Gwendolyn Evenshine thought being a fairy godmother would be cut and dried—take on a charge, solve a royal problem, and return to the Academy for her next assignment. But she got too close. When the beloved Princess Francesca is brutally murdered on her watch, Gwen refuses to resume her fairy godmother duties. Instead, she laces her docs and hits the streets of Boston in search of the bastard who took Frankie from her, a serial killer who operates in lunar cycles. But Gwen's magic is on the fritz, and bodies are piling up.
Gwen enlists the talents of Chessa Moon, an upbeat pixie crime blogger who will do anything for a scoop. Together, they open new leads as they race against the hunter's moon. As the killer hits closer and closer to home, Gwen is forced to confront her past and nail the killer, or she'll lose more than just her shot at vengeance—she'll lose the only person in her life worth a damn.
Part police procedural, part urban fantasy, Fairy Godmurder checked all my boxes as a reader who loves crime stories, especially serial killer stories. And a serial killer story with fairies? I'm 100% here for it. – John G. Hartness
The scene was chaos.
Nobles looked around in a daze of confused panic as royal guards ran toward the fountain where the scream originated. Gwen bolted after them. A lord who was pushing through in the other direction caught her around her middle. Tears spilled down his cheeks.
"Forgive me, madam, but you don't want to see that."
"See what? Is it the princess? Frankie!" Gwen was screaming now too. She wriggled free of the lord's arms and pushed through the crowd, which was jostling like ocean waves meeting from opposite directions, until she reached an open space to size-shift and fly to the gardens, the place where she'd had all those conversations with Francesca, where she'd begun to love her.
There she was, her sweet Frankie, strung up in the center of the fountain, wrists tied to the wings of the stone fairy, head lolling beneath the fairy's etched face with eyes that stared upward at nothing. Blood ran from her nose, down her chin, and onto her sparkling silver gown. The water ran red. Her mouth hung open as if she were calling for help. For her fairy godmother. For Gwen.