Autumn Bones by Jacqueline Carey

 So, I'm still not sure why Carey has forsaken creating masterpieces of fantastic fiction, as in her Terre d'Ange works, for contemporary urban fantasy. It's fortunate that my local library carried a copy of Autumn Bones, for I'd have hated to pay hardback prices for this one. The one true saving grace of protagonist Daisy Johanssen from the first novel was that she wasn't indiscriminately sleeping around with any supernatural being who crooked a finger. In this installment, she loses that figurative virginity and just joins the hordes of monster mattress maulers.

First, she catches a dose of satyr rut mojo when she and Cody try to break up an orgy at the local gay bar, and falls into bed with her almost boyfriend, Sinclair, who turns out to be the descendant of a long line of obeahs (Jamaican sorcerers), which is the main conflict in what passes for the story line of Autumn Bones. When it turns out that her Mr. Right has forgotten to tell her his whole life story and important details from his sordid past, though, she decides that they need to be "just friends-with benefits, of course" while they sort out the members of his family who want to get her out of the picture and force him to return to the islands.

Then, when she discovers Cody sleeping off his lycanthropic adventures in the nude, she jumps his furry bones, too. This complicates their working arrangement somewhat, but if it all goes south, it's obvious she won't lack for company, as Stefan the Outcast seems more than willing to take one for the team. All of the side plots turn out to be pretty much just distracting candy for the main event, which pits Daisy and her allies against a shambling resurrected giant axe murderer. One sub plot remained unresolved at the end, so I am certain we'll see more of Daisy's antics.

There must be money in urban fantasy - I can't imagine why Carey would waste her time with it otherwise.