They Call Me Wicked

A blind psychic.

Sounds like a punchline to a terrible joke, right?

Well it is. The joke is my life, and I'm the punchline.

I was gifted with the sight at a young age. It runs in my bloodline and I was trained to handle it from the moment I was born. What I wasn't prepared for was losing my actual sight.

The world is twisted like that.

So you may be wondering what the hell a blind psychic does with her time.

I solve crimes, bitches.

I may not be able to see if I'm putting salt or sugar in my morning coffee, but I can sure as hell help locate vile criminals and put them behind bars.

Unfortunately, this sort of work tends to make me a lot of enemies and some of them want to see me dead. I'm not a rainbows and sunshine type of girl, but even I will kiss an ass or two to save my life. Even if it's the three biggest asses in the department.

Love me or hate me, they're still ordered to protect me.

They may call me Wicked, but I know their secrets...and I have a big mouth.



Author's Note: This is a medium-burn, mfmm, reverse harem novel. It includes darker themes, explicit language, and detailed sexual situations. Only intended for audiences 18 or older.