Urban Noir Fantasy

Years ago, while serving in the Borderland, Alexander Southerland watched helplessly as his friend was terrorized and murdered by the Sihuanaba, a mysterious avenging spirit known as the Woman in White. Now an established private investigator in the teeming metropolis of Yerba City, Southerland finds himself on a collision course with this specter from his past. As the detective tries to solve the riddle of a beautiful nightclub singer’s death, Southerland finds himself battling corruption, temptation, betrayal - and deadly horrors from his own nightmares!

When businessman Thomas Peterson is killed outside a football ground in the Highlands, there are several witnesses. Yet the hunt for the killer is proving as futile as the search for a motive. Possible connections to Russian money and an eerie retirement home are soon thrown into the mix. To further complicate things, DI Westphall's MI6 past is coming back to haunt him. Guilt stalks his dreams, but could there be a message in these nightmares? Westphall is in danger of losing his head just when he needs it the most. He must find answers, and fast, before the murderer strikes again.

At least, that’s the way things worked before some lunatic abducted her cousin. When Lana is stolen away in the middle of the night, it’s Erin’s turn to start running. To rescue the only family she has, the one lingering thread that connects her to the everyday world. Without Lana, all Erin has left are monsters and murder, and she’s not about to let that happen. To rescue her cousin, Erin must embark on a grim scavenger hunt, scooping up clues all over town. Miss one checkpoint and Lana’s kidnapper guarantees his victim an extremely violent end.

Demon or angel, sinner or saint, if the price is right, Erin Banks will take you down. When it comes to killing hell spawn and unholy monsters, Erin has free reign. For other killings, there are rules. Those contracts are called lawfully sanctioned murders. Yep, that’s a thing. In Erin’s world, the rules are different. According to the Uncanny Court of Brighton, a legitimate tactic for winning a trial is to murder the opposition’s witnesses, and that’s just what Erin intends to do. Hey, she didn’t write the rules, okay?

From the pulpy pages of Black Mask Magazine in the 1920s and '30s, through the film noir era of the 1940s, to today, noir fiction has lured many a reader and movie-goer away from the light and into the dark underbelly of society. Names such as Raymond Chandler, Dashiell Hammett, and James M. Cain; titles like The Big Sleep, The Maltese Falcon, The Postman Always Rings Twice...these have inhabited our collective consciousness for decades. Humanity, it seems, loves the dark. And within the dark, one figure stands out: that of the femme fatale.

In the city of New Amsterdam, the roaring '20s are in full swing. Victor Quinn, a warlock and heir apparent to a magical kingdom, is working as a gumshoe and doing his best to stay out of politics. Victor has one rule in life: "Don’t get attached," and so far he’s done a good job of it. Everything, however, is about to change - including the very essence of his being. As he struggles to master his new life, an evil plot threatens to destroy his home. Facing a lifetime of change in a few days, how will Victor save the world, when he doesn’t fully understand what he’s become?

I refused my legacy, but my destiny doesn't want to take no for an answer. The plan seemed simple. Run away from home. Go to college. Pretend I wasn't raised to control silver with magic, dance around a fire under a full moon, or guard the barriers between lupines and clueless humans. And for a while, it was that simple. Then, Tobias Somfield had to walk into that alley and into my life, with his English swagger and his sorrowful tale of woe. Sure, the lone werewolf may have come to my rescue, but that doesn't mean I owe him anything, right?

In the second book in the Dead Jack series, the zombie detective hits rock bottom, bingeing on fairy dust and formaldehyde 24/7. Reluctantly, he sets out with a fellow zombie, the narcissistic Garry, to find his long-lost soul. But a new threat emerges: a neo-Nazi group that hunts down the depressed corpse, believing his sidekick Oswald has the power to capture all the souls in Pandemonium. Again, the wicked world needs saving, but this time can Jack also save himself?

