Millicent Mandrake is a witch with a Prick and problem.
She’d argue that all Pricks are problems, but to be fair,
she’s never met another porcupine familiar. She wouldn’t
be in this mess if he hadn’t taken to crawling into her
seat at just the wrong time. The middle of Masters
Conjuring and she’d just wrought the best, most powerful
spell of her life--mortals would call it defending their
dissertation—and she sat on him. The stream of curses
that left her lips tore a hole in this dimension and
conjured a slick-talking, snappy dressing, horned hottie
named Ethelred.
Instead of being the answer she’d hoped for—making her
student loans disappear—he’s another problem. His magic
doesn’t work in this dimension and she has no idea how to
send him home. So she packs up her Prick, her problem,
her Ethelred, and all her worldly and otherworldly goods
in her purple ’86 SS Monte Carlo, and drives to
Assjacket, West Virginia in hopes of gaining an audience
with Baba Yaga, but she’s away visiting the 80’s.
When Millie tries to drown her sorrows in fairy juice,
she gets a different kind of audience, a hangover from
hell, and an idea that’s just crazy enough to work—a
strip club that caters to the supernatural. She’ll be
raking in the money in no time and her magic will be
safe.
Of course, nothing can be that easy in Assjacket—or even
just outside the county line. Some patrons are committing
strange crimes after leaving her club and she’s got ten
days to solve the mystery or face Baba Yaga’s wrath.
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