Take one recently deceased Voodoo Priestess who refuses to believe she's mortality-impaired…
Add one tall, dark, mysterious Bloodsucker who's developed a ragin' allergy to blood and all things plasma-related…
Mix in a half-Witch/half-Voodoo Priestess with her own Detective Agency, a one-eyed, talking Black Cat who wants to be a stand-up comedian, and a partner who's been kidnapped by a backwater, hillbilly family of Otter Shifters from the wrong side of the swamp…
And you've just entered the hell that is my life.
Some days you're the pin. Some days you're the voodoo doll…
And some days there's not enough coffee or chocolate in the whole wide world to deal with the shenanigans that fall from the sky like bird poop on a freshly washed car.
Goddess, send help, I feel like a pin cushion.
