When a team of Vatican witch-hunters murdered her entire coven, Garnet Lacey called up the biggest, baddest Goddess she could think of and mopped the floor with them.
And by "mopped the floor with", I mean "killed the hell out of".
Then she left town, killer Goddess in tow.
Now she's settled in Madison, Wisconsin, running a occult bookstore and staying off the Vatican's radar by pretending to be a poseur. And she succeeds in that, right up until Sebastian Von Traum walks into her shop looking for mandrake root. Turns out, the Vatican's after him, too, but for very different reasons...
Eh. It's a perfectly serviceable—I can't think of any major complaints, but I also can't think of any real highlights—adult paranormal romance, but nothing to get excited about unless you're dying for an urban paranormal with a large dollop of astrology.
And there you have it.
Book source: ILLed through my library.