Ever since she could walk, Homicide Detective Deena Pilgrim followed in her father's footsteps. A man with a badge, Waldo Pilgrim surrounded himself with what Deena believed to be the cream of the crop when it came to serving and protecting. These days, Deena won't discuss her father or the life she left behind in Atlanta years ago, a life before she partnered with Christian Walker to investigate homicide cases in a city where perps and victims boast incredible, dangerous powers.

Alex Bledsoe’s fantasy novels have drawn rave reviews for their ingenious blend of classic fantasy and hard-boiled detective fiction. Now Bledsoe returns with an all-new tale of intrigue and murder.

I'm Cisco Suarez: necromancer, shadow charmer, black magic outlaw. Sounds kinda cool, doesn't it? It was, right until I woke up half dead in a dumpster. Did I say half dead? Because I meant 100% dead. Full on. I don't do things halfway. So here I am, alive for some reason, just another sunny day in Miami. It's a perfect paradise, except I'm into something bad. Wanted by police, drenched in the stink of dark magic, nether creatures coming out of the woodwork, and don't get me started on the Haitian voodoo gang.

Au lendemain d'une rupture amoureuse, Olivia, jeune femme de 35 ans, se réfugie auprès de sa grand-mère, dans une grande maison du Luberon. Dans cette demeure en pleine campagne, quatre vieilles dames, drôles, parfois indignes, toujours surprenantes, partagent le quotidien de leur infirmière, du jardinier et d'un chauffeur de taxi en retraite. Durant son séjour, Olivia va plonger dans une autre réalité. Aidée de son amie Laure, informaticienne, Olivia comprendra au fil des expériences mystérieuses, que derrière les manies étranges et fantaisistes des vieilles dames se cache le combat de cinq anges contre les forces du Mal.

Being a teen witch is no sitcom with canned laugh tracks. It's especially hard when your crush's family is old school burn the witches at the stake type. Leah decides not to mention her membership in the black hat society if it will score her points with Dylan. If only life was that easy. Best friend Stella pulls her in to a tolerance project that tests Leah's beliefs by sending her hurtling through time where people really do burn witches. If that isn't enough, everyone back in times old and smelly recognize her as the local mean girl.

Can your name decide your fate? I was named after Gerwalta Faust, and if that means nothing to you, then you don't know the real story of Little Red Riding Hood. It is my birthright to lead the House of Red, my destiny to be the next Grand Matron of all hoods. But as the namesake of the Betrayer, am I also doomed to repeat her crimes?

Crawford the were-rat checks into a shady hotel and promptly stumbles over a dead man. A mysterious troll is obsessed with finding the dagger that killed him—a dagger possessed by a demon! The demon denies that he is a demon and is obsessed with regaining his freedom. Meanwhile, the hotel’s night clerk is obsessed with the hooker on the third floor. Crawford is obsessed with what’s in the hooker’s room: a solid gold statuette of a demon-slaying goddess! Crawford has checked in, but when obsessions collide, does he have any hope of checking out?

He woke up in a cave with no memory and smelling of sulfur. All he knows is that his name is Christopher and that he can see monsters. Now he's caught between humanity and the creatures of the night while he tries to find answers to the mysteries of his own past.

Promises, rules, bones; Erin Banks will break them all. Unscrupulous and lethal, Erin has everything she needs to be an assassin in a world full of mobsters, monsters, and magic. She wasn’t born with powers, but thanks to her Uncanny Ink - arcane tattoos that transform her body into a magic-fueled killing machine - she’s more than a match for anyone dumb enough to stand between her and getting paid. Fresh out of prison, Erin wastes no time getting back to what she does best: running down wanted men and claiming their bounties.

Welcome to the first Kurt Lobo Casefile. Welcome to the Endless, Sprawling, Neon City beneath the broken EverNight. Welcome to the life of WolfSpliced Detective Kurt Lobo. There are many, many cases before the events of Kneel Downe’s first book Virulentblurb: Fractures. Here is just one of them…A damaged serial killer is stalking the city streets. Bodies left at random. Ritualistic in their method. Brutal. Can Detective Lobo find the JackPort Killer before events get too close?