Winter Urban Fantasy

For centuries, Sister Winter’s life has been dictated by a Grimoire—the book her Sister Autumn just destroyed. Despite the necessity of its destruction to end a vile shadow organization and the sisters’ 300 years of separation, Wendolyn is left adrift without its guidance.

One sassy Demigoddess. Four hot Guardians. A Realm to rule. The balance between Winter and Summer is on a knife's edge, and only one person can save it. With four of her mother's strongest warriors to guard her, Wyn is thrown into a Realm full of unicorns, demons, and gods with agendas she can only dream of. Can the Winter Princess fulfil her destiny and prevent a war that could destroy everything? The Daughter of Winter series features four (yummy) protective men, a strong heroine, Celtic mythology, kilts, Scottish accents, ancient gods, very steamy scenes, a unicorn and even dragons.

I thought I was a useless witch whose only weapons were a switchblade and a mean disposition. I thought Zak was a rogue druid with waning power and an alluring aura that's impossible for me to resist. And I thought my fae familiar was a harmless shape-shifter who chose me because I'm "mildly interesting". But nothing is what I thought. Nothing is what it seems. Including me. I need answers, and I need them fast - before I sink any deeper in the quagmire of secrets I've fallen into. The Crystal Druid's. The Winter King's. And my own.

The Green coven is under attack. The children of its leaders are disappearing without a trace, and nobody knows how to find them. Witches are losing it, and the coven is on the brink of self-destruction. The strangest thing is, the exact same things happened a decade ago, right before the Bone coven broke apart, and I'm not one to believe in coincidences. Solving this case means making my place in the paranormal world once and for all, and I'm going to use everything I have to get to the bottom of it - even if it means exposing my real magic to the world.

Assassin. Soldier. Arrow. That is who Vasic is, who he will always be. His soul drenched in blood, his conscience heavy with the weight of all he's done, he exists in the shadows, far from the hope his people can almost touch-if only they do not first drown in the murderous insanity of a lethal contagion. To stop the wave of death, Vasic must complete the simplest and most difficult mission of his life.For if the Psy race is to survive, the empaths must wake....

The knights of the round table are alive in Vancouver, but when one winds up dead, it’s clear the familiar stories have taken a left turn. Hildie, a Valkyrie and the investigator assigned to the case, wants to find the killer―and maybe figure her life out while she’s at it. On her short list of suspects is Wayne, an autistic college student and the reincarnation of Sir Gawain, who these days is just trying to survive in a world that wasn’t made for him.

Three months ago, I landed a job as a bartender. But not at a bar-at a guild. Yeah, the magic kind. I'm not a badass mage like my three smokin' hot best friends. I'm not a sorcerer or an alchemist, or even a wussy witch. I'm just a human, slinging drinks like a pro and keeping my non-magical nose out of mythic business. Seriously, I know my limits. So why am I currently standing in a black-magic ritual circle across from a fae lord? Somewhere behind me, my three mage friends are battling for their lives.

When Cassidy Nolan agreed to take over as the Alpha for Chicago's North Side werewolf pack, she knew she was in for a challenge. Four months later, and she's wondering how things deteriorated so far so quickly. Her sister—the Hunter of Chicago, a genetically-engineered werewolf/vampire/demon slayer—has disappeared, and wolves from her pack are vanishing without a trace. Complicating matters is the lone wolf in town whose motivations Cassidy isn't sure she trusts.

When Bethany Aodhán, resident—and reluctant—relic hunter for Deva's Fae Council, is assigned her next task, little does she realize just how many unwanted ghosts it will raise. The missing relic—Borrhás's Horn—enables the user to raise elements of winter against their enemies. It quickly becomes clear that the Horn is now in the hands of a powerful witch who has very specific targets in mind—everyone involved in the hunt for Agrona's Claws.

In the mesmerizing sequel to Red Winter, Emi can no longer hide within the safety of the shrines. The goddess has charged her with a new task, one that will take her deep into the perilous realm of yokai. Shiro is her guide and protector, yet his confusing, captivating allure is a danger of its own. With the fate of the world in her mortal hands, she cannot falter, but is she strong enough to sacrifice everything - including him?

