Seriously. Why does a new hair dryer have a twelve-page how-to manual, but when it comes to ancient demon-fighting magic, my biker witch grandma just gives me 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, Because-frankly-I need all the help I can get. Dimitri, my "protector," may be one stud of a shape-shifting griffin, but he's no match for the soul-stealing succubi taking over Las Vegas. My biker witch friends are being corrupted from the inside. And if I can't figure out how to save my guy, my friends-and Sin City-there'll be hell to pay. "Fabulously Fun"