|Bewitched, Bothered and BeVampyred|
Welcome to Brokenoggin Falls population 567 (sometimes).
Where . . .
The housewives are not only desperate, they're witches (and one of them might be a Harpy). The hot young studs are silent, willing—and far between. The skeletons in the closet are as real as the bodies in the cellars. The spells cast by moonlight, frequently go awry. And there are times when toads and Chihuahuas seem as abundant as black flies in summer, the dragons are a little touchy, the Forest Trolls are in danger of extinction from teeny-boppers, the Gryphons need help conceiving and the scientists are crunchy and good with ketchup…
And this is not to mention the faeries (or their flaming queen), the succubus, the werewolves, the demons and the other myths-and-legends and X-Files-like residents of this very strange little hamlet.
Into the middle of this misbegotten world (where the full moon shines several times a month—because it's better for romance that way, you know) wanders the sexiest vampyre ever wakened, fully naked, and sporting not only a 2" by 2" womanized wooden stake through his chest but also a full-blown case of amnesia.
He's just what the town needs. From the lonely town sheriff, Janice Thinksalot, who's been stuck in her position for a lot longer than she wants anyone to know, and who hasn't gotten any for a lot longer than that. To the gigantically proportioned—though miniature—flaming faery queen, Morgan (or Morganna, as she prefers to be called), who's in love with the werewolves veterinarian, Joe, but can't get Joe to notice…her… without a very sweet vampyre's help. To the harpy, Claire, whose husband, Sam, the Lord of the Forest Trolls has gone missing and is presumed flirting and cavorting with other women.
To all those lonely, lonely witches who're looking for action with someone besides Brokenoggin's only single warlock, and a truly mysterious cabana boy named Juan…