Hillbillies and HellHounds
There’s never a dull day in Windy Ridge.
When I’m not trying to play mama to a restless and spirited teenager, I’m out in the woods trying to round up monsters.
And let’s not even bring up my love life—something that’s been nonexistent for years. That is until an old flame from high school decides to step back into my life. And my heart.
The only thing is… Sheriff Dean Hawke (the above-mentioned old flame) seems to be hiding his own secrets. Whenever I try to bring up his past, he deflects or ignores the subject altogether. And that’s definitely one of those things that makes you go hmmm…
Of course, I can’t think on the secretive sheriff for long. Not when things in Windy Ridge are getting downright infernal, with random fires popping up all over the danged place.
Quick to pick up the scent of the burning trail, I’ll find myself in the big city, the sheriff by my side, as we try to get to the bottom of the mystery of the burned-out remains of the Thatcher house.
In the process, I might just be able to put to bed one of the sheriff’s own mysteries.
All in a night’s work by Windy Ridge’s own vampire waitress and monster hunter…
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