Wayward Daughter
Logan Ledoux, Monster Hunter extraordinaire at your service.
Did your eccentric aunt leave you a bad ass mansion that happens to be haunted by the malevolent spirit of a Victorian child?
Did you rescue a werewolf who was hit by a car because you thought it was a German Shepherd and now they think you’re their mate?
Did you happen to donate blood to a vampire posing as a phlebotomist And now they’ve gotten a taste for you?
If someone in Kansas bought another haunted doll at the antique road show, I’m going to need hazard pay to deal with it because the Governor has banned me from Kansas and the state police would love to arrest me.
If you’ve pissed off a witch, you’ve probably got it coming.
Call me, baby.
It all started thirty years ago when my mother shoved an ornate knife in my hands and stashed me in a trap door under the floor. The sounds I heard in that hole will forever haunt me. When my uncle came to let me out, there was blood all over the walls and my mom was missing. My uncle trained me to hunt monsters so nothing like that would ever happen to me and I could eventually figure out what happened to mom.
I’m getting close. I have to be.
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