Cold-blooded kidnappers. Long-lost magic. When things get serious, she goes full Sherlock. Ashira Cohen takes pride in being the only female private investigator in Vancouver. With her skills, her missing persons case should be a piece of cake. She wasn't counting on getting bashed in the skull, revealing a hidden tattoo and supernatural powers she shouldn't possess. Or the bitter icing on top: a spree of abductions and terrifying ghostly creatures on a deadly bender. And don't even get her started on the golems.

I work as 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. It puts my whole life at risk, and there's one solution.... I must kill my mate.

They say a fae without a court slowly goes insane, so I should be in a rough state after my own court kicked me out. But I've managed to get by, hunting demons for fun and slinging drinks at Potions and Pastilles. At least, until my past comes back to haunt me. The king of the Ice Court has been hunting me for years. And when he finds me, he wants claim me as his fated mate. Worst of all? He then plans to sacrifice me to save his dying kingdom. But one touch changes everything, because I’m the only one who can warm him.

Some call him a madman. Others call him a warlock. Both are true. But if it wasn't for Aon, I'd be dead. I was mere seconds away from dying by Edu's hands when the King of Shadows appeared in a flash of lightning, saving me from Edu's murderous plans. Now I'm under his protection, living in his home. The more time I'm forced to spend with him, the more I start to piece together the puzzle of why Aon and Edu are at war. Despite how everyone else seems to hate Aon, there's something that pulls me towards him - like gravity, refusing to let go.

Once I was a fae princess with sea-magic at my fingertips. Now? I’m a hunted supernatural in a squalid shop, stripped of my power. My only comforts are stale cookies, Elvis records, and my hula-hoop. Then a lethally sexy fae king arrives and rips even those away. After the brutal king throws me in prison, I strike a bargain with him: my freedom in exchange for helping him find a magic blade. What Lyr doesn’t know is that the blade might restore my stolen magic. But as we journey, the gorgeous jerk starts to make me feel things I’ve never felt.

A race against time.... There’s no rest for the wicked. Or for demon slayers. I’m both, so things have been busy. The sort of busy where I spend all my time trying not to get killed or discovered for what I really am- a Dragon Blood with the deadly power to create new magic. When a mysterious bomb goes off in my town and my closest friends are turned to stone, it becomes a race against the clock to stop the demon who is still at large.

I died. It was supposed to be the end of my story. But after Aon buried me in the Pool of the Ancients, I learned that Under wasn't done with me yet. Even though I escaped death the first time, there's a prophecy predicting my demise, and it's driving Aon mad. His desperation to protect me is dangerous, deadly, and I'm afraid of what he might do. The void that threatens to destroy this world is receding, yet Under is still not safe. I can feel it in my blood, the warning that something terrible is coming. Something bigger and stronger than all of us.

The Witch's Reign...a land of unnatural hellish cold ruled over by the Ice Witch herself, who is in turn guarded by three creatures - Wolf, Bear, and Raven. Those lovely beasts derive their power directly from their mistress and just happen to kill any who cross their paths. To get there, you first must pass through the Dragon's Ground. Full of, you guessed it, dragons who for the record, also do not like trespassers. Sounds like a fun place to go, doesn't it? Yeah, not so much.

Branded a traitor by her people, Shea and her warlord - the fiercely dangerous Fallon - travel to the Pathfinders' seat of power at her father's request, hoping to form an alliance despite the distrust between them. It doesn't take long before Shea and Fallon realize something is dangerously wrong in the place she once called home. Ancient, deadly creatures - gone for hundreds of years, once again walk the lands, awakened from a deep sleep. Worse, it seems the Pathfinders are keeping a secret - one that could destroy them all.  

Eva is a herd mistress without a herd. A tagalong by her own definition. Not thrown away by her people, but rather someone who created a new life for herself when the old one died. When she rescues one of the mysterious winged horses, a creature straight out of myth, from those who would enslave him, Eva opens the door to something her chosen people want more than anything else. An alliance.  

Our fae courts are at war, yet somehow, we're mated. My fated mate is the Seelie Fae king. He’s powerful, dangerous, and sexy as hell. Except, I don’t want a fated mate. Especially since he hates me. Turns out I’m Unseelie, and our courts are at war. When my new Unseelie magic goes haywire and I nearly destroy my city, I can’t fix it alone. The only person with strong enough magic is the king. Which means I have to beg my mate for help. I’d rather chew off my own leg, but that won’t save magic’s bend.

A girls' night out means three things to me: drinking whiskey with my best friend, trying not to kill anyone, and keeping my magic hidden. A fae gladiator like me isn’t supposed to exist anymore. But my Friday night takes a bad turn when a lethally gorgeous fae - Ruadan - tries to assassinate me. He's known as the Wraith, and he's taken a vow of silence until he’s slaughtered the outlaws on his kill list. Outlaws like me. Ruadan lets me live on one condition: I have to earn my place at the Institute of the Shadow Fae.

When my magic manifested at puberty, my parents sold me to the Illuminati. The Order of the Illuminati trained me as an assassin, spy, and thief. But when they sent me to steal a magical artifact that reveals Truth in all things, I discovered that I was working for the Dark and not the Light. The Illuminati trained me well, and paid the ultimate price for their deception.  

I am destined to kill my fated mate. First, Fate decreed that my mate would be Tarron, King of the Seelie Fae. He's gorgeous, arrogant, and for the longest time, I hated him. Until I didn't. Problem is...as soon as I start to fall for him, fate meddles again. Apparently, I’m fated to kill Tarron. To make matters worse, our Fae courts are at war. My mother is trying to destroy his kingdom. She’s hunting down Eternal Fire to destroy his realm, and I have to help stop her.

We survived the land of the Witch’s Reign - that much is true. But our arrival home is far from welcome. My idiot brother has taken it upon himself to ride off in search of a mythical healer, someone who might help him walk again. Assuming she doesn’t eat him first. Because she’s a dragon and happens to reside in the deepest reaches of the Dragon’s Ground. Like I said, idiot. I’d go after him myself, but his leaving is not the only problem I face. My mentor has forbidden me to leave the safety of the Stockyards. Her reasoning? That I am too weak to weather the coming storms.