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Officer Norman Green would kill for a slow night on the job, but another body would only add to this caseload. When a leprechaun spontaneously combusts into purple goo in the midst of a turf war, the human cop knows he’s in for some serious overtime. And after ranking officer Heather Valance catches a whiff of conspiracy, he may have to bend over and kiss more than his weekend plans good-bye.

Officer Norman Green is your typical human rookie, which means he'll need to watch his back in this city full of vampires, homicidal leprechauns, and the occasional meth-head gator-shifter. Underpaid and overwhelmed, Green's only hope of surviving his first year on patrol is Heather Valance, his werewolf field training officer who scares the everliving shift out of him.

Kilhaven has officially gone to shift. Four years have passed since Officers Norman Green and Heather Valance got lucky on their bloody raid, and the world isn't exactly a better place for it. Kilhaven's murder rates have skyrocketed. Police recruitment is scraping from the bottom of the swamp. An unofficial war between werewolves and vampires has reached a fever pitch. And Green wants nothing to do with it, even if it is all his fault.

Disappearing werewolf teens. Killer clown sightings. Can this cop thwart a rising conspiracy before it sprouts fangs? Officer Norman Green is the unluckiest cop in the Kilhaven Police Department. And not just because he's a human in a city teeming with meth-addicted shapeshifters. With a leprechaun's curse hanging over his head, he's doing what he can to serve his community without dragging it down with him, but that becomes harder when fellow cursed officer Heather Valance returns from her clandestine vacation.

In a precinct jam-packed with paranormal officers, newbie cop Norman Green is pint-sized, nose blind, and relatively hairless. And if being human wasn't enough of a shot in the foot, his training officer, Heather Valance, can't stand the sight - or the smell - of him. If he doesn't win the short-tempered werewolf over soon, his career will be dead on arrival.