Eastside Hedge Witch (Midlife Supernaturals #1)

 Look, no one expects to run into a hellhound on their pre-dawn jog in the Seattle suburbs. Not even me, and I've got a long history with those stinky mutts and their master. But there it was, sniffing around my neighbor's begonias like some lost puppy instead of a harbinger of my past catching up with me.

I'd spent twenty years building a nice, bland life in the suburbs. I'm on the Parent Teacher Student Association, for crying out loud! I bake. I garden. I'm just another widow raising my teenage daughter. At least, that's what I wanted everyone to believe. The truth is, I used to be the Devil's chosen one, his intended Harbinger of the Apocalypse. But I got out, faked my death, and ran with some very dangerous grimoires he desperately wants back.

Now Hell's minions are prowling my neighborhood, and I've got bigger problems than planning the next PTSA fundraiser. Like the archangel of the Pacific Northwest showing up at my door - Gabriel Crowfoot, who's as irritatingly attractive as he is suspicious of my past. Then there's Phyr, this mysterious fae prince who seems to know way too much about me, stirring up memories I didn't even know existed.

Here's the thing about running from your past - it has a way of catching up with you. Now I'm discovering I'm not just a witch, but something my mother feared. My daughter Jada's demigod powers are emerging, and every supernatural creature in Seattle seems to be choosing sides. I've got vampires trying to drag me back to Hell, angels watching my every move, and a gaggle of pixies who won't stop following me around.

I could run again, start over somewhere new. But I'm tired of hiding who I am. My daughter deserves better than a life on the run, and honestly? I've worked too hard on my garden to abandon it now. Besides, I make a mean strawberry scone, and the PTSA would be lost without me.

So here I am, a suburban mom with a Hell of a problem, trying to figure out how to protect my kid, keep my secrets, and maybe save the world instead of destroying it. Just don't expect me to miss the next bake sale while I'm doing it.

A girl's got to have priorities, right?