Warning: This book is a humorous urban fantasy with a little bit of sass, a smidgen of romance, and a whole new set of game-changing powers.
When the hunter becomes the hunted
Typical days in my life are anything but “typical”. Dangling from roof rafters and dodging supernaturally thrown bottles of Moët & Chandon have become just some of the fabulous job perks of being a specialized reaper for Hell.
I spend my days hunting down marked ghosts destined for the fiery pits of the afterlife. But when it’s me who suddenly becomes the one hunted? Well, nothing at all in the job description had prepared me for that.
Women across the city are turning up dead, and they all share one thing in common: Irish descent.
Lucky me.
Despite the coroner’s reports marking each death as a suicide, facts are quickly piling up, suggesting these demises are less self-inflicted and more a case of foul play. Someone is on the prowl to find an ancient Celtic prophecy, and I fit the Chosen One criteria.
Now it’s my booty in need of saving before the newest obituary to hit the morning paper is my own.