All Andie Taylor wants is a normal life...
Andie Taylor is your average single mom. She's got a beautiful toddler, a great job at the local preschool, a neurotic best friend and one huge secret—she used to hunt vampires. Now retired, Andie would much rather be wiping kid snot off her clothes than stalking the undead.
But after a meteor rips through her small town, strange things start happening—like the school janitor is found dead with fang marks in his neck.
Andie's retired, it's not her problem.
Until vampires attack Andie on her front lawn. Now she has to figure out who the head bloodsucker is and stop him from taking any more victims—all while juggling single motherhood, a crazy great aunt and Andie's own lust for a fallen angel. Can she solve the mystery before the vampires claim someone else? Or will she become the next target of the bloodsuckers?
Don't miss this first book in a brand new series by the author of the Bless Your Witch series.
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“Expect the unexpected, especially when it comes to relatives.”
—The Witch’s Handbook
My great aunt Dot decided to poof into my life at the exact same time I was talking my best friend down from the comet-pocalypse that was about to hit our town.
Literally—on both fronts.
I waved away a shimmering cloud of silver dust and came face to face with a pink-haired, feather jacket wearing seventy-year-old.
That’s right, I said feathers.
I placed a hand over the receiver. “I’ve told you a thousand times I don’t want magic worked in my house.”
“Andie, get off the phone. We’ve got bigger fish to fricassee.” Aunt Dot pulled off a pair of purple feather gloves and tossed them on a side table beside my trendy turquoise front door.
“I’m not getting off the phone, and keep it down, you’ll wake Gabby.”
Dot’s blue eyes sparkled. “Oh? Where is the little munchkin?”
I nodded toward the bedroom. “In there. Sound a sleep,” I wagged a finger at her. “Don’t you change that.”
My newly acquired geriatric companion shuffled off to not wake my two-year-old daughter, who happened to be the love of my life. I sighed and put the phone back to my ear.
Kate panted into the line. “It’s the end of the world, Andie! I just know it.”
I grimaced. Kate McCall, my best friend and cohort in crime, pierced my eardrum with her shrieks of the apocalypse.
“It’s not the end of the world,” I said soothingly.
“Go look. Missy Burke’s already rode down my street calling it that. If she says it’s the end, then it probably is. That woman’s got her finger on the pulse of this town.”
“More like her nose up its rear end,” I said.
“Andie. Be nice.” Kate thought about that for a moment. “Nevermind. I love you snarky.”
I opened my front door and stepped out. Boards in desperate need of a fresh coat of paint creaked under my feet. “I don’t see anything. I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
A shiny full sized Ford pickup truck grunted down Cedar street in my small hometown of Normal, Alabama. The driver bared down on the horn, threw her head out of the window and yelled, “It’s the end of the world, y’all! The Lord’s coming in a comet to set y’all straight.”
Missy Burke was nothing if not informative. Dark hair trailed behind her like snakes as the wind whipped across her face.
She pointed at me. “Say your prayers, Andie Taylor. The Lord sees you.”
I gave a friendly wave. “He sees you, too, scaring the good folks in this town half to death. You should be ashamed of yourself, Missy.”