Annie Anderson

Vale Tenebris has a big problem–she needs to get her and her sister out of the Perder Lucem like yesterday. Living with a bunch of cave-dwelling magic hunters wouldn’t be so bad if she wasn’t hiding what she is from the very people sworn to kill her.

If the ABI finds me, I’m dead. Agent or not, when your dad is the head of the most notorious arcane crime family in the country, no one believes you when you say you didn’t open that gate to Hell on purpose.

I was burned at the stake at fourteen... I was drowned in a lake when I was twenty-four... At twenty-seven, I was stoned in a public square... I have died a hundred times in a hundred different ways, usually at the hands of the humans I've tried to save.

Seeing dead people and solving their murders is Darby Adler's bread and butter. What's not on the menu? A nosy Fed poking around her crime scenes, who seems to know a hell of a lot more than he's saying....

Stuck living in the catacombs underneath what used to be NYC, I've managed to stay hidden and alive and safe-ish. But when my guardian fails to return from a supply run, I'm forced to contemplate life on the surface.

Meet Darby. Coffee addict. Homicide detective. Oh, and she can see ghosts, too. There are only three rules in Darby Adler's life. One: Don't talk to the dead in front of the living. Two: Stay off the Arcane Bureau of Investigation's radar. Three: Don't forget rules one and two....

In a kingdom built on lies and blood, some bonds cannot be broken. Merrit Locke runs Lock & Key, a neutral bar at the edge of vampire court territory, keeping her head down, her past blank, and her telepathy a secret. Until Prince Kieran Veyne walks through her door.

Coming from a long line of famous witches, I should be at the top of the heap. Problem is, if there’s a spell cast anywhere near me, I‘ll somehow mess it up.

Once upon a time, I killed a god and stole his power. I've been paying for it ever since. After my banishment, I promised myself three things. One: I would never take a mate. Two: I would find a way to get rid of the power I stole. Three: I would punish the gods who banished me.

Cursed with powers she can’t name, Sloane Cabot has vowed to catch the Rogue who turned her into a monster and killed her family. Too bad a broodingly hot mage is bound to keep her on the straight and narrow....

I have died a hundred times in a hundred different ways, usually at the hands of the humans I've tried to save. But when a pregnant young woman finds her way into my tattoo shop with a demon on her tail, things go from bad to worse. Being a centuries-old witch isn't going to help me—nothing will.

Queen. Savior. Sacrifice. The realms are fracturing—and Vale Tenebris stands at the center of the storm. With chaos spreading across the continent, Vale must harness the magic she barely understands to protect her kingdom and the ones she loves.

Vale Tenebris never intended to honor the pact with the cursed Beast of a king, nor did she expect to fall so hard for the dragon shifters who saved her life.

Vale Tenebris has a big problem–she needs to get her and her sister out of the Perder Lucem like yesterday. Living with a bunch of cave-dwelling magic hunters wouldn’t be so bad if she wasn’t hiding what she is from the very people sworn to kill her.

There are few things worse than being on the Arcane Bureau of Investigation's naughty list. To keep herself out of hot water, Darby Adler has made a deal with the devil - using her skills as a grave talker to help the ABI solve some very cold cases....

Coming from a long line of famous witches, I should be at the top of the heap. Problem is, if there’s a spell cast anywhere near me, I‘ll somehow mess it up.

Cursed with powers she can’t name, Sloane Cabot has vowed to catch the Rogue who turned her into a monster and killed her family. Too bad a broodingly hot mage is bound to keep her on the straight and narrow....

A Council full of Ethereal Elders wants me dead. Yep, it's a regular Tuesday. When you kill a demon there are consequences. Centuries-old witch, tattoo artist, half-demon... none of those titles are going to save me this time.

I swore I’d never take another mate. Not after the last one nearly broke me—bone, blood, and soul. So when Styx shows up at my door with a red dress, a cryptic invitation, and a look that says "trust me" (which I absolutely do not), I should’ve slammed the door in her smug face.

A week ago, I was the perpetual screw up of the Bannister coven and a probationary agent for the Arcane Bureau of Investigation. Somehow, I’ve managed to get myself mated to an Acosta Alpha, pissed off my family, and gotten on the radar of a dark Fae.