Hot Lead, Cold Iron

First in the fantasy noir series featuring Mick Oberon—a hard-boiled private eye who goes where the case leads him…no matter which world it is.

Chicago, 1932. Crime and corruption rule. From the gutter to the Gold Coast, the city has more dirty dealings than a sticky-fingered card sharp. A man would have to be crazy to go up against that kind of muscle.

But PI Mick Oberon is no man. He's a self-exiled fae prince who left the Otherworld for reasons he'd rather not go into. In the mortal realm, he's a tough-talking, hard-hitting gumshoe packing a quick wit and a large-caliber magic wand. And, boyo, is he ever gonna need them both.

Because his newest client is the wife of a heavy-duty mob honcho. She wants Mick to find her daughter, who it turns out was pilfered and replaced with a changeling sixteen years ago. And she wants the investigation kept on the hush hush.

Which is strange, because suddenly it seems like everyone and their uncle already has their eyes on Mick's prize. From rival gangsters to the lowest of lowlifes to their even more lethal counterparts in the Otherworld, a lot of people and non-people want Mick out of the picture before he solves the mystery. Unfortunately for all of them, Mick Oberon doesn't know the meaning of the word "quit."

But with this case, he might want to break out the dictionary before he gets killed…