What could possibly be worse than death? After all, Ragnarök already happened.

Wild pixies in churches and bargaining with my soul probably wasn't what my parents had in mind when I said I'd found a new job. And that was just day one!

Welcome to Goddesses, Inc. A perfectly ordinary, respectable detective agency... if you ignore the part where it's run by actual Norse goddesses, reborn after Ragnarök. Sif, Jord, and Eir were sent to protect the mortal world from everything from minor fae having a good time to Jotuns attempting to slaughter anything in their path.

And apparently, I'm one of them. A reborn goddess. Pretty sure, anyway. Maybe?

I don't have magic yet, but now it's up to me to handle cases that make "outrageous" look normal. But something bigger is stirring-something turning minor fae infestations into fatal disasters. Swimmers are drowning days after they've left Oak Creek, and the body count's climbing.

Can Goddesses, Inc. uncover the truth before more lives-and one very confused probable goddess-are lost?