as easy as you thought, is it? It’s a lot harder than you gave us credit for.”

“I never said it was an easy job,” I argued. “I just didn’t think it was as action-packed as you made it out to be.” I glanced back down at Stan. “And I was clearly right.”

“They’re usually not this … whiny.”

“I am not whiny,” Stan said. “I’m going through a shock. I just found out I’m dead, and it wasn’t even a good death.”

“What’s a good death?” I asked.

“You know, running into a burning building and saving children from a fiery death,” Stan said. “Or pushing an old lady out of the path of a speeding bus. Or riding a supermodel until your heart just gives out.”

I glanced at Stan’s paunchy stomach and thinning hair and couldn’t help but think that all three of those scenarios were very likely outside of his wheelhouse. “You can’t control your death – unless you want to kill yourself,” I explained. “And, if you do that, you don’t go to one of the better final resting places.”

Stan looked momentarily hopeful. “Am I going to Heaven?”

“Yes,” I said, glancing at his file again for confirmation. I frowned, though, when I saw where he was really going.

“That doesn’t look like I’m going to Heaven,” Stan said, his voice rising an octave. “That looks like I’m going to the other place.”

Aidan leaned back on Stan’s bed -- blocking my view of Stan’s body, which was thankfully buried beneath his plaid bedspread covers -- and waited for me to handle the situation.

“Define the other place,” I said, taking a step so that I could again make eye contact with Stan.

“Define the other place? Define the other place? I don’t want to go to Hell!”

“Well, good news,” I replied, using my best faux tour director voice. “You’re not going to Hell.”

“I’m not?” Relief washed over Stan’s shaking body.

“Nope,” I shook my head emphatically. “You’re going to Purgatory. It’s an entirely different place.”

Stan looked shocked. “Purgatory? Isn’t that like limbo? Is that better than Hell? It certainly doesn’t sound as good as Heaven.”

He wasn’t wrong. “The good news is, your file says you’ll only be there for fifty years.”

“Fifty years!”

“Your file says you have a few things to work out,” I offered, hoping that my explanation didn’t sound as lame to Stan as it did to me.

“What does that mean exactly?” Stan pushed himself to his ethereal feet and placed his hands on his hips. I think I was getting a glimpse of his courtroom persona, which was one of the reasons he was going to Purgatory.

“Well … ,” I hedged.

“I want to know exactly what that file says about me,” Stan ordered.

“I’m not sure I’m supposed to tell you that.”

Aidan groaned from his spot on the bed. “Oh, just tell him. Otherwise we’re going to be here forever, and I’m ready for lunch.”

I didn’t know how he could think about lunch with a dead body – and the traumatized spirit that belonged to that body – in the room. “Well, under your transgressions list you have quite a few entries.”

“Such as?”

“Well, it says here you put fifteen witnesses on the stand even though you knew they were going to perjure themselves,” I replied.

Stan looked incensed. “I did no such thing!”

“Then there’s that whole sleeping with your best friend’s wife.”

“I went to confession for that!”

“Each time?” Aidan asked. “You have to go each time.”

Stan worried his lower lip with his teeth. “That wasn’t made clear to me. That’s not fair. I thought going once was a blanket confession that would absolve me of all of my sins.”

“Did you do the required penance?” Aidan pressed.

“Of course I did.” Stan was scandalized.

“That’s not what the file says. The file says you were supposed to say fifty Hail Marys, but that you didn’t say any of them.”

“The priest still absolved me of my sins,” Stan argued. “You can’t possibly be telling me that fifty Hail Marys are standing between me and Heaven. I’ll do them right now, if that’s the case.”

“It doesn’t work that way,” I said.

“It also doesn’t count if you don’t do the penance,” Aidan shot back. “While you’re still alive, that is. Aisling, seriously, enough with this crap. Let’s just absorb him and go.”

“I want to speak to your superior,” Stan said. “You can’t be the last word on where my fate lies.”

“We’re not even the first word,” I answered. “We’re just grunts. The list comes from higher up and we just follow it. We’re really just the last word.”

“Higher up where?” Stan didn’t look convinced.

That was too long of a conversation for this particular moment. “Just higher up.”

“Well, I still want to speak to your superior.” Stan was adamant.

