Dragons don’t exist. Someone should tell the one currently committing murder.
Tovah Silver walked into a black-tie New Year’s gala on the easiest job of her career. She walked out an eyewitness.
Then a client hires her agency, Mad Queens Inc., to prove somebody stole his magic and used it to kill the man she watched die. Best case she’s been handed in weeks—though she’s about sixty percent sure her client’s lying.
Not a deal-breaker.
She just has to pull it off without the magic cops sniffing out the very illegal second magic all four Queens are hiding.
Oh, and a judgy mirror has a message Tovah can’t shake: someone she loves is lying, and that lie has teeth. Find out who before it eats her alive.
None of that is half as dangerous as Nikolai Azarov. Golem maker, professional irritant, inconveniently hot—and her brother’s best friend. Six weeks ago, Nikolai kissed her like the rest of the world was background noise, then walked away before either of them could call it anything.
Now she can’t decide whether she wants him out of her way—or up against the nearest wall.
The world’s got a script for women over forty; Tovah just tore hers up.
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Deborah Wilde is a global wanderer and hopeless romantic. After twelve years as a screenwriter, she was also a total cynic with a broken edit button, so, she jumped ship, started writing funny, sexy, urban fantasy and paranormal women’s fiction novels, and never looked back.
She loves writing smart, flawed, wisecracking women who can solve a mystery, kick supernatural butt, banter with hot men, and still make time for their best female friend, because those were the women she grew up around and admired. Granted, her grandmother never had to kill a demon at her weekly friend lunches, but Deborah is pretty sure she could have.
tl;dr Pick up a Deborah Wilde book and enjoy magic, sparks, and snark!