by Rachel Rener
When Zayn, your smoking hot boss, tells you never to touch the cache of deluxe tattoo ink locked away in his office, you listen to him… until the day you run out of your own ink, your squirming client is on the verge of peeing his pants, and your boss is nowhere to be found.
I fully expected Zayn to yell at me when he returned. What I didn’t expect was the cobra tattoo on my client’s butt magically springing to life. Or the interdimensional filing cabinet hiding in the back of Zayn’s office. Not to mention that my gorgeous, magic-ink-hoarding boss is actually an incubus.
Now – through (mostly) no fault of my own – we have to venture into a strange and distant land where a never-ending list of lethal flora, fauna, and fae await us. When you add in my Jewish mother’s string of hysterical phone calls, there’s one thing I’m grateful for: there’s no cell service in the fae realm.
Category: Fantasy – Paranormal & Urban
by Rachel Rener
I keep telling myself things could be worse.
Okay, so my mom’s been harboring some hefty family secrets. Big deal.
And, yeah, maybe there are still two or three teensy details about Zayn that I don’t know – his backstory, his private life, or his real name, for starters.
Oh, and let’s not forget that there’s a bloodthirsty, power-hungry, magical mob boss who’s due to appear at any moment. No biggie.
So long as there are no more family bombshells, incubus-related heartbreaks, or unexpected, terrifying journeys into the Fae Realm, I’ll be completely fine. Because, as I’ve already reminded myself at least twelve times since breakfast, there’s no way things could possibly get worse.