I never expected to see a mage battle on national TV.
When the ley lines—the orderly rivers of magical energy that circle the globe—went wild, chaos ensued.
Magic hid in the shadows for hundreds of years, but then a secret order took control of one of the world's largest religions. Their goal is to rule the world, and the first step is to control the ley lines and magic users.
I didn’t escape the Illuminati just to become a slave to the Knights Magica. If they want me, they’re going to have a fight on their hands.
One Master survived the inferno that destroyed the Order of the Illuminati. He may know that I also survived, but does he know that I betrayed the Order?
Hunters are flooding Westport, wreaking carnage on vampires, shifters, and mages. Normal humans are taking notice, and the shadow world teeters on the verge of being revealed.
The Hunters may also be hunting me. Do I stay and fight for my new life and my friends, or do I run again?
All I want is to pay the rent and find a boyfriend. But an insane vampire thinks I hold the key to his takeover of the city, and I have a new stalker.
At least for now, I’ve dodged the Illuminati’s Hunters, but life is still a little too challenging. Rival vampire lords want to use me against each other, and the mysterious members of the Columbia Club are offering bounties for vampires and werewolves.
I'm lucky that the gang at Rosie's has my back, because I'm going to need them.
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.
Thousands of miles away, I landed a job in a quirky little bar. But the scattered remnants of the Order still strive for world domination, and no one leaves the Illuminati alive.
Sixty million in diamonds and a dead billionaire. Sometimes even a successful heist has its problems. Bags of diamonds and breathtaking jewelry are the only clues to a chain of puzzling murders.
When Libby’s questions draw the attention of Montreal’s organized crime bosses, she finds herself a target.
Washington, D.C., has never been boring, but this is ridiculous.
Warring witch covens. Werewolf packs fighting for territory. Rumors of Human sacrifice. Minor problems leading up to Beltane, when the portents say the veils between worlds will shred. Did I mention the blood mage conspiracy using Troll shock troops to take over the world?
With a jaguar shifter, a handsome Nephilim, and a nest of feisty Fairies watching my back, things should be fine. Right?
When a jaguar shifter approached me in a dark alley and told me the fate of the world depended on recovering a thousand-year-old gold statue, I said no thank you.
All I wanted was to tend to my landscaping business. But it seemed every paranormal in Washington thought I knew where that damned statue was. And they were rude about it.
Being rude was a capital crime where I came from.
Even a chameleon can be a target... An insurance company hires Libby to recover a fortune in stolen art and jewelry. Bring them the stolen goods and they'll pay an outrageous fee, no questions asked. The Vancouver art scene is hot, in more ways than one. Billionaires compete for bragging rights, and they aren't picky who they deal with.
The dark sequel to the best-selling Chameleon Assassin. Libby has a chance to build a legitimate reputation when she’s hired by one of the world’s most prestigious museums to bolster their security. The gig is in Chicago, where her heartthrob lives, so she hopes for a little romance.
When Cecily Buchanan walks into the Roadhouse Bar and Grill and offers to sing for a meal, ex Marine Jake McGarrity can't say no. Some say Jake is too soft hearted for his own good. But letting the waif with the cover girl face and the voice of an angel walk away would be more than he could stand.
The history of my relationships reads like the Titanic meets a tornado during an earthquake. Disaster after disaster. For some reason, I'm always attracted to lying jerks. I finally decided that it's better to just have a good time and no one gets hurt. Men are good for sex, but not for telling the truth.
Corwin has led Clan O’Neill for one hundred and fifty years. Nearing the end of his long life, he names a 23 year-old girl as his heir. Not only is Brenna a member of Clan O’Donnell, she’s also a succubus, or Druid as they’re known in Ireland, and many people disagree with his choice.
The Goddess has plans for Brenna and Rebecca, and the Goddess has a wicked sense of humor.
Rebecca Healy is a true wilder, growing up with no contact or knowledge of other telepaths. Discovered by a Clan member on the streets of San Francisco, she felt like she’d hit the jackpot.
It's not easy being a succubus. After a crash course in learning about her genetic heritage, Brenna O'Donnell has discovered what it really means to be a succubus and has learned to embrace her strange Gift. Her major concern is whether Collin will accept her for what she is.