Stiles Stilinski-Hale has settled into domestic bliss. Of course, such bliss involves dealing with werewolves in Manhattan society, living in a vampire's closet, and coping with a toddler who is prone to turning supernatural. Until, that is, he receives a summons that cannot be ignored. Stiles travels to Las Vegas. But Nevada may hold more mysteries than even Stiles can handle.

Stiles Stilinski-Hale is at it again, only this time the trouble is not his fault. When a mad ghost threatens the President, Stiles is on the case, following a trail that leads him deep into his husband's past. Will Stiles manage to determine who is trying to kill the President before it is too late? Is it the vampires again or is there a traitor lurking about in wolf's clothing?

Stiles is marching in the NYC Pride Parade just a few days after the Supreme Court decision in Obergefell v. Hodges when he comes upon a cop and gets the urge to dance.

Stiles is kicked out by Derek and is left with an unknown child. Laura leaves town. To top it all off, vampires want Stiles dead. While Derek elects to get inebriated and Argent tries to hold the pack together, Stiles flees to Europe in search of the Templars. Only they know enough to explain the unnamed child left on his doorstep, but they may be worse than the vampires.

Effervescent sequel. Stiles awakens to find his husband yelling. Then Derek disappears; leaving Stiles to deal with a regiment of supernatural soldiers, a plethora of exorcised ghosts, and an angry President. When his investigations take him to California, he is prepared: upending werewolf packs as only he can. He might even track down his wayward husband, if he feels like it.

1st, he is preternatural. 2nd, he's an overworked doctoral candidate whose mother is dead and father is police commissioner. 3rd, he was rudely attacked by a vampire. Where to go from there? From bad to worse apparently, because Stiles accidentally kills the vampire - and then the appalling Agent Derek Hale (loud, messy, gorgeous, and werewolf) is sent by the FBI to investigate.

Nine relationship words that aren't translatable into English.

You can talk a lot, can talk and talk and talk, and still not reveal anything. And if you talk, people think they know everything about you. They never think to probe further or dig deeper. As far as they're concerned, you're an open book. Which is not the case. It's the perfect cover. A way to hide in plain sight. Your personal equivalent to the purloined letter.