A feather for my nest... My financial situation is beyond desperate and that stripper pole is looking better and better. But I refuse to put on the baby oil just yet, there’s got to be someone out there willing to hire me. Luck is not on my side, at least until I spot the Crow’s feather. The wind decides to try and keep me from my prize, so I’m left with no choice except to follow it. Two seconds later a truck plowed into my car, that I just got out of. A black feather saved my life. No, I'm not kidding, it literally kept me from being a can of spam. The feather, not done with me yet, takes off again. Driven to chase it, I do, and it takes me to this gloomy foreboding building that I don't recall ever seeing before. And as fate would have it... there's a now hiring sign on the front gate.
This book is a slow-burn, Urban Fantasy with a dash of unconventional romance.