People like to say, "Beware of what you wish for, because you might just get it," as if that's a bad thing. June Goldsmith would beg to differ. June Goldsmith would say, "When you get what you wish for and it's better than you ever dared to dream, beware of some asshole warlock and his whore-slut angel barging in and ruining everything!" All she wanted, all she every wanted, was to get laid. At least once in her plain forty-something virgin life; was it so much to ask? To find herself the object of a magnificent demonic warlord's devoted desire ... to enjoy epic mind-blowing sex ... to finally be happy, even in love ... Only to have it all ruthlessly torn away, leaving her bereft, desolate, and vangeful. Oh, and also, leaving her the de facto ruler of a corrupted little pocket of nearly literal Hell-on-Earth, while the warlock and angel who wronged her have escaped ... June Regina! All hail the new INFERNAL QUEEN!