“We can arrange that,” Aidan said, getting to his feet. “You have to come with us, though, and then we’ll have to make an appointment for you.”

“And how soon can I get this appointment?” Stan asked, new hope flitting across his face.

“I think the current wait time is seventy-five years,” Aidan said. I had no idea whether he was telling the truth.

“Well, that’s not fair,” Stan complained. “I demand an immediate appeal.”

I glanced at Aidan, waiting for his response. His world-class charm obviously wasn’t working today.

“We can arrange that.”

“And how soon will my argument be heard?”

“I think the current time frame is eighty-five years,” Aidan replied. He was clearly bored with the direction of the conversation, his mind already focused on the hamburger in his future.

Stan’s mouth dropped open in horror. “So, you’re saying my only options are to go with you, climbing into some weird scepter of death and spending fifty years in Purgatory making up for my crimes or wait seventy-five years to plead my case?”

“Pretty much,” Aidan said, nonplussed, “although, you don’t climb into the scepter.”

“That’s something, I guess,” Stan said, shuffling uncomfortably.

“The scepter just absorbs your soul,” Aidan added.

Terror flitted across Stan’s bland features. “Absorbs?”

“It’s not as gross as it sounds,” I offered.

“Oh, okay,” Stan said. “Um, just give me a second to get ready. It’s going to be fine. I’ll wake up in a few minutes and everything will be fine.”

“Of course.” Clearly my approach was getting us nowhere.

Stan started pacing his apartment, stopping at each photo frame to give it a long gaze. I thought it was kind of sweet. He wanted to get a last look at his loved ones. Maybe he wasn’t such a bad guy after all?

Stan was completing his circuit, moving back toward the open bedroom door when he suddenly disappeared into the living room. I glanced at Aidan worriedly. “What do you think he’s doing?”

“He’s probably running,” Aidan replied, his disinterest evident.

“Shouldn’t we stop him?”

“He’s your charge,” Aidan reminded me. “I’m just here to supervise.”

“This sucks,” I grumbled, moving into the living room to make sure Stan didn’t try to run. I shouldn’t have worried. He was standing at the door of his apartment, trying to turn the door handle so he could escape into the hallway. He clearly didn’t realize that he could simply walk through the door because he was stymied by the fact that his hand just kept moving through the handle harmlessly. That was a small favor.

I opened my mouth in an attempt to talk him down once more, but Aidan shook his head to dissuade me. He was right – and I knew it. I sighed, pulling the sterling silver scepter – shaped like a snake with ruby red eyes (don’t ask) – out of my jacket pocket and pointed it at Stan.

The scepter lit up, emitting a bright flash of light, and I could see Stan’s spirit start to break up as it filtered into the scepter. The last look he managed to muster was one of abject terror before he completely disappeared.

“Well, that went well,” I said finally.

“That’s not what Dad is going to say,” Aidan replied.

He was right. I scowled as I imagined the diatribe I was sure to be on the receiving end of later tonight. It sucks when your Dad is also your boss.

“You want lunch?” Aidan asked. He didn’t look too worried about the ass-chewing we were sure to get in a few hours.

“Make sure it’s some place we can get drinks, too.”

“We’re Irish,” Aidan laughed. “That’s a given.”

I followed him out of Stan Parker’s apartment without a backward glance. This was turning into a terrible first day of work.

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True Blood comes to an end on Sunday and I can’t help but feel … relieved.

The show, which started as a dark and dirty guilty pleasure seven seasons ago, is not exactly going out on top of its game.

Let’s face it, when True Blood landed and took the country by storm, it was a wild ride full of sex and blood. There were colorful sets, multifaceted characters and outrageous situations. What we’re dealing with now isn’t even a shadow of the show’s formal greatness.

I had to laugh at Sunday’s preview for the finale: Will it end with true love or the true death?

I would love for it to end with true death – for Bill and Sookie. I cannot take one more second of Bill’s maudlin flashbooks, his moody stare or his martyr complex so he can sacrifice himself so he won’t saddle Sookie with Rosebilly’s baby.

As bad as Bill is, though, Sookie is worse. She mourned Tara for 15 seconds. She spent months with Alcide, watched him die trying to protect her, and then hopped in the sack with veiny Bill in less than a week. Where is her rooting value?

