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 hocus-pocus, my biker witch granny gives me just 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 no one tells me anything. Dimitri, my "protector," may be one stud of a shape- shifting griffin, but he always thinks he can handle everything by himself. Only he's no match for the soul- stealing succubi taking over Las Vegas. If I can't figure out how to save him—and Sin City—there'll be hell to pay.