My name is Emery Bryson. I’m a mommy blogger. Ordinary, typical. And I liked it that way.
Until the day came when my father called me and my sisters home and dropped a bomb on us…
I have a legacy that is more than raising my eight-year-old daughter. Now, I’m being forced to police murderous old gods, preternatural gangsters, and wicked fairy godmothers who are determined to kill each other until a new pecking order is established. On top of that mountain of drama, I also have to wrangle a pint-sized fey advisor who’d rather booze it up than do his job of keeping me alive.
So, who’s stuck with all this, then?
Me. Fifty-year-old, average me.
As if 3rd grade math wasn’t already kicking my ass.
And oh, yeah, my chief competitor mom blogger dies with my banana muffin frosting on her lips. So now I’ve gotta solve that case before my perfectly crafted life crumbles in a shamble of old forgotten lies and new ugly truths.