Wine-Dark Days - In Vino Veritas, #1

Guess they don't call me Claret "Get F*?k3d" Moreau for nothing. After six months on the run, I came home with one goal: avenge my father's murder. Too bad life never sticks to the script. Abduction? Check. Chained to a werewolf's bed? Double check. Newfound demon powers? .oh, crap. Revenge needs to take several back seats. Though I come from a long line of hunters, it turns out I'm not even a Moreau.
Although.I maybe spent a decade killing in their name. And there may be a standing fae contract to take my head. Look, even a one-woman killing machine can admit when she needs help, and right now I need all the help I can get. Demons, werewolves, and witches-I used to hunt them for sport. Now, I'm in bed with them all. Well, enemies can become allies if you squint hard enough.right?