I have no doubt that Bill and Sookie will get their “happily ever after.” It makes me want to gag, but the writing is on the wall.

And, before I hear from aggressive Eric fans, he doesn’t belong with Sookie either. She’s like an albatross around the neck of every man she’s been paired with on the show. Eric does not want to settle down. He doesn’t want to be domestic. He might want to “win” – but the life Sookie wants is not the life that Eric wants. So, no, they don’t belong together either.

Quite frankly, when it comes down to it, I’m not watching Sunday’s finale to find out how Sookie and Bill get their happy ending. All I care about right now is Jason, Jessica, Lafayette and Hoyt.

The writers did a huge disservice to the bulk of the secondary characters this season, but what they did to Tara was downright criminal. The original character met a bloody death – off screen – and then served as her mother’s V-fueled hallucination for a few episodes, finally digging an old gun out of the dirt and leaving. Nice.

Of course, poor Sam’s story wasn’t much better. After giving up his bar to be mayor (what qualifies him for that position again?), his pregnant girlfriend (who he fell in love with in five minutes -- a five minutes where he should have been mourning the death of the girlfriend before her-- last season) was kidnapped by rabid vamps. After saving her, she gave him an ultimatum and left town. Then, in a flashback sequence while reading a letter (completely disrespectful for an original character, by the way) Sam just took off and left town in the penultimate episode.

Another slap in the face to fans.

Lafayette turned a straight vampire gay and then helped Tara’s mom dig in the dirt.

Eric and Pam got some cool scenes – especially Pam’s Russian Roulette round Eric’s assault on Sarah Newlin. However their flashback sequences were just as boring as Bill's -- and Pam's nonreaction to Tara's death felt a little insulting.

The only characters that got any decent story were Jason, Jessica and Hoyt.

Jason has been a favorite of mine since the first season (Tara finding him in the freezer with a steak on his junk and his subsequent trip to the hospital was hilarious). As a fan of the books, Jason was always one of my least favorite characters. On the show, though, Jason was often the only reason to watch. He was an idiot – but he somehow managed to get things done and help despite the fact that he’s an idiot.

I wasn’t so sure about Jessica’s story at the beginning of the season. I saw no chemistry between her and James and watching her guilt over killing Andy’s fairy kids manifest as obsession was painful. Unlike a lot of other people, I never wanted Jason and Jessica to settle down. Jason strikes me as the type of guy that’s going to have kids – and he’ll probably be a good father – and Jessica can’t give him kids.

Jessica also wants a guy who’s going to be loyal to her, and Jason just isn’t capable of it. He’s loyal in his

own way, but he can’t commit to one woman. It’s just not who he is.

I was actually crushed when they sent Hoyt away. His romance with Jessica – especially in the second season – was so heart-warming and sweet I couldn’t help but love them. I honestly thought that Jessica and Hoyt were done for good after what happened – but the way the writers brought Hoyt back (and had him dispatch Violet) was some of their best writing all season. I can only hope Hoyt and Jason find a way to be friends again in the finale.

I have no idea if there is going to be a big death in the finale. True Blood always liked to be controversial – so maybe the writers will really kill Bill. I honestly don’t think so, though. The writers made Sookie and Bill the central love story – and they’re the couple who will be the centerpiece of the finale.

Looking back on True Blood, I can’t help but be thankful for the earlier seasons as I try to forget the horrible writing from the latter seasons. Even with all that disappointment, though, I can’t hate a show that gave me eye candy like Alcide, Jason and Eric – even if the writing ruined the show’s overall legacy at the end.

What do you think? Will you miss True Blood?

It’s that time of year again, and the new television season is quickly approaching.

So, when does your favorite show return this fall?

