I’ve been on the run ever since my father sold me out to the mob with promises that I could repay his debt. But no one can hide from the mob forever. When they find me, they give me two options - pay back my father’s debt or sleep with the fishes. My only shot is to rob the most powerful man in the city - the famed Garreth Locke. I get more than I bargained for - including the knowledge that magic is real, and Garreth is a freaking werewolf. Soon, I’m swept up into an insane world of wealth and magic that I had no idea existed.

Tuesday night in the library started out normal--alone with cheap beer and a murder mystery. Partying, librarian style. Until the god Hades appears. When he abducts me, I try to say he's got the wrong girl--I'm no goddess. At least, I don't think so. Suddenly, I'm in his world, captive. The upside? I live in a castle with a lethally beautiful god who wants to make me a queen. The downside? He's scary AF and also wants me to help him destroy the world.

I’m supposed to be the Alpha's mate. Screw that. Since I was born, I was destined to be one thing—the Alpha’s Mate. It should be every girl’s dream. Not mine, though. He’s too dark and damaged, and I’ve got a secret he can never know: I’m not a true wolf.

People say I'm a weirdo. Sure, my idea of a party is a mini box of wine and hanging out with a feral raccoon, but it works for me. When I’m accused of murder, things get crazy. One, I learn that I have magic. Two, there’s a secret magical city hidden right in London itself. And three, my only hope is a vampire who’s sexy as sin and scary as the devil himself. He's called the Devil of Darkvale, and he all but owns Guild City. Some say I should just quit and turn myself in. Not a chance. I’m going to solve this murder myself.

I work for the Order of Magica, the supernatural version of the FBI. Sounds fun, right? Except I spend my days chained to my desk, writing reports, and wishing that I was out solving crimes.Well, be careful what you wish for. When my best friend is abducted, my life in Chicago turns upside down. I’ll do anything to get her back - even work with Damian Malek, a wanted criminal, notorious crime lord, and dangerous fallen angel. He’s hot, lethal, and he's the only one who can help me master my dangerous powers.

When I inherit a haunted bookstore in New Orleans, I go from demon hunter to my dream job. Unfortunately, there’s a dark side to my beautiful new life—the gorgeous demon who seems to think he owns the place. The attraction between us is insane, and we can’t keep our eyes off each other. But I don’t trust him one bit—especially not the way he uses his seductive charms to try to compel me to work for him.

Ever since the Court of Flames banished me, I've managed to hide my true nature—Chosen One of the Fire Fae. Apparently, I'm destined to save us all. Truth is, I'm not that impressive. When I'm not hunting demons, I'm slinging drinks at Potions & Pastilles. At least, until the lethally sexy king of the Court of Ice finds me. He's been hunting me for years and wants to claim me as his fated mate. But it gets darker. He plans to sacrifice me to save his dying kingdom. One touch changes everything though, because I’m the only one who can warm him.

So, I'm in trouble. Big trouble. I'm a demon slayer, and one of those suckers has escaped. Even worse, it knows my secret...that I'm a Dragon Blood, able to create new magic and kick some serious butt with it. If anyone finds out what I am, I'll be hunted down like a dog and used by the magical government. No way I want to become their guinea pig. So I've got to catch that demon. Fast.

Cass Clereaux is a FireSoul - one of the unlucky few to inherit a piece of the dragon's soul. It gives her a deadly, forbidden magic, but at least it helps her find treasure. The only people she can trust are her fellow FireSouls, Del and Nix. They hunt treasure to pay the bills and keep their FireSoul secret to save their lives. When Cass is blackmailed by a criminal overlord who holds their lives in his hands, things get rough. He wants a pair of rare daggers hidden inside a deadly temple.

To the world, I'm a just a Conjurer. To my closest friends, I'm a FireSoul - a dangerous Magica with forbidden powers and a dragon's soul. The downside? If anyone discovers what I am, I'm dead. So I lay low, kicking butt with my weapons, not my magic. Things get ugly when I witness the murder of a powerful vampire ally and become the key suspect. Soon, I'm hunted by the sexiest, strongest supernatural I've ever met. Ares is an unheard of vampire hybrid, and it's hard to say if he wants to kiss me or kill me. I've got three days to catch the real killer.

People think I'm normal. They're wrong. I'm demon touched - filled with dark, deadly magic. Hiding my power is the only way to survive. Problem is, I'm about to start my first term at the best Academy of Magic in the world. So hiding is going to be a problem. When demons attack, the Academy calls on the lethally sexy gladiator Maximus. As the best tracker, I'm forced to work with Maximus to defend our kind. But his mage powers are strong, and he senses there's something wrong with my magic. He's powerful as hell, and he wants me.

I'm a demon slayer, so I lead a simple life slaughtering monsters. As long as no one learns that I’m descended from a forbidden line of Dragon Bloods, I can keep my job and my life. But when a powerful Fae king realizes I’m his fated mate, I’ve got problems. Especially since A), he hates me and B), he learns my secret, and it puts my whole life at risk. I want to kill my mate. The stars align when my employers send me to the Fae kingdom to compete in the Trials of the Fae as an undercover agent. My real goal? Investigate the king for the murder of hundreds.

So here’s the deal—I’m a magical disaster. A witch from a family of witches, and the only one whose magic blows up in her face. Which is why I came up with my rules....

Scholar Diana Laughton can't shake her terrible nightmares. Dreams of battle, dreams of blood...dreams so vivid she's living them day and night. When demons invade her quiet life and she flees to Scotland, she fears she might be going mad. Or perhaps she's remembering a past life she never knew existed...

"Happily Ever After" wasn't supposed to come with a do-over option. But when my husband of 20 years packs up and heads for greener pastures, and my son heads away to college, that's exactly what my midlife becomes. A do-over. This time, though, I plan to do things differently. Age is just a number, after all, and at 40 I'm ready to carve my own path. Eager for a fresh start, I make a somewhat unorthodox decision and move to a tiny town in the Sierra foothills.