My name is Bex Moore, and I help supernatural beings integrate into the human world. It's steady work, fulfilling, and only occasionally involves paperwork filling itself out wrong. As a powerless fae in a world full of magic, I can relate to my clients more than they know. Take, for instance, Mara Wolff, who just landed her dream job at a bakery downtown. She's talented, determined, and absolutely certain she has the full moon situation handled. She does not have the full moon situation handled. Now I've got a werewolf with a workplace problem, an HOA that's filing formal complaints, and something stirring in the town's copper seam that's drawing supernatural newcomers faster than I can process their paperwork. My vampire assistant is deeply offended by all of it. My poltergeist office manager "helps" by employing increasingly whacky filing methods and losing things I need left and right. They're both spectacularly useless, and the inbox isn't getting any emptier. It's a good thing the coffee next door is excellent. The man who makes it is annoyingly handsome and absolutely not a distraction from the chaos I need to handle. He is a little bit of a distraction.