When I said get a new hobby, I meant kayaking, not decking the halls with garlands of gore.

My newest therapy client is the definition of a DILF. His distractingly handsome face is all to blame for my mess up. If that wasn’t bad enough, now I’m practically stalking the murderous golden retriever. Can he even hear me arguing for pottery classes over the electric carver? Oh, its a bone saw? My mistake.

Merry Christmas! I’m getting myself an accessory to murder.

After a helpful talk with my beautiful divorce therapist, I decided to get into manslaughter. Maybe its not the hobby she had in mind, but the idea always interested me, and theres plenty of predators I’d love to turn into prey.

And what do you know? My therapist was right. I do feel better! She seems a little ethically confused and personally concerned. She’s even cuter grumpy and exasperated. We’d make the perfect couple if she’d stop threatening to call the FBI.

Ive come to wreak vengeance on the man who killed my parents. My own little brother—an abomination, a snake in the nest.

Im Hazel Fury—a phoenix, a killer—and Im not leaving this insane asylum until Baz is in a body bag. Someone has to do it and that someone will be me.

Bring on your friends, little brother. Bring on death and mayhem—theres no stopping a phoenix. Nothing but you.

Ill do whatever it takes. Even if that means using a trickster you cant outmaneuver and the big man himself—Dr. Stein.

And dont worry about being lonely in Hell

Three years before Cute but Psycho, Bree met Doctor Orson

Court. Appointed. Therapy.

Some people got diplomas when they graduated, I got forced rehabilitation.

Which was going to be a pain until I saw my therapist. Its not easy falling in love. Hes handsome, manipulating, and has no idea Im stalking him.