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Life’s tough as an Elf girl stranded in Earth’s realm.
When a jaguar shifter approached me in a dark alley and told me the fate of the world depended on recovering a thousand-year-old gold statue, I said no thank you.
Enter stalker werewolves in a black Mercedes, a master magician leaving a calling card on my doorstep, and hordes of demons attacking the Pentagon.
All I wanted was to tend to my landscaping business. But it seemed every paranormal in Washington thought I knew where that statue was. And they were rude about it.
Being rude is a capital crime where I came from.
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