Heather G. Harris

Delve back into Witchlight Cove as Beatrix learns to use the Eternal Flame to protect herself, and her hidden magical town. Perfect for fans of strong heroines, lovable animal sidekicks, and heart-racing urban fantasy, Secrets of the Forgotten Heir delivers action, charm, and supernatural surprises.

Someone paid the vampire king’s creepy son to turn me into one of the bitey undead. I’m not hanging about to find out who or why.

Death has changed bodies… and justice is about to get personal. A dead dryad on my medical examiner's lawn wasn't how this week was supposed to start. But when I discover the victim was merely the latest body worn by the Other realm's most notorious criminal, I realise this isn't just murder.

When I find a powerful political figure dead in his home, I know the pressure is going to be on. His death was brutal, and anything but swift. The brass want answers yesterday, so it's going to take the combined might of Unit 13 to bring the killer to justice.

I'm supposed to be meeting with Emory's dragon Court and amazing them with my suave wit and shining intellect. Instead, I'm on the trail of a kidnapper. Someone has stolen away a centaur teenager, Alfie, from a magical circus....

When Amber DeLea darkens my door a few days before Christmas, I'm expecting trouble. Instead, her orphan ward Jade has lost her Christmas stocking, and Amber wants me to find it....

My mum told me I could be anything I wanted to be–and it turns out that I want to be an alpha werewolf. I’m finally starting to get a hang of this alpha malarkey when destiny sticks her oar in once again....

My name’s Stacy, but you can call me Inspector Wise. As part of the Connection—the magical law enforcement keeping the supernatural under wraps—I deal with the grittiest magical crimes. The Other Realm is a Vampire-eat-Werewolf kind of world, and only the toughest survive.

When I’m arrested for killing a member of the Coven Council, I’m pretty sure we’ll get things straightened out quickly–after all, my victim was a black witch, and she was trying to kill me too. Like most things in my competitive life, I just got there first.

I hate finding corpses. For some reason, my enemies think dead bodies work as a communication method. Call me old fashioned, but I prefer a letter. When I find a pulverized gargoyle on my lawn, I can’t help but think things are about to get rocky....

I’m Jinx. As a private investigator, being a walking, talking lie detector is a useful skill—but let’s face it, it’s not normal. You’d think it would make my job way too easy, but even with my weird skills, I still haven’t been able to track down my parent’s killers.

They pulled her from the lake – young, beautiful, and very, very dead. As Chester’s only magical Detective Inspector, I get the cases the Common police can’t handle, and this one has Other Realm written all over it.

After the shit that went down in Chrome Mine, I’m beginning to fear that I may never see my Sidnee again, because the Sidnee I’ve been left with? She’s downright scary. Just as we try to catch our breath, calamity strikes anew.

I’ve been working on a potion that could change everything. Unfortunately, some people are allergic to change. A price has been put on my head – and the sharks are coming for me....

Being a private investigator wasn’t supposed to be complicated. I expected cheating spouses and missing pets like BonBon, a kidnapped ‘pure-bred Schnoodle’ with a ruby-studded collar. What I didn’t expect was a desperate elf on my doorstep, begging for help to find her missing parents.

Jimmy Rain, vile alpha werewolf and power-hungry coward, thought he could attack my stronghold while I was distracted. Big mistake: knowing that Jess is safe, now I’m gunning for him. No more games.

I’m Jinx, a private investigator, a truth seeker, and a wizard. You'd think of all those skills would make it so easy for me to get to the heart of things. And honestly? I thought I knew what had happened to my parents that night. But I've taken a tumble down the rabbit hole....

Being Queen of the British Werewolves means I’m not one to back down, especially when my friend Emory is facing trial on spurious charges. I stormed in, certain that my impassioned speech would help save the king of the dragon shifters – but darker forces prevailed.

PI by day, reluctant witch by necessity—Beatrix has a case to crack and a legacy to reclaim. I walked away from my magic, my past, and the home I was born to protect.

Ok, so not much sex is going on. The closest I’ve gotten to some action is a date with Stan which ended in disaster. But with all the eye-candy walking around this small town, including the sexy vampire leader, Connor, I’m definitely re-thinking my ‘no dating’ rule.