The auction block awaits, and a vicious vampire prince wants me and what flows through my veins. So I make a run for it, only to end up falling at the feet of a fae warden. Technically, Roar, the Warden of the West, should return me to the vampire court, but he has other ideas. He needs a fake fiancée. The deal: if I play his dutiful partner at the Winter Court and help him trick the cold King of Winter, Roar will hide me from the blood-suckers intent on draining the life from me. I agree, and for a while, it seems like nothing can go wrong. That is until Vale sets his sights on me.

Atlantica - the forgotten isle, the glittering gem in the cesspool of humanity's future. Anything you do inside your own home is allowed. It is a dog-eat-dog world of millionaires and billionaires. The rest of society beneath them live in ignorance. Those at the top have money, tools, people, assassins, and murderers. One such assassin was a rumor, a myth, a ghost in the night. The Red Countess, the lady Valentina Winters. A player among the elite has something Valentina wants, and she is willing to do most anything to get it.

In 2036, a rapidly destabilizing climate culminated in a worldwide snowstorm that froze the entire planet. Billions are now dead due to starvation, disease, civil unrest, and the plummeting temperatures. What remains of humanity now live in small settlements or isolated makeshift villages, carving out miserable lives in this grim new reality.

My blood binds me to the curse of the summer fae. Am I entwined with the Unseelie's curse as well? I didn't ask to be the key to the survival of not one, but two faerie realms, but I can't stand by while others suffer if there's some way I can help.

As the witches roast chestnuts and melt lead to see their fate, a series of odd messengers land on their doorstep bearing invitations for a New Year's Eve masquerade hosted by a woman they've never met. Gossip, dreams and portents follow, leading the witches to question the woman's motives. Is she as benevolent as she seems or is she laying a trap? And so, as Gilded-Age New York prepares to ring in the new year, the witches don their finery and head for the ball, on the hunt for answers that might well be the end of them.

Ever since I found out I was adopted by my werewolf family, I longed to know where I came from, where I belonged. Now that my wolf showed me her memories, and Haworth confirmed who my father was, I want nothing more than to forget. But suffering from an identity crisis is the least of my worries now that my sister has shown me her true face. Taking over in Haworth's stead after she killed him, she's determined to figure out how to perform a very powerful possession spell, and I just happen to be the perfect candidate.

I expected to be fulfilled, less confused when all the secrets about who I am come to light. Instead, the revealed truths have left me more devastated than ever. Chasing ghosts of the past and running into a kid who claims to know all about me isn't all that bad, until I have to put my trust in a complete stranger, and make a deal with a fairy. The clock is ticking. It's only a matter of time before people start to figure out out who I am and where I come from if I'm not careful, and I'm not exactly known for being careful.

I’m in Hell, but some witch I know calls it Arizona. At least Tucson’s an excellent place to hide from the hefty bounty on my head, now that the entire supernatural Community knows I’m the last phoenix. Catching me comes with a set-for-life kind of price tag. I don’t blame the bounty hunters; business is business after all. But I’m beyond pissed at the maniacal mage who outed me and caused this whole mess.

Now, as I chase after her, I have to continue to lie to the people that matter the most to me. When I do find her, I'm not the only one, and the fairy with a voice that makes imaginary spiders crawl up my skin makes me do something even worse than selling my soul. Stuck with my sworn enemy in one head, finding my father is no longer an issue. What comes after might just make me regret having let Jane live. But by then, as is the case with most bad decisions, it will be too late...

I thought I'd never see Julian Walker again. Never came much sooner than I expected. After killing the Hedge witches that wreaked havoc among covens for decades, I thought people were finally going to learn how to see past the physical. I thought they'd begin to trust me. I was wrong. I didn't expect things to go from bad to worse so fast, until I found Julian Walker on the floor of my office, barely even breathing. He tells me he needs me. He tells me that I'm the only one who can stop the fairy who had destroyed the fairy realm and its Courts.