Bigfoots Don't Do Mini Coopers (Kate Storm Book 1) by Meredith Allen Conner

is business though and since a great deal of mine is done away from my office after the clients meet, I don ’t have to worry over much about location. Besides, the rent was significantly lower here and I now had flower boxes with purple petunias in my windows.
    With the move and the improved rent, I could finally afford a receptionist. My answering machine just wasn ’t cutting it anymore.
    Which brought me right back around to Dé sirée Norma-Sue. First Bigfoot and now a real redneck fairy. Life is just full of surprises.
    I sat behind my desk. Dé sirée Norma-Sue dropped a large orange and rhinestone purse into one wing chair and pulled the other one forward until she was right in front of my desk.
    “ How did you hear about the job?” I’d mentioned it to Ash, Morgan and my Aunt and I’d put a flyer up at Got Fangs? last week.
    Got Fangs? is a local bar frequented by both humans and the HC. The humans think it is a weird Goth hang out where they get to dress up and live on the edge. The HC use it as a place to relax, not worry about their horns or fur and have a drink.
    It ’s my favorite watering hole.
    “ I saw your flyer at Got Fangs? and Terry mentioned I should look you up. She thought we’d make a great team.”
    Terry is part owner of Got Fangs? and an immortal witch. She is also one of the very, very few witches who don’t hold my mortality against me.
    As a witch, she ’d know if Désirée Norma-Sue and I would in fact hit it off. Terry must really like the fairy to recommend her.
    “ Why did you move to Idaho?” In general, fairies don’t like the cold. It takes a great deal of magic to unfreeze their wings.
    “ I needed a change and after I moved to Idaho I heard good things about Dominion, so I decided to check it out. And here I am.”
    Our town of Dominion has a great reputation with the HC. Surrounded on three sides by rugged mountains, including the Teton mountain range, there are plenty of National Parks and wilderness areas for hunting. The human population is still rather sparse and people get lost or eaten by bears on a regular enough basis that the occasional devouring by something else isn’t noticed.
    I like it a lot myself, but I knew there was more to it. Dé sirée Norma-Sue was hiding something. It was in her brown eyes as she glanced away.
    I ’ve done desperate enough to know.
    I whispered a quick spell. Whatever it was, it wasn ’t an immediate threat.
    That was good enough for me.
    I’d go through the motions of asking about her qualifications and experience, but I already knew I’d hire her.
    I ’d known it from the moment she told me she’d heard about my mortality and she didn’t plan to hold it against me.
    Acceptance is a rare thing for me .
     
     
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    The phone rang about fifteen minutes after Désirée Norma-Sue left. We agreed she’d start Monday morning, what her pay rate would be and on the dress code. Which is fairly lax.
    However, given the size of her shorts, a fairy ’s penchant for going au naturel and my recent fascination with certain redneck reality shows, I thought I should address the subject before it came up.
    Clothes had to be worn at all times and should cover the most intimate body parts. For a fairy that included the wings. I explained we serviced both the humans as well as the HC.
    My exact words were more like “both mortals and immortals.” Humanly-challenged is my own private joke. The immortals have a rather dour view on all things human. I did get the impression Désirée Norma-Sue might have the same slightly twisted sense of humor as I do, but I didn’t want to test that theory just yet. Or insult my brand new employee.
    I snatched up the receiver. I ’d been waiting for her to call all day. “Did you find anything?”
    Aunt Tabs sighed. “ No. I didn’t find anything.” She sighed again. I understood. Aunt Tabs is a strong witch. She’s had to be, but sorting through the the physical leftovers of my mother’s life -