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I’m supposed to be meeting with Emory’s dragon court and amazing them with my suave wit and shining intellect. Instead, I’m on the trail of a kidnapper. Someone has stolen away a centaur teenager, Alfie, from a magical circus. The circus master has hired me and Gato to find out who took him–hopefully before Alfie swims with the fishes.

I’m Lucy. Your average accountant turned alpha werewolf. An affair with the wrong succubus sent me tumbling into a magical realm I'd never even dreamed existed. I was just adjusting to pack life when I was asked to mercy kill the current alpha. I'm not a total bitch, so I did what he asked, but it's left me as alpha of a pack I don't know, full of people who resent that I still live and breathe while the old alpha doesn't.

I’ve been working on a potion that could change everything. Unfortunately, some people are allergic to change. A price has been put on my head – and the sharks are coming for me. Vampires, Ogres and black witches are all gunning for me, and they want me dead, by any means necessary. The Coven Council, in their infinite wisdom, assign me my very own griffin bodyguard. And of course, the one they assign is none other than my most hated enemy, Bastion.

I hate finding corpses. For some reason, my enemies think dead bodies work as a communication method. Call me old fashioned, but I prefer a letter. When I find a pulverized gargoyle on my lawn, I can’t help but think things are about to get rocky. The gargoyles don’t expect me to look into the death, but who can ignore murder on their doorstep.

Betrayed, alone, and furious, I have plenty of time to plot my revenge. They’re not even going to see me coming. Whoever said revenge is a dish best served cold didn’t know a damned thing. Revenge is hot and fiery and I’m going to rain hell on the ones responsible for tearing me away from Emory on our wedding day. A daemon is stalking the Other Realm, and enough is enough. It’s time to bring him down to the depths of hell where he belongs. Hell hath no fury like a women scorned.

Someone keeps bludgeoning people in the Other realm to death. A couple of the murders were virtually in our back garden, so Emory has asked me to try and find the culprit. I’d feel better if I didn’t have Shirdal along with me, cracking jokes and on the verge of a deadly killing spree of his own. Plus, there’s the small matter of the missing multimillion-pound Eye of Ebrell that I still need to locate.

Kaum hat Privatdetektivin Jessica Sharp, genannt Jinx, die Neuigkeit verkraftet, dass eine magische Parallelwelt existiert – ganz zu schweigen davon, dass ihre sanftmütige Dogge Gato in Wahrheit ein Höllenhund mit schwarzen Stacheln auf dem Rücken ist –, muss sie auch schon in einem neuen Fall ermitteln: Eine Baumnymphe wurde auf offener Straße ausgeraubt und ermordet. Schnell findet Jinx heraus, dass das Opfer in Geschäfte mit einem hochkriminellen, magischen Drogenhändlerring verwickelt war.

As a private investigator, being a walking talking lie detector is a useful skill but let's face it, it’s not normal. You'd think it would make my job way too easy, but even with my weird skills, I still haven't been able to track down my parent's killers.

My mum told me I could be anything I wanted to be–and it turns out that I want to be an alpha werewolf. I’m finally starting to get a hang of this alpha malarkey when destiny sticks her oar in once again.

Ihr erster Fall führt eine junge Privatdetektivin in eine Welt voller magischer Geheimnisse und tödlicher Gefahren. Jessica Sharp, genannt Jinx, ist Mitte zwanzig und Privatdetektivin. Ihre geradezu unheimliche Gabe zu spüren, wenn jemand lügt, ist dabei durchaus hilfreich. Doch trotz ihrer übernatürlichen Fähigkeiten ist es ihr bis heute nicht gelungen, den Tod ihrer Eltern aufzuklären. Trost findet sie bei ihrer Dogge Gato, der sie stets beschützt.