Blurb:
Humans never
knew how magic folks party. Until now.
Halloween is
Christmas on steroids if you’re of a magical persuasion, which isn’t my claim
to fame. I’m more of an apprentice of sorts. Oh, not to be magical, that’s a
born-with-it talent, but when I started waiting tables at a local pier bar, at
sixteen, guess who discovered she won the world’s weirdest and most exclusive
lottery? I, Cleopatra O’Keefe, am a Keeper.
Which will
probably kill me sooner rather than later.
Now I’m
fixin’ to debut as a bartender on my twenty-first birthday—which falls on
Halloween—in the magical’s hidden bar, serving drinks that could kill me if
they explode. Yikes. Lined up for the party are Greek gods, big scary shifters,
and witches with crap attitudes. Add in a bunch of huge blue mer people with
long, lethal knives and a herd of tiny fairies with murderous skills. Easy
peasy, right?
Magicals
barely tolerate humans, except for one speedo-clad god who has the serious hots
for me. I swear, if I survive the night, it’ll be a miracle with a side of
mayhem.
Good thing
I’ve got a magic book and an attitude. I’ll need both.
My
review:
How Patra becomes a Keeper. I giggle snorted my way through the madness that Patra’s life
has become. Magic, trials and over-sized er personalities and she embraces it
all.
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I'm so glad you enjoyed the story of Patra's wild, fun, and funny beach bar.
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