Demon slaying powers should come with an instruction book.
Seriously. Why does a new hair dryer have a twelve-page how-to manual, but when it comes to ancient demon-fighting magic, my biker witch grandma just gives me half a dozen switch stars and a rah-rah speech? Oh, and a talking terrier, but that's another story. It's not like my job as a preschool teacher prepared me for this kind of thing.
So I've decided to write my own manual, The Dangerous Book for Demon Slayers. Because—frankly—I need all the help I can get.
Dimitri, my "protector," may be one stud of a shape-shifting griffin, but he's no match for the soul-stealing succubi taking over Las Vegas. My biker witch friends are being corrupted from the inside. And if I can't figure out how to save my guy, my friends—and Sin City—there'll be hell to pay.
