The Silverton Chronicles

Ivy's neighbors have a secret. They aren't human. But Ivy has a secret, too. She knows. As long as everyone keeps quiet, she's happy working as a P.I. by day and chillaxing with her BFF Florian, a vampire, by night. When a routine pickup drops her in the middle of a murder, her two worlds collide. While Florian knows how to throw a punch, deep down he's a softie. His idea of scary? Running out of hair product. It's time Ivy faced facts. Even with a vampire on stand-by, one gal can only kick so many asses.

Florian has it all: excellent fashion sense, a kickass job with his best friend, and a hard-won place among Silverton's werewolves. When a pack of females pads into their territory, Flo's alpha dispatches him to handle a merger. Total cakewalk. Except Keely, their alpha, has no intention of submitting her wolves to Flo's larger pack. Worse, a single glance from her baby blues sends his eloquence on vacation and his heartbeat into overdrive.

Heidi’s gone; her body lies curled up at my feet. Despite the ache inside my chest, it falls to me to alert our alpha and maintain calm within the pack. Those are rules I vowed to obey. Yet, when my vampire neighbor Eli flashes his investigator’s badge, insisting Heidi’s death wasn’t the first, I join his hunt for the murderer, instead. Eli should come with a warning label, though.