Fae Spell by Eve A. Hunt — book slip

A dragon. A twisted curse. And a finale to rival the glory of chocolate croissants. I used to think burned scones and bad hair made for a rough day. When a dragon crawls out of a hole in Main Street, I realize it’s time to rework that definition.

I broke the Mage Duke’s curse, but the dark spell hasn’t disappeared. Instead, the casting morphed into a legless dragon thing that wants to eat me.

Nailed it.

And to top off this crap sandwich, the town’s local reporter has decided to rouse a mob against me.

I have a lot of witch work to do, friends. Send doughnuts.