Sept. 3

The League, 10 p.m., FXX

Sept.  7

Sunday Night Football, 8 p.m., NBC

Utopia, 8 p.m., FOX

Boardwalk Empire, 9 p.m., HBO

Sept. 9

Sons of Anarchy, 10 p.m., FOX

Sept. 10

Hell’s Kitchen, 8 p.m., FOX

Sept. 11

The Biggest Loser, 8 p.m., NBC

Thursday Night Football, 8 p.m., CBS

Sept. 15

Dancing With the Stars, 8 p.m., ABC

Sept. 16

New Girl, 9 p.m., FOX

The Mindy Project, 9:30 p.m., FOX

Sept. 17

Red Band Society, 9 p.m., FOX

10 p.m., The Mysteries of Laura, NBC

Sept. 21

60 Minutes, 7 p.m., CBS

Madam Secretary, 8 p.m., CBS

The Good Wife, 9 p.m., CBS

Sept. 22

The Big Bang Theory, 8 p.m., CBS

Gotham, 8 p.m., FOX

The Voice, 8 p.m., NBC

Scorpion, 9 p.m., CBS

Sleepy Hollow, 9 p.m., FOX

The Blacklist, 10 p.m., NBC

Forever, 10 p.m., ABC

Sept. 23

NCIS, 8 p.m., CBS

The Voice (Results), 8 p.m., NBC

Marvel’s Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D., 9 p.m., ABC

NCIS: New Orleans, 9 p.m., CBS

Awkward, 10 p.m., MTV

Chicago Fire, 10 p.m., NBC

Person of Interest, 10 p.m., CBS

Faking It, 10:30 p.m., MTV

Sept. 24

The Middle, 8 p.m., ABC

Survivor, 8 p.m., CBS

The Goldbergs, 8:30 p.m., ABC

Law & Order: SVU, 9 p.m., NBC

Modern Family, 9 p.m., ABC

Black-ish, 9:30 p.m., ABC

Chicago P.D., 10 p.m., NBC

Nashville, 10 p.m., ABC

Sept. 25

Bones, 8 p.m., FOX

Grey’s Anatomy, 8 p.m., ABC

Scandal, 9 p.m., ABC

How to Get Away With Murder, 10 p.m., ABC

Parenthood, 10:30 p.m., NBC

Sept. 26

The Amazing Race, 8 p.m., CBS

Dateline NBC, 8 p.m., NBC

Shark Tank, 9 p.m., ABC

Hawaii Five-0, 9 p.m., CBS

20/20, 10 p.m., ABC

Blue Bloods, 10 p.m., CBS

Sept. 27

48 Hours, 10 p.m., CBS

Sept. 28

Once Upon a Time, 8 p.m., ABC

The Simpsons, 8 p.m., FOX

Brooklyn Nine-Nine, 8:30 p.m., FOX

Family Guy, 9 p.m., FOX

Resurrection, 9 p.m., ABC

CSI, 10 p.m., CBS

Revenge, 10 p.m., ABC

Sept. 29

Mom, 8:30 p.m., CBS

Castle, 10 p.m., ABC

NCIS: Los Angeles, 10 p.m., CBS

Sept. 30

Selfie, 8 p.m., ABC

Manhattan Love Story, 8:30 p.m., ABC

Happyland, 11 p.m., MTV

Oct. 1

Criminal Minds, 9 p.m., CBS

Stalker, 10 p.m., CBS

Oct. 2

The Vampire Diaries, 8 p.m., CW

Bad Judge, 9 p.m., NBC

Gracepoint, 9 p.m., FOX

Reign, 9 p.m., CW

A to Z, 9:30 p.m., NBC

Oct. 3

Last Man Standing, 8 p.m., ABC

Oct. 5

America’s Funniest Home Videos, 7 p.m., ABC

Bob’s Burgers, 7:30 p.m., FOX

Homeland, 9 p.m., Showtime

Mulaney, 9:30 p.m., FOX

Oct. 6

The Originals, 8 p.m., CW

Oct. 7

The Flash, 8 p.m., CW

Supernatural, 9 p.m., CW

Oct. 8

Arrow, 8 p.m., CW

Kingdom,  9 p.m., DirecTV

Oct. 10

Cristela, 8:30 p.m., ABC

Oct. 12

The Walking Dead, 9 p.m., AMC

The Affair, 10 p.m., Showtime

Oct. 13

Jane The Virgin, 9 p.m., CW

Oct. 14

Marry Me, 9 p.m., NBC

About a Boy, 9:30 p.m., NBC

Oct. 22

The 100, 9 p.m., CW

Oct. 24

Grimm, 9 p.m., NBC

Constantine, 10 p.m., NBC

Oct. 27

2 Broke Girls, 8 p.m., CBS

Oct. 30

The Millers, 8:30 p.m., CBS

Two and a Half Men, 9 p.m., CBS

The McCarthys, 9:30 p.m., CBS

Elementary, 10 p.m., CBS

One of the happiest weeks of the year is upon us as Discovery Channel kicks off the 27^th annual Shark Week extravaganza on Sunday.

