Elusion (Facets of Feyrie Book 1)
The First Prophecy
Seed of Death and Dragon’s womb, suffering her fated tomb.
She, our savior, the Fallen’s soul, shall shed her blood to make us whole.
A vengeful Darkness she will arise, her love calls forth the Darkest tide.
Yet, if her heart has ceased to beat, the world shall eclipse in Dark complete.
Pretend Ma told me the terrible things done to me were for the greater good. I’m not so sure about that. I am sure about that my time in this world is drawing to a close. I’m okay with that, I even wish for it, some days. Then I met him, Mr. Glowy Eyes. I know that I’m a monster, and I’m certain that he’s much worse than that. But he also shows me something important.
Do you want to know what it is?
Are you still waiting?
Mr. Glowy Eyes is waiting, too.
In the dark…
Under the bed…
I can’t promise he won’t eat you…
But I can promise you won’t mind when he does.
Ascension (Facets of Feyrie Book 2)
Ever get a job that sucks?
My name is Iza Black and my life IS the sucky job.
I mean yeah, there are perks. Live-in maid service, free food and I get this purple, sparkly aura thing.
Sure, there are also people trying to kill me all the time, and that's annoying. But it's fun to kill them first. So, for the most part, I consider this a perk too.
But there are so many not-perks.
So many people, so much pain. Sleep has divorced me completely and I'm living their nightmares now too.
I'm not sure I'm strong enough for this. I'm not sure I can do what needs to be done. But I have to. Because it's my job.
Does this crap gig come with sick days or vacation time? Because I really need some.
Then there's Phobe. Frustrating, super-hot Phobe-the-jerk.
How does he fit into this, you ask? Keep reading and you'll find out.
Deception (Facets of Feyrie Book 3)
The Dark is angry…
Jameson, the dummy, went off chasing boobs so now I’m chasing a boob too—him.
Every road so far ends at a dead end or with someone dead at the end. Mostly the latter. My patience is growing short and so is the time I have to save him.
But as Phobe, the father of darkness himself and my best-friend and lover, blithely reminds me with his sharp smile, there’s a reason the Sidhe chose me and that reason leaves me covered in blood.
When I finally find the people who took my nerd—I realize the totality of their deception.
Betrayed unexpectedly, that ache calls forth the angry darkness waiting inside of me. Bringing it to the very edge of escaping my control. I’m not sure how much longer I can hold it back or if I even want to anymore. Especially not when Phobe smiles that sexy, scary way he does, enticing me to give in to it and let it reign.
There’s also another incentive, the people responsible for ALL the pain and heartache in my life are only a few dead bodies away.
Obliteration (Facets of Feyrie Book 4)
The Dark wants vengeance...
A prophecy - that I have no faith in - unexpectedly brought me a home. Love. Family.
Now, the damn thing is trying to take it all away from me.
I refuse to let that happen! Fate can go eff itself.
They broke my heart, so I'm going to break their faces, and if I can't do it alone...
There's always Phobe.
This is the fourth and final book in the Facets of Feyrie series.
**Please be advised this book contains adult themes and situations.**
Cadence of Ciar (The Fate Caller Series Book 1)
Magic and Mayhem
Both go together in my opinion because if you have one the other is always present. Ciar is the epitome of both and in some ways my furry arch-nemesis. He’s been with me since I was a child. Now he’s followed me to the Menagerie, except he’s no longer in his canine form. Ciar is now 100% Fae male.
Which I’m not prepared for. Nor am I prepared for this place, because I don’t want to be here. This school is a hen-house for the rich and powerful to reach in and pluck the special people out like fat hens while the rest are fed to the wolves.
Well, except this time there’s one of the big bad ones in the hen-house. Ciar.
He's the bane of my existence, yes. But in a roundabout way he's also my best friend. And even though he looks at me like I'm dinner--I'm not afraid.
I'm pretty sure I look at him exactly the same way.
Rhythm of Rime (The Fate Caller Series Book 2)
Cold hands, warm heart.
Life can change so suddenly, leaving you standing there with your heart in your throat—unsure of what to do. I’ve never been good at playing the damsel in distress, which means it’s time to do something about it. My life has taken a turn I never expected it to take.
I have a Triad. Three beautiful, annoying men have taken up residence in my home and in my life.
Oh, and my dad? He’s the High Priest of the Moon Clan. The evil so-and-so and now he’s decided he wants to meet his daughter. The one he abandoned to the tender mercies of a Graywalker and wants to use for some unknown, nefarious reason.
Then there's Rime, Jack Frost himself nipping at my toes. But when I need the heat turned up, I discover that inside the man of snow and ice beats the heart of a volcano.
**This is a Multiple Mayhem Novel which has Reverse Harem themes.This is not a stand-alone book. **
Up with the Crows (Unsylum Series Book 1)
A feather for my nest...
My financial situation is beyond desperate and that stripper pole is looking better and better. But I refuse to put on the baby oil just yet, there’s got to be someone out there willing to hire me.
Luck is not on my side, at least until I spot the Crow’s feather. The wind decides to try and keep me from my prize, so I’m left with no choice except to follow it. Two seconds later a truck plowed into my car, that I just got out of.
A black feather saved my life. No, I'm not kidding, it literally kept me from being a can of spam.
The feather, not done with me yet, takes off again. Driven to chase it, I do, and it takes me to this gloomy foreboding building that I don't recall ever seeing before.
And as fate would have it... there's a now hiring sign on the front gate.
This book is a slow-burn, Urban Fantasy with a dash of unconventional romance.
As the Crow Flies (The Unsylum Series)
A Feather Brain…
That’s me and a bag of chips. Ever since I started working here at the Unsylum—I’ve been running around in a haze of purple insanity.
Somehow, this job has come to mean more to me than being an overpaid maid. It's become a calling that I can’t ignore. One that leaves me constantly torn between running away like a headless chicken or opening every cell in this place and letting them all out - consequences be damned. Because right now, I’m not sure if I’m having sympathy for the devil or if the devil is having sympathy for me.
That’s enough to scare anyone.