Rule number one of romance-don’t poison the girl.
You’d think it’s a simple rule, right?
Apparently not for my new vampire boyfriend. Only, I don’t eat the cookies he had delivered. My best friend’s boyfriend does.
We rush Danny to the hospital only to find my captain and the chief of police already there investigating some murders.
Yes. With an s. Someone is hunting fae.
As if that’s not enough stress-my mother comes to visit because it’s Halloween. My anaconda-impersonating mother who wants to squeeze the life right out of me with her suggestions and critiques.
Did I mention mommy dearest is fae?
And likes to stick her nose where it doesn’t belong?
Where did those cookies go? I might need one to put myself out of my misery.