"This one’s for readers who love fast paced urban fantasy with a clever twist. Kitsune mythology, Strigoi drama, and ghost hauntings wrapped in wit, attitude, and emotional grit. Tai Jotun is a lead worth following into any kind of chaos, and the supporting cast? Chef’s kiss. It never drags, never dulls. Just the kind of ride you cancel plans for." Five Stars, Sarita - Goodreads
Just when Tai Jotun is starting to come to grips with her Kitsune heritage, life throws her more curveballs than an MLB playoff. The ghost of her dead cousin is following her around and wreaking havoc on the renovations at the club. Her grandmother Inari's idea of help gives her a headache, and now she has to learn to control her Strigoi powers on top of everything else.
Join Tai, Nico, and Magoo as they navigate contractors, heartbreak, and the undead.
All I wanted was a moment to myself. Being back in High School was exhausting. I groaned, contemplating the absurdity of the situation. Having to take summer school classes was lame at the best of times. But taking a High School class when you were eight-plus years out of school was even worse. Especially when it was a class I had technically already passed. Technically. By the skin of my teeth. Which, if I am to understand correctly, is a trait of certain gnomes. Not sure which ones, though.
Genre: Urban Fantasy
Just when Tai Jotun is starting to come to grips with her Kitsune heritage, life throws her more curveballs than an MLB playoff. The ghost of her dead cousin is following her around and wreaking havoc on the renovations at the club. Her grandmother Inari's idea of help gives her a headache, and now she has to learn to control her Strigoi powers on top of everything else.
Join Tai, Nico, and Magoo as they navigate contractors, heartbreak, and the undead.
All I wanted was a moment to myself. Being back in High School was exhausting. I groaned, contemplating the absurdity of the situation. Having to take summer school classes was lame at the best of times. But taking a High School class when you were eight-plus years out of school was even worse. Especially when it was a class I had technically already passed. Technically. By the skin of my teeth. Which, if I am to understand correctly, is a trait of certain gnomes. Not sure which ones, though.
Genre: Urban Fantasy
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