I did it! I’m free. Well sort of. Freedom isn’t as cut and dried as the word implies. In this case, I’m at the top of Death’s Worst Reaper Ever list. What it signifies remains to be seen. I broke free from Death because there wasn’t any other way out of Reaping Vampires. She refused to let me off the hook or consider other arrangements. I’d have been content leaving it at that, but word about my choice got out. Other Reapers clamored for independence too. Death’s fury expanded another notch with every defection until nowhere is far enough away for me to run to. If I was only fighting her, it might be manageable. Toss in Vampires who hate my guts, a phalanx of dark gods who want my hide, and a bunch of bigoted mortals who’ve decided magic is holding them back. Pah. Humans are their own worst enemy, but they’re the least of my problems. It’s been a rocky journey. Along the way I’ve uncovered allies and even a man who loves me. Will we be enough to slam the gates and send darkness packing? We have to be. No prisoners. No choices.

Come fly with me. Catchy, huh? It works for airlines. Maybe it will work for the dead once I launch my own Reaping business. Except my new tagline will be, come die with me. Back when my life was simpler, I thought all I had to do was hold gateways for the dead to pass through. Silly me, I actually enjoyed Reaping. Almost like a drug or fine, old whiskey, it made me high, filled me with delight, and left me glowing with the rightness of providing a last bit of compassion. Good little Reaper that I am, I never examined any of it too deeply, just crafted portals, exactly as Death trained me. Ha! She neglected to mention I command way more magic than she’d let on in Reaper school. Death smiled pretty to my face, and then lied to me. Used me. Me and all the other Reapers. I can’t not Reap. It’s hardwired into me. But I can tell Death I quit. Big words. I have no idea if I’ve got the guts to follow through, or what Death would do about open insubordination. I’ve always liked to live on the wild side, though, so I guess I’m about to find out.

Tumble into a world where magic won, but the price was high enough to annihilate almost everything—including love. Life in a shifter bordello is all Keira has ever known. None of the magicians’ guilds wanted her because of her mixed blood, and they didn’t protest when the shifters bound her as an indentured hooker. Mired in hopelessness, she longs for more. Barrett’s a full-blood magic wielder who operates a magician supply shop in what’s left of Seattle. No one is more surprised than him when the Sidhe leader commands him to extricate Keira from the shifters. She loves to while away time in his shop, but she always skitters away whenever he even thinks about approaching her. Too bad because she’s twenty shades of gorgeous. Magic and intrigue throw Keira and Barrett together. but she has other priorities—like learning to control brand new magic she had no idea she possessed. Besides, once he spirits her away from the shifters, his job is done. Far better to keep his distance and allow her to seize the destiny she was born for. Now if only he could believe that…

Life used to be simple. I solved cases for mortals, earning myself a solid reputation as a crack detective. And I basked in the adoration of every animal, bird, and sea creature known to man—or sorcerer. My animal mage part is the same, but everything else has changed. The last time I remember being happy was the day I married Blake. Since then, nothing has gone right. When he met me, I traveled beneath crossed stars. Jinxed is a kind term for the trouble that followed me. He says we’re stronger together, but I’m starting to doubt that. Some challenges are meant to be faced alone. Maybe I can fix the problems plaguing us. Maybe I can’t, but I have to try. And I must do it with my animal allies. Blake won’t like any of this, which means I’ll have to slip away when he’s not paying attention. And I’ll need to cover my tracks well to make sure he doesn’t follow me. He’s my heart, my life, but if I don’t leave him, he’ll be doomed right along with me, and I refuse to let that happen.

Bundled for the first time. Three red-hot reverse harem shifter romances. With a few intriguing twists. Alice's Alphas A poor route choice strands Alice - lost, hungry, and scared - next to Lon Chaney's cabin the Sierra Nevada Mountains. When Jed melts out of the shadowed darkness, she adds him to her list of problems. At first, she declines his offer of help, but he keeps talking until she ends up inside a cozy log cabin in front of a roaring fire. His skilled hands and a shot of whiskey heat her blood to molten, and her carefully tended world explodes into desperate hunger. Megan's Mates After witnessing what might have been a murder, Megan is frantic to escape the Garden of Eden cult, so she catches the night train north out of town. Her lifetime commitment to the cult may be a death sentence, but she's not sticking around to let them frame her. Wolf shifters, Les and Karl, eke out a primitive existence on the flanks of the Canadian Rockies. Between hunters who want to kill them and a wildfire raging out of control, they're glad when Jed, their clan leader, shows up. And even more delighted when they see who's in his car. Sophie's Shifters The winds of change are blowing as shifters gather in the Sierra Nevada Mountains for a war powwow. Tempers run high as they argue their next move. An unexpected attack forces their hand, and Blake, alpha for the coyote clan, fights alongside his brothers. He's grimly pleased when every single one of their enemies is finally dead, the bodies chucked into glacial crevasses. Sophie Laughing Wolf tracked her hated brother into the mountains. Gifted with foreseeing, she wants to make certain he ends up just as dead as he was in her vision. When the large group of men he's with are set upon by shifters, mythical dual-natured beings who can take animal forms, she hides, calling on earth power to shield her.

Here’s a roadmap to Edge of Night. Welcome to an eclectic collection of nine short stories. You’ve done time at the edge of night. Nail-biting, stomach-churning time filled with hissing snarls, menacing growls, the whoosh of unnatural wings, and the flash of hellfire. Time that lasts forever, but is over within seconds because time becomes unpredictable in places like that. You don’t want to stay, but it’s too fascinating—in a grisly, macabre, toe-curling kind of way—to turn your back on. You recognize it, though. The place just at the threshold of darkness where it’s not quite safe anymore. Evil broke its bounds at the edge of night, or maybe it always ran free and we’ve been deluding ourselves all along. Join me for nine supernatural tales. Monsters, demons, gods—fallen and otherwise—ghosts, aliens. A touch of science fiction. More than a splash of romance. From magical lands to a chilling glance into the past, Edge of Night has something to tempt everyone. Everyone who craves danger, that is. It takes guts to read the stuff woven into nightmares. It’s a tough job, but you’re up to it. Welcome to my world. A world where magic holds court and the dude next door just might be a demon. Or a shifter. Or an alien.