My story began when a vampire I dubbed Mr. Nasty-Face sent me on a crazy, impossible task to fix his mis-Turnment of a certain succubus. Easy, right? Yeah, then I ran into the skunk who would change my life (and spray me, but let's forget that memory). Once I got to Assjacket, well, let's just say I ended up with the teenager who wasn't—a kind of happily-while-you're-here scenario. Now my teen is a grown woman with a Highlander for a lover, and I'm left to deal with Gigi. She wants me to find her a happily-for-real-ever-after and I've still got to solve my problems.
So to be clear, all I have to do is undo the unbreakable, pair the unpairable, and keep my man happy. One out of three isn't bad. I'm a witch singer, not a dang miracle worker.
Just sing at a couple of weddings, the Baba Yaga said, it'll be fun, she said, it'll solve all your problems…except no weddings are possible with the witched away brides
