Think your dreams are private? Think again. As a dreamwalker, I can ease your nightmares, inspire creation, or steal memories, all for the small price of a buttload of cash. I need the money to save my mom’s life, and the clock is ticking. Then a gorgeous illusionist comes into the picture—though those mouthwatering looks may just be his powers in action. He sends me on a job with a major paycheck, but the pucking vampires show up and ruin everything. As usual, they suck. Now I’m knee-deep in a murder case where the victims and the perps could all kill me with a snap of their fingers. Throw in a creepy castle, a stinky moat, and a legendary monster, and we’ve got ourselves a party. Especially when the bodies begin to pile up. My name is Bailey Spade, and if I don’t solve this case, I’m dead.

Not only is Phobetor real, he’s about to destroy life on every world with sentient beings. You could say he’s becoming a bit of a problem. Unless I’m somehow the hero of an ancient prophecy—and let’s face it, I’m not—everyone I care about is in major trouble. My name is Bailey Spade, and this is how my story ends.

My name is Blue—insert a mood-related joke here—and I’m a femme fatale in training. My goal is to join the CIA. Unfortunately, I have a tiny issue with birds, and the closest I’ve come to my dream is working for a government agency that’s disturbingly up-to-speed on everyone’s sexts, rants in private Facebook groups, and secret family chocolate-chip cookie recipes. I know I’m a spy cliché, that agent who works at a desk but craves fieldwork. However, I have a plan: I’m going to infiltrate the secretive Hot Poker Club, where I’ve spotted a mysterious, sexy stranger who I’m convinced is a Russian spy. And once I'm in? All I have to do is seduce the presumed spy without falling for him, so I can expose his true identity and prove my femme fatale bona fides to the CIA. I never lose concentration at work, so that'll be an absolute breeze for me. Oh, and did I mention he's sexy? I’m doing it for my country, not my ovaries, I pinky swear. WARNING: Now that you’ve finished reading this, your device will self-destruct in five seconds. NOTE: This is a standalone, raunchy, slow-burn romantic comedy featuring a quirky, spy-movie-obsessed heroine, a scorching hot maybe-Russian, several terrifying tales about birds, and lots of text debates about the relative cuteness of animals. If any of the above is not your cup of tea, run far, far away. Otherwise, buckle up for a laugh-out-loud, feel-good ride.

What was missing from my life? A crazy cult that worships the ancient god of nightmares, that’s what. When I break my most sacred vow and invade my mom’s dreams, things get complicated, fast. With Valerian’s help, I’m on a quest to boost my powers and learn to forgive myself—all while saving my home world from complete annihilation at the hands of deranged cultists. In other words, a regular Wednesday.

With my seer powers finally under my control, I'm ready to plunge into the unknown to find my father. He may have abandoned me, but I’ll go to the ends of the Otherlands to save him from his torment. Only problem? With unexpected allies and even more surprising enemies, this rescue mission might be more than I bargained for.

Find my long-lost birth parents? Check. Kiss the man I've been crushing on for years? Check. Finally kick back and enjoy my happy ending? Yeah, no such luck. With literal demons out to kill me and my loved ones in trouble, I'm starting to wonder if I'll make it out of this one alive...

The epic conclusion of Sasha Urban's story! I found my family, I found my heart, I found myself. But it’s not over. No matter how many allies I have, there's no escaping destiny. The end of the world is coming, and I'm the only one who can stop it.