Last month, I was a single preschool teacher whose greatest thrill consisted of color-coding my lesson plans. That was before I learned I was a slayer. Now, it's up to me to face curse-hurling imps, vengeful demons, and any other supernatural uglies that crop up. And to top it off, a hunk of a shape-shifting griffin has invited me to Greece to meet his family. But it's not all sun, sand, and ouzo. Someone has created a dark-magic version of me with my powers and my knowledge—and it wants to kill me and everyone I know. Of course, this evil twin doesn't have Grandma's gang of biker witches, a talking Jack Russell terrier, or an eccentric necromancer on its side. In the ultimate showdown for survival, may the best demon slayer win.

Demon slaying powers should come with an instruction book. Seriously. Why does a new hair dryer have a twelve-page how-to manual, but when it comes to ancient demon-fighting magic, my biker witch grandma just gives me half a dozen switch stars and a rah-rah speech? Oh, and a talking terrier, but that's another story. It's not like my job as a preschool teacher prepared me for this kind of thing. So I've decided to write my own manual, The Dangerous Book for Demon Slayers. Because—frankly—I need all the help I can get. Dimitri, my "protector," may be one stud of a shape-shifting griffin, but he’s no match for the soul-stealing succubi taking over Las Vegas. My biker witch friends are being corrupted from the inside. And if I can't figure out how to save my guy, my friends—and Sin City—there'll be hell to pay.

A New York Times bestselling, breakout novel! My name is Lizzie Brown, and demon slayer wasn't my first career choice. It didn’t even crack the list. I had a good thing going as a preschool teacher until my long-lost Granny blew into my life riding a Harley and raving about a demon on my toilet. Why did she have to be right? He was from the seventh layer of hell, and I killed his ass faster than you can say flush. Now Grandma insists I’m a demon slayer, destined to ride with her geriatric gang of biker witches. Do I even own a leather jacket? Crazier still, this new job comes with my own personal protector: Dimitri Kallinikos, a devastatingly hot shape-shifting griffin with beautiful eyes and a not-so-secret plan to seduce me. I could get on board with that. But I can’t get too involved because Dimitri needs me to take care of some hellish personal business for him, and I’m not about to let a guy I barely know take me anywhere near the underworld. At least not on the first date. But there’s a bigger danger brewing than either of us can imagine—and if I can’t stop the rise of Hell on Earth, no one can. “Fabulously Fun” —The Chicago Tribune

I’m not exactly a diamonds and champagne type of girl. Did the fact that I’m a demon-slaying biker witch give it away? But when an ancient cult becomes the “in” thing in Beverly Hills, I can’t let it slide. Something is off, and as a demon slayer, I’ve learned to always trust my instincts. They say it’s all youth potions, parties, and priceless Egyptian artifacts, but there’s a demon involved…and I’m not welcome. It’s not the first time I’ve been kicked out of a place. I go in undercover, along with my sexy Greek shape-shifter husband, my biker witch buddies, and a dog that is way too fond of free appetizers and the red-carpet lifestyle. Between dodging detection and uncovering ancient secrets, I have my hands full. And when the demon manages to hook his claws into my eternal soul, I realize I may be stepping out for my final event.

What’s your favorite way to get revenge? Mine is ordering poofy bridesmaid dresses for biker witches. Yes, my studly Greek griffin has popped the question. And, no, I’m not a small, simple-wedding type of girl. Sorry, not sorry. Oh, look—a big ass mansion for rent! Too bad being a demon slayer makes everything more complicated. For starters, the vengeful Earl of Hell is on my tail and trying to crash the party. And now it seems one of the guests at the eccentric, seaside mansion is possessed and trying to kill me. Maybe I should just elope. My studly groom vows to protect me at all costs. Yet even he’s acting strange. And minions of the devil are popping up everywhere. As the wedding draws closer, I have to learn who is behind the attacks—and fast—or risk losing everyone I love.

When a sexy succubus comes up against a fearless demon slayer intent on killing her boss, a truly wild Vegas night turns into a quickie wedding. But in a city where anything goes, a demon slayer wedding a succubus is strictly forbidden. Which doesn't mean either is rushing to jump out of the marriage bed.