A Leaner Meaner Midlife (Good to the Last Death, #11)

I want to live my life in peace for a little while as opposed to pieces. I don’t know who I have to bribe to catch a break, but I’m willing to pay the big bucks.

Apparently, no one got the memo. Midlife is one messy ride.

Fine. I’m off to Lexington, Kentucky to find a self-proclaimed dragon who sports a mullet, beer belly and delusions of Immortal grandeur. This time he’s gone too far. He’s messed with me and mine for the last time.

The way to end a dragon is to remove his tail. We thought we had. A tail is in the back. Right?

Wrong.

So, so wrong.

With the love of my Immortal life by my side along with a few smack-talking, geriatric Nephilim and a foul-mouthed, toothpick loving Keeper of Fate, I’m ready.

And when it’s done, I’m taking a freaking vacation. I’ve earned it.

It’s time to slay the dragon for good.

This time there will be no mercy.