Forbidden fruit is sweet until you’ve taken a bite. Being the dud in my coven wasn’t a bad thing—until they decided to reevaluate our contributions. Without magic, I wielded a resting witch face and a smart mouth, but neither will save me on the next full moon. Having the last name Byrne could only get me so far. I was doomed. In my panic, I broke into the coven’s library, hoping to find a simple spell any idiot could do. Instead, I blew up half the building, destroyed the majority of the ancient texts, and ended up half naked in the office of the high priest. I thought that was bad. My stupidity unlocked the seals blocking my magic, and now I’m being hunted by every jerk in the supernatural world. With a price on my head, there’s only one option left if I am to survive: Learn everything I can from the cursed book that caused my downfall. Learn... or die trying. My name is Hazel Byrne. I am a witch. And I’m totally screwed.

Being hunted was the perfect excuse for a shopping spree. Just because I was going to die didn’t mean I couldn’t go down in style. My grandmother said it was idiotic. I didn’t agree ... until I came face to face with a demon and the bastard ate my Prada shirt. Like, who does that? You’d think he’d be into souls, not silk, right? But it could have something to do with my spastic magic. My rogue powers were what got me into this mess. And now I was shackled with River Blackman. In just a few hours, the arrogant male made me regret everything—including the day I was born. Unfortunately, my little fiasco with the fashion-munching demon came with a price, so I had to play nice with the high priest. The problem? River had secrets of his own. And if the skeletons in his closet were ever unleashed, we’d both wish we were dead. As if I needed more help in the kick-bucket department. I was just about ready to pitch a witch...

Just when I thought things were looking up, Fate had to kick me in the kidneys. The worst thing that could happen after getting close and personal with Death was being stuck with a womanizer as a babysitter. If River would’ve kept his pants up, none of us would be in this mess now. They told me power corrupted irrevocably, but I knew unlimited magic twisted a mind absolutely. Just look at my grandmother. Not even the shifters could fix this shit. Now, I must find an Archdemon on the loose and prevent a master vampire from gnawing on my neck. Let’s not forget dodging a murderous scorned lover-and I wasn’t even the one getting laid. Everyone trying to protect me thought I was about to go down. Hard. The nerve on some people. I had one thing to say to all of them. Especially to the woman that raised me. Witch, please.