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August 28, 2023
More news on Crashed…Blurbage!
This will be a Patreon-supported book and if you want to get in and get an early read, you’ve only got a few days. I know it’s kinda last minute, but the story started coming together fast.
Support starts just $1, too!
Patrons get perks, sneak peeks and to read the entire book early via ebook. Other perks include your chance to be Tuckerized (have your name featured in the book as a walk-on character), a mention in the dedication, and more. You can become a supporter here. But sign up before the end of the month!
CrashedTravis Barnes isn’t looking for a happy ever after
Unlike his brothers, he doesn’t think he deserves one. As a teenager, he broke the heart of the girl he’d fallen in love with and he’s never forgiven himself. He sure as hell doesn’t expect her forgiveness.
Since then, he fell into a dangerous double life, one nobody, not even his twin, could begin to guess at. He accepts the risks, hoping to atone for his sins and save others like he couldn’t save his former love. When an assignment lands him in the hospital with a near fatal injury, his handler gives him a choice, take a break…or he’s out.
The last thing Travis expects is for his handler to put him up in a house next to her, the woman he’s never been able to forget…
Bella Franklin was once known as Isabel Steele, daughter of a high-powered, corrupt U.S. District Attorney. Meeting Travis Barnes had been the one good thing in her life—then he’d abandoned her.
Years later, living in witness protection, she takes care of foster kids and pretends she’s forgotten him…until the day she finds herself face to face with an unforgettable gaze the color of the ocean. Travis Barnes, the boy who nearly broke her, is now a man who carries shadows in his eyes and holds far too many secrets.
The fire still burns between them. But can she forgive his betrayal, forgive his abandonment? And can she trust the secretive man he’s become?
Trigger warning: this story involves miscarriage, infertility and off-page references to abuse suffered by the heroine at the hands of her father. It also