Justice with a Vengeance She'll risk everything to bring a killer to justice... After one too many deadbeat boyfriends, Joy needed a fresh new start. She swapped out her man for a lovable pooch named Blue and picked up a dog walking gig on the Upper East Side. But she never expected her new lease on life would include a dead body... When her curiosity takes her deeper into the case, she and Blue dig into the dirty secrets of Manhattan's elite. As it becomes clear that murder is only the tip of the iceberg, Joy will put the people she cares about in danger to make sure justice is served. Failure to catch the killer could destroy everything she knows and loves... Unleashed is the first book in The Sydney Rye series of dark mysteries that never shy away from sex or violence. If you like daring heroines, canine companions, and edge-of-your-seat thrillers, then you'll love Emily Kimelman's vigilante origin story. Download Unleashed to get on the case today!

At the end of a long journey, lightning flashed outside my window…I need more control. My hand jumped to Mulberry's forearm and squeezed. Shutting my eyes, I struggled not to picture the small plane cracking in half, my body flying through the air, still seat-belted to the beige leather chair; Blue, his paws grasping at empty space, disappearing into the bruise-colored clouds. The small jet shook and our pilot's voice, smooth and steady, came over the loudspeaker, "Sorry about the bumps. We'll have you down in Miami in about twenty minutes. Just hold tight." Mulberry put his hand over mine. "Don't worry," he said. "We'll be there soon." He smiled, making his crow's feet crinkle. Mulberry's eyes were deep emerald with ochre and flashes of gold. I tried to smile back but could tell I was just giving grimace. Mulberry handed me his whisky and soda. I finished it off. The ice cubes danced in my empty glass. Then we were suddenly out of the clouds. Below us the ocean was close, steel blue with white caps cresting each wave. The city's skyscrapers looked like towers of mercury in the storm's eerie light. Raindrops clung to my window, streaking across it as our speed pushed them aside. Hugh was somewhere down there in that city, a flat landscape made multi-dimensional through the efforts of man. My stomach lurched as we dropped through the air, my seat belt pressing into me. Blue whined softly and flattened himself even further onto the floor of the plane. A giant of a dog, Blue has the coat of a wolf, the snout of a Collie, with one brown eye and one blue. Both of which were trained on me at that moment. My fear was freaking him out. Closing my eyes, I tried to imagine the turbulence as a gentle rocking but it didn't work. An ice cube jumped out of my glass landing on the carpeting. Blue, his belly still flat on the ground, inched his way toward it, then his tongue stretched out and pulled the cube into his mouth. He crunched twice before looking back up at me, now hoping for more whisky-flavored ice. I couldn't help but smile at the expectant look on his fuzzy face. We touched down with a jerk that sent my heart racing one more time. But as we slowly taxied toward our hangar the storm seemed suddenly minor. Just a breath of wind fluttered across the puddles, turning them into shimmering mirrors framed by the dark tarmac. "All right Ms. Rye," our captain's voice came back on over the loudspeaker. "Sorry about that descent, but we got you here safe. Thanks for flying with us, I hope we'll have you back real soon." As soon as humanly possible. I didn't want to be here, but Hugh was in trouble, and if there was one person I cared about in this world it was him. He was a tie to my murdered brother, a shared memory bank. I would do anything to help Hugh. P.S. The dog does not die. **Beware: If you can’t handle a few f-bombs, you can’t handle this series.**

Justice with a vengeance Who controls Sydney Rye? Because that person controls a dangerous weapon--a killer and a symbol--proof of a prophet's divinity and the catalyst for an international vigilante network. Sydney Rye is just one woman, but to millions she is much more. Whoever controls Sydney controls the masses, can incite violence, turn wife against husband, daughter against father...release the wolf in us all. Robert, a ruthless and powerful billionaire, wants Sydney... Mulberry, ex NYC detective and injured warrior, faces death for Sydney... April, a devout follower of the "Her" Prophet, believes in Sydney... Anita, a brilliant manipulator of media, fears and reveres Sydney... The Prophet needs Sydney... Who controls her? What do they want? Sydney Rye and her dog, Blue, must travel across the globe from the deserts of the Middle East to the sparkling shores of Miami Beach in a twisted game of cat and mouse to discover the truth. Is Sydney strong enough to control her own destiny, or is she a pawn in someone else's game? Read Flock of Wolves today and discover the truth!

On the second story of a low-rent apartment complex, two women are found murdered, the scene awash with blood. One, a young nun from the local school, seems to have had the misfortune of being in the wrong place at the wrong time. The other, a local celebrity for all the wrong reasons, someone that was recently ousted from public office and is trying desperately to claw her way back into the spotlight. Called in to investigate are two people that could not be more different, in their approach or in the organizations they represent. To one side is Detective Reed Mattox and his K-9 partner Billie, a duo that call the place where the crime took place home and are fast building a reputation for tackling the toughest cases in the city. Opposite them, Sydney Rye and her own canine sidekick, Blue, a duo representing a government agency that few have heard about, their style one that operates free from the sphere of public opinion. The only thing they have in common? A deep-rooted desire to see justice served, no matter what form it eventually takes...

