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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. He’s beautiful, dangerous, and far too observant. When a violent ambush forces Merrit to act, Kieran sees just enough to draw the wrong conclusion, believing she’s a rare seer. A lie Merrit must uphold when he drags her into a world of velvet deception. To use her, he makes her part of his court.

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. As a probationary agent with the Arcane Bureau of Investigation, I have two choices: I can limp along and maybe pass myself off as a competent agent, or I can die.

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. Now, I’m practically glued under enough null wards to hide a god and stuck with a stupidly sexy shifter of a jailer who hates my guts. When my former employer comes sniffing around, not only does he keep me alive, but we find out that our pasts are far more connected than either of us realize. And the lies we’ve been told could kill us both.

Waking up at the foot of your own grave is no picnic…especially when you can’t remember how you got there. 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. Whether she likes it or not....

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. 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.

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 - especially about the ghosts surrounding Darby and the murderer who's desperate for her attention.

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. As a probationary agent with the Arcane Bureau of Investigation, I have two choices: I can limp along and maybe pass myself off as a competent agent, or I can die.

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. Worse? Three warriors have infiltrated my home, insisting that I am the last gold dragon they've been searching for. That everything I know everything I've believed is a lie.

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.

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.

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. Not necessarily in that order.

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.

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. The bonds with her mates have been tested, and the forces threatening to tear their world apart grow stronger by the day. As ancient powers stir and secrets come to light, Vale is thrust into a race against time to stop a war that could consume the realms.

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. Her escape plans crumble to dust when she has to choose between the freedom she longs for and saving her sister from the clan leader’s son. Forced to use the unruly magic, she exposes the one thing that would mean her execution.

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. The only way I'm going to get out of my death sentence is to take down the biggest, baddest demon there is... My father. And I thought being burned at the stake was bad... Daughter of Souls & Silence is the second book in the Rogue Ethereal Series. If you enjoy foul-mouthed heroines, dark humor, and enemies-to-lovers, then you'll love this series.

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. But when the ruthless Guild infiltrates the kingdom, this witch finds herself caught between impending war and the promise she never meant to keep.

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. Now, I’m practically glued under enough null wards to hide a god and stuck with a stupidly sexy shifter of a jailer who hates my guts. When my former employer comes sniffing around, not only does he keep me alive, but we find out that our pasts are far more connected than either of us realize. And the lies we’ve been told could kill us both.

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. Instead, I ended up at the All Hallows’ Eve Ball. In heels. Surrounded by strangers. And then… him.

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. But there is something mighty amiss in this task, especially when quite a few of these cases lead Darby right back to her home town of Haunted Peak and the secrets buried there.

Just about everything Sloane Cabot knows about her past is a big old pile of malarkey. Couple that with the blank spot of how her family died, and she needs answers, like, yesterday. But when a man shows up dead on her family’s grave, she knows it somehow has to be tied to that fateful night a year ago.