Life’s tough as an Elf girl stranded in Earth’s realm.

When a jaguar shifter approached me in a dark alley and told me the fate of the world depended on recovering a thousand-year-old gold statue, I said no thank you.

Enter stalker werewolves in a black Mercedes, a master magician leaving a calling card on my doorstep, and hordes of demons attacking the Pentagon.

All I wanted was to tend to my landscaping business. But it seemed every paranormal in Washington thought I knew where that damned statue was. And they were rude about it.

Being rude was a capital crime where I came from.