Working at a sex & toy shop like Chinaman Joe’s Good Luck Parlor keeps Cassie in smokes and off the streets. It isn’t glamorous. But it’s a life. Then again, Cassie is just normal, not one of the blessed. No paranormal abilities, no telepathy, no pre-cognition. Normal. But when someone kills Cassie’s best friend in the alley behind the store, the police start looking at her. Hard. Particularly when the Post-Cog on the case swears she’s involved, somehow. Then someone strangles a prostitute right there in the store. Cassie knows the cops are wrong about everything. She didn’t do it, and the deaths aren’t about drugs. But to prove them wrong Cassie has to stop the norse gods she didn’t know were real and prevent Ragnarok. Her life will never be the same.

A terrorist bomber threatens Minneapolis during the run-up to the Aquatennial. None of the Post-Cogs can get a fix on him: whenever the bomber arrives, the timelines get corrupted. Cassie has other problems, too. No one will hire her because of how she came into her abilities. Her life of bliss with her girlfriend Sam has soured. She's even fighting with Chinaman Joe. When Cassie discovers that the bomber moves like Hunter, the vet who claims ghosts taught him, she'll have to invoke the Norse gods—as well as any others who are listening—to stop the madmen determined to raise the dreaded Old Ones and create Hell on earth.

Cassie cannot turn away her most recent client. She needs the money. Though honestly, trying to find the woman's damned cat turns her stomach. But the client also carries a rose with her. It represents…something. Something destructive. Something apocalyptic. Something Cassie can't defend herself from. Not even with sarcasm. "Spoiled Harvest"—the third novel in this fast-paced urban fantasy series—pits Cassie against an order of monks who follow Zarathustra, more gods, and even more corporate machinations. Be sure to read all the kickass Cassie "Poisoned Pearls," "Tainted Waters," and "Bloodied Ice."