My Big Fat Hairy Wedding (My So-Called Mystical Midlife #4)

A forty-something Werewolf supermodel, five supernaturally screwed up bridesmaids, and a demonic mother of the groom determined to ruin the wedding.

Awesome ... not.

How has my life come to this? Not sure who I screwed over in a past life to end up with a heinous mother-in-law who thinks my wedding is for her. If I didn't love Chance more than myself--which is a lot--I'd rethink the entire hot mess.

Problem--I've been instructed to show up in Hell on my wedding day with six bridesmaids. I have exactly two friends in total. The punishment for failure? Electrocution--which would suck.

Problem Solve--Go to a supernatural plasticware party at the community center and blackmail a few gals into being bridesmaids.

New Problem--The gals I coerced bring their own brand of crazy to the party.

Whatever. Chance is the Demon of my dreams. He loves me fur and all. One night of Hell for a lifetime of happiness is a good trade. I hope ...

Move over, Bridezilla. I've got this covered.

Welcome to my big fat hairy wedding.