That’s my life now, and I’m pretty sure it’s gonna be my death, too. Until the night a mysterious, mind-blowingly hot, total a--hole Slayborn soldier shows up. Until every last Slayborn orphan I know is slaughtered in my parents’ old house. Until I’m told that the very bastard who murdered them is raising an army. And if the dregs of the Slayborn have any hope of surviving? We have to raise one, too. But everything isn’t what it seems...dirty bathroom sex, old betrayals, an ancient faerie feud, eerie Irish magic—yeah, it’s a lot to take in. But war’s on the horizon, and I’m sure as hell not gonna sit this one out.
And yes, our heroine is a boozy, violent, potty-mouthed b--yatch who isn’t afraid to get her hands—and various other parts—dirty. Doesn’t suit you? No prob. Door’s over there. **