![]() “Why doesn’t your license have a mythic identification number? You’re registered, aren’t you?” “No, your mythic class!” She shoved my card under my nose, even more frantic. “Your class, what is it?” “You mean at the community college? I’m taking-” She pressed her hands to the bar top, eyes wide. When I gazed vacantly at her, Clara visibly paled. It’s 100% fun, sassy, fast-paced urban fantasy. Note: The three mages are definitely sexy, but this series isn’t a reverse harem. So what’s a broke girl to do? Take the job, of course-with a pay raise. ![]() Either I’m exactly the kind of takes-no-shit bartender this guild needs, or there’s a good reason no one else wants to work here. And the three cocky guys I drenched with a margarita during my trial? Yeah, they were mages. That’s the definition of fitting in, right? Their customers were complete dickheads, and I was an asshole right back. It went downhill the moment they asked me to do a trial shift instead of an interview-to see if I’d mesh with their “special” clientele. Those are my official reasons for answering a wanted ad for a skeevy-looking bartender gig. Broke, almost homeless, and recently fired. ![]()
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