Turns out, when a realtor says 'location, location, location!', they aren't going to mention the property is directly above a portal to Hell... I'm Eliza Grey, and my charming fixer-upper came with an unexpected a gateway to the infernal realms in the basement. So much for open-concept living. Now, instead of choosing tile patterns, I'm deciphering ancient runes. My real estate agent? Secretly a magical mentor. The grumpy handyman? A half-demon hunter with a penchant for brooding. And my new house? Let's just say it has opinions on my renovation choices. I've got to master my newfound magical abilities, navigate the bureaucratic nightmare that is Hell's Seven Boroughs, and find a mystical artifact before a demon lord uses my property as his personal welcome mat to world domination. Home improvement shows never prepared me for this. If I can survive magical training, outsmart Hell's henchmen, and keep my sanity (and my house) intact, I might just save the world. Although there's no telling what this will do for the resale value. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go sage my cutlery. In this house, you can never be too careful.

Fixing up an old Victorian seemed like a great fresh start. Sure, the house turned out to be sentient and came with a snarky talking cat who claims I'm his familiar (that's still up for debate). But hey, at least the grumpy half-demon electrician who thinks my magical skills are a disaster waiting to happen is nice to look at... Lucky us! The demon lord Asmodeus decided to corrupt our town's magical foundations and unleash his minions. Now I've got Shakespeare-quoting imps redecorating local businesses, my grandmother discovering an unhealthy love of magical explosives, and a prophecy claiming I'm the Chosen One. You know, because being a former corporate witch wasn't complicated enough. With the help of my best friend, an opinionated house, and one shockingly hot electrician, I have to figure out how to stop Asmodeus from turning our quaint coastal town into Hell's newest suburb. No pressure or anything. But just when I thought banishing a demon lord would be my biggest problem, we accidentally wake up something the founding families sealed away centuries ago. And this ancient horror? It's got secrets that could tear Saltcliff apart. At least the housing market can't get any worse. Right?

When you're known as the witch who helped banish a demon lord, career options get weird... I figured why not combine my magical talents with my home repair skills? Saltcliff's got enough haunted appliances and possessed plumbing to keep me busy. Plus, it's the perfect cover for investigating that ancient creature we accidentally freed. Here's the this supposedly-horrific monster isn't living up to its reputation. It's leaving polite notes declining Council intervention and reading romance novels after hours at the library. Not exactly the rampage you'd expect from an earth-shattering terror. While fixing cursed coffee makers and exorcising evil refrigerators, I've noticed some interesting patterns. The creature seems to be protecting certain couples in town. And the founding families' records have more holes than my first attempt at magical drywall repair. Then I discover an artifact that could reveal the truth, but the Council is suspicious of my investigation. Good thing I've got backup in the form of a best friend with connections to Saltcliff's supernatural underground, a grandmother who treats magical demolitions like an art form, and a smokin' hot half-demon electrician who keeps finding excuses to "help" with my jobs. I'm starting to think we got it all wrong about what's haunting this town. And the truth? It's going to rewrite everything we thought we knew about Saltcliff's history. At least my new business cards look great. "Hexes & We'll fix your home's supernatural problems without blowing it up." Usually.

Just when I thought I'd gotten the hang of this whole Gatekeeper thing, the universe decided to throw me another curveball. Because apparently, saving Saltcliff from dimensional collapse was just the warm-up act. Malphas might be gone, but his parting gift keeps on giving—demon essence woven so deep into the gate network that removing it could destroy everything I've worked to protect. And naturally, every supernatural power player on the eastern seaboard has decided now would be a great time to drop by for a 'friendly visit.' Nothing says vacation destination like corrupted interdimensional portals, am I right? Between research sessions that make my brain feel like scrambled eggs, romantic dinners that keep getting interrupted by assassination attempts, and Riley's increasingly dangerous experiments with dual bloodline magic, I'm starting to think my old corporate job wasn't so bad. At least the worst thing that could happen there was a hostile takeover, not a literal dimensional invasion. Now I've got seventy-two hours to master a cleansing ritual that hasn't been attempted in centuries, while supernatural delegations circle the island like sharks sensing blood in the water. The ritual requires a willing sacrifice, and guess who keeps volunteering? Here's a it's not me, which is apparently a problem. Good thing I've got Zane keeping me grounded (when his demon heritage isn't making him allergic to my magic), Astra organizing our defenses like a supernatural general, and Mimi providing commentary that could strip paint off a battleship. Because nothing says "family support" like your grandmother critiquing your life choices while loading enchanted ammunition. They say the devil's in the details, but in my case, the demon's in the network. And getting him out might just kill me.