The first three books in the Sydney Rye Mysteries: Unleashed, Death in the Dark, and Insatiable. My dog once took a bullet that was intended for me. A bullet that ripped through his chest, narrowly missing his heart, and exited through his shoulder blade, effectively shattering it. This left him unconscious on the floor of my home. Amazingly, this bullet did not kill him. Ten years ago I adopted Blue as a present to myself after I broke up with my boyfriend one hot, early summer night with the windows open and the neighborhood listening. The next morning I went straight to the pound in Bushwick, Brooklyn. Articles on buying your first dog tell you never to buy a dog on impulse. They want you to be prepared for this new member of your family, to understand the responsibilities and challenges of owning a dog. Going to the pound because you need something in your life that's worth holding onto is rarely, if ever, mentioned. I asked the man at the pound to show me the biggest dogs they had. He showed me some seven-week-old Rottweiler-German shepherd puppies that he said would grow to be quite large. Then he showed me a six-month-old shepherd that would get pretty big. Then he showed me Blue, the largest dog they had. The man called him a Collie mix and he was stuffed into the biggest cage they had, but he didn't fit. He was as tall as a Great Dane but much skinnier, with the snout of a collie, the markings of a Siberian husky, the ears and tail of a shepherd and the body of a wolf, with one blue eye and one brown. Crouched in a sitting position, unable to lie down, unable to sit all the way up, he looked at me from between the bars, and I fell in love. "He's still underweight," the man in the blue scrubs told me as we looked at Blue. "I'll tell you, lady, he's pretty but he's skittish. He sheds, and I mean sheds. I don't think you want this dog." But I knew I wanted him. I knew I had to have him. He was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. Blue cost me $108. I brought him home, and we lived together for years. He was, for most of our relationship, my only companion. But when I first met Blue, a lifetime ago now, I had family and friends. I worked at a crappy coffeehouse. I was young and lost; I was normal. Back then, at the beginning of this story, before I'd ever seen a corpse, before Blue saved my life, before I felt what it was like to kill someone in cold blood, I was still Joy Humbolt. I'd never even heard the name Sydney Rye. P.S. The dog does not die. **Beware: If you can’t handle a few f-bombs, you can’t handle this series.**

The only thing more terrifying than taking a life is creating one. The positive pregnancy test rocks my world harder than any bomb or bullet. Like the hurricane bearing down on Miami, it threatens total destruction. I'm confident I can escape Miami, evade the mercenaries intent on killing me, and uncover the people who hired them. But telling the father I'm pregnant... raising a child... I'm not cut out for motherhood. I know I'll survive. It's everyone I love who dies. That changes now.

Dangerous Secrets, Powerful Magic, and Insatiable Desire. The first three paranormal romance/urban fantasy books in the Kiss Chronicles: Lost Secret, Dark Secret, and Stolen Secret. My dying sister vanished in the middle of the night. Usually, Megan called to me before dawn, but sunshine pooled on the bare wood floor beneath the window when I woke. My heart leapt into my throat. She’s dead. After months of fighting, Megan finally...I hadn’t felt it though. Wouldn’t I know if the only person I ever loved— I stumbled out of bed, tangling in my blankets, then raced to her room. Empty. The sheets were folded aside. She must be close. I moved down the hall toward our shared bathroom. The door stood open, but Megan wasn’t there. Backtracking, I checked the living room with its slouchy couches, and the kitchen with its worn countertops. No Megan. I pushed through the French doors out onto our balcony. The music district of Crescent City, a night owl’s paradise, lay still in the soft morning light. Megan’s flowers overflowed their boxes, spilling riotous colors down the wrought iron rail. I stood alone, a gentle breeze lifted a lock of my hair, and tears stung my eyes. Megan was gone. The police assumed she left of her own free will—there was no evidence of a break-in or struggle. "Maybe she was done fighting and couldn't tell you," the detective said, his brown eyes sympathetic. "You didn't know her, she would never give up." "Often when people go missing, the loved ones they leave behind come to realize," he paused and took a breath, "that they didn't know them as well as they thought. Everyone has secrets, Darling," his voice drawled over my name. "Megan could barely walk," I ground out. "Somebody must have taken her." "But who would kidnap a dying young woman? How did they leave no evidence? Why didn't you hear them?" He asked. I didn't have any answers. It didn’t make sense. Nothing did anymore. Strange, exhilarating dreams began haunting my nights. A new hunger, an unquenchable thirst that felt almost…dangerous...ruled my days. Scared and alone, I couldn’t imagine the dark secrets my hunger hid. They’d been lost for so long—locked away, buried by time, and twisted by whispered lies—but when Megan was stolen everything began to unravel… Before it did, before I saw the dead rise, witnessed vampires feed, or visited the warlocks’ library, before I held a life at the edge of my lips, I was just Darling Price—a musician like so many others in this vibrant city. I struggled to pay bills, practiced with my band, and grieved for my missing sister. I was innocent and naive. I’d barely even been kissed. Beware: This series is for adults who enjoy steamy paranormal romance with strong urban fantasy vibes and don’t mind a few f-bombs.