Featuring a slow burn shifter romance and intelligent snark, this clever mix of urban fantasy and mystery will take you on a wild ride. Vanquisher of evil. Wrangler of offspring. Seriously in need of a coffee. Miriam Feldman’s life is happily bobbing along. Her family and close friends support her magic and things are getting interesting with the wolf shifter. But smooth sailing turns to shark-infested waters when she plumbs the dark depths of her past to investigate her parents’ last con. Being chum was never on her bucket list. In comparison, Miri’s new assignment should be easy: track down a demon to check a necklace for dark magic. Of course, nothing about demons is simple and she finds herself forced to strike hard bargains with both demon hunters and an ancient vampire. Awesome. The farther out she drifts seeking answers, the tighter she’s caught in a net of secrets, lies, and deadly revelations. And this time, she might not break free. Just keep swimming … Fans of Jana DeLeon, Robyn Peterman, and KF Breene, will adore Miri, a smart older heroine with zero effs left to give! ~ I hovered my finger over Laurent’s contact. He’d become a close friend. I could call him if I wanted to, but before I could, I got a text from Military Marsha inquiring about my book club preparations. I screamed into a sofa cushion because I’d forgotten it was on Sunday. As in the day I was supposed to finally get it on with Laurent. I was never getting laid. My Hannukah bush would become a withered shrub, a mass of dead foliage, a desolate no-man’s-land. I’d wander around with it for forty years and then I’d die. I stabbed out a reply to Marsha that I had the preparations well in hand (versus what I really wanted in my hand or my mouth or really any part of me at this point), then texted Laurent that I wouldn’t be able to see him on Sunday because I’d be too exhausted from hosting book club. He didn’t respond and I figured, whatever, one more person blowing me off. I went to sleep in a huff and didn’t even touch my book. The last thing I expected was to be woken up ridiculously early by the wolf shifter knocking at my front door. He hadn’t shaved yet, his dark stubble as scruffy as his curls. He wore basketball shorts that ended just above his well-defined calves and the faded “Bite Me” T-shirt that I’d first seen him in. Never had I wanted to follow orders so badly. Yawning, I leaned against the door frame. “What are you doing here?” “Training,” he barked. “You woke me up to watch you work out?” I squinted at him, debating the merits of the idea. On the one hand, sleep. On the other, watching his muscles flex and clench, sweat rivulets rolling down the hard line of his body. Ooh, maybe I could provide him with a water bottle to douse over his head, necessitating the removal of his shirt. “Not my training. Yours.” Talk about bitter disappointment. “I think not.” Yawning, Sadie trundled down the stairs in her penguin pj’s, strands of hair escaping her braids. “Who comes over at 6AM?” “No one reasonable,” I said. “And definitely not anyone expecting me to exercise.” “Your mother has to learn to protect herself,” Laurent said. “Whatever,” my kid mumbled. “I’ll start the coffee since you’ve deprived me of my last hour of precious sleep. I’m sure exhaustion won’t affect my brain development or anything.” “Not any more than the caffeine will,” I said. “One shot of espresso only.” “Just because it’s early doesn’t mean you have to be a monster,” she said without heat. “It’s too early for this much chatter.” Laurent sounded pained. “Whose fault is that?” I planted my hands on my hips. “Seriously,” Sadie muttered. ~ Let’s get you reading!