I love sharks – and shark movies. I love the good ones (Jaws), the bad ones (Bait) and the completely outrageous ones (Shark Night). I have shark slippers, jewelry and T-shirts. So, of course, Shark Week is a big deal for me.

This year’s schedule is full of new offerings at night – and repeats of older shows during the day. And, for the second year in a row, Discovery is hosting the live Shark After Dark program – which brings guests together with comedian Josh Wolf – to talk about each night’s entertainment roundup.

Last year, millions of fans joined in and live Tweeted Shark After Dark – which airs at 11 p.m. nightly --  making the show a runaway success.

After the scathing dress down the Discovery Channel got for airing a mockumentary about the existence of the extinct Megalodon last year (only running a brief disclaimer at the beginning of the show and then presenting the mockumentary as fact), it doesn’t look like producers are backing off their approach (which saw millions of viewers) because a follow-up is scheduled.

Discovery Channel wisely bumped the follow-up off the opening night, though, and buried it later in the week, though.

So what is Discovery offering this year?

Sunday

Air Jaws: Fin of Fury (8 p.m.): Using incredible new cameras and high tech underwater gadgetry, Shark

Filmmaker Jeff Kurr and his team embark on a worldwide mission to track down the missing “mega-shark” Colossus.

Shark of Darkness: Wrath of Submarine (9 p.m.): Said to be the deadliest great white shark of all time, “Submarine” is a 30-foot great white that has terrorized the shores of South Africa for decades. Locals believe that this shark is responsible for countless fatal attacks, but its existence has never been proven.

Monday

Jaws Strikes Back (9 p.m.): Marine biologist Greg Skomal and the sharkcam team travel to the remote Pacific Island of Guadalupe to film the hunting behavior of the largest great white sharks on Earth.

Monster Hammerhead (10 p.m.): For the past 60 years, reports of a monster hammerhead clocking in at more than 20 feet long have circulated throughout Florida. Now a team of scientists and anglers explore the waters of the world’s largest hammerheads to see if these stories could be true.

Tuesday

Alien Sharks: Return to the Abyss (9 p.m.): Shark researchers investigate the ocean’s darkest depths in

search of shark specials that have never been seen before on camera and get a glimpse of the elusive ghost shark.

Lair of the Mega Shark (10 p.m.): Shark experts Jeff Kurr and Andy Casagrande head to New Zealand to investigate the sightings of a 20-foot great white shark, which leads them to the nocturnal feeding ground of a “mega-shark.”

Wednesday

Zombie Sharks (9 p.m.): Shark Diver and conservationist Eli Martinez explores a catatonic zombie-like state in sharks called “tonic immobility” and sets out to solve a mystery of predators using it on massive great whites.

Spawn of Jaws: The Birth (10 p.m.): Dr. Michael Domeier continues his quest to unlock one of the greatest shark mysteries: the location of great white pupping grounds. This two-year mission follows the journey of a pregnant great white called Gil Rakers as she prepares to give birth.

Thursday

I Escaped Jaws 2 (9 p.m.): Shark attack victims recount their harrowing near-death experiences and reveal how they escaped with their lives.

Sharkageddon (10 p.m.): Massive tiger sharks and other predatory species are invading the shores of Hawaii. After a spike in attacks, including two fatalities, Hawaiian native and surf-legend Kala Alexander sets out to uncover the truth behind what’s disrupting the Hawaiian food chain.

Friday

Megalodon: The New Evidence (10 p.m.): Collin Drake returns to share new details of his case and present the shocking new evidence of the existence of Megalodon, an enormous prehistoric shark that could still be roaming the oceans.

Saturday

Great White Matrix (9 p.m.): Shark attack survivor Paul de Gelder and Andy Casagrande head deep into the shark-infested waters of Australia to investigate a series of bizarre shark attacks and capture the great white bite on camera.

Sharksanity (10 p.m.): A look at the most insane bites, strikes and close calls from Shark Week 2014. Plus your picks for the five crazies Shark Week moments ever.

So, what do you think? Are you looking forward to Shark Week?