A goblin and an FBI agent walk into a bar... The only reason I'm not in federal prison for domestic terrorism is because the FBI can't arrest someone for being a goblin. Yet. And it turns out, I'm not just any goblin. My estranged father was the most powerful hobgoblin on earth, and he didn't leave an instruction manual. I'd be just fine with the family pearls. Instead, I gain a bunch of magic I don't understand and accidentally destroy a priceless monument before I can figure it out. Now I'm stuck on the wrong side of the country in the world's most uptight city, Washington DC, helping an FBI agent who does not believe in fairies with her first paranormal investigation. A supernatural creature is killing people and leaving nothing but a bit of colored sand behind. It's not me, but nobody else in law enforcement believes that. The killer is so far out of my weight class it would be funny if his final target wasn't in the highest echelons of government. I have only days to escape from jail, clear my name, and figure out how to bring him down before he destroys the world as we know it. Oh, and flambés an insignificant goblin and the one person who's earned my trust.

The ice storm of the century has hit DC and people are getting murdered. The FBI thinks it's a serial killer. Only problem? They already caught him. So the real killer has been out there all this time, and, worse, he might not be exactly human. The FBI needs my help tracking him down. Again. I'm Orange Sinclair, accidental law enforcement consultant, baker extraordinaire, goblin princess, and the most powerful hobgoblin in the world. Yeah, that sounds impressive, and it would be if I could get any control of my magic. And if the rest of the goblins weren't trying to challenge me every time I turn around to make sure I'm worthy. Which I really don't have time for, because I need to stop the magical serial killer threatening three states with his storms. One teeny tiny problem: he's so much stronger than me it would be funny, if he weren't coming after my friends.

What do you do when the creature you're hunting is one of your own? Hobgoblin Orange Sinclair is back helping the FBI hunt down a master thief who pulled off the biggest art heist in history right under the FBI's nose, one block from the Hoover Building. It doesn't help that goblins are jumping out of the woodwork needing her help (Sometimes literally. She now owes her demon boyfriend a new door.) She thought she was done sneaking around, but when all signs point to an insider at the FBI who is no match for any human agent and key evidence goes missing, she has to strike out on her own, hunting a powerful paranormal creature without backup and without second chances.