I’m the new fae Judge? You’ve got to be kidding me.
I have enough problems in my life. I’m part unseelie. You know what that means? It means half of me is a decent, law-abiding fae. The other half is a front-page serial killer waiting to happen.
I’m a PI in New Orleans. It’s the only job I can really handle. Be my own boss. Drink all I want. Live the dream. Then, one night, I’m confronted by a talking dagger from Netherwood—the realm of the fae. It tells me I’m the new Judge and that it’s my duty to “render Final Judgement on those who break their Oaths.” Why do we even need magical oaths in the first place?
Then I land a case. Seems straightforward. A witch on her honeymoon. Husband goes missing. He’s probably with another woman, or dead. Either way, it’s easy money.
Except it isn’t. The clues are leading me in all different directions, most of which involve people wanting to kill me. Nothing about this case adds up, but one thing is clear:
Being the Judge doesn’t mean I’m in control. It means I have a target on my back…one I may not survive. $0.99 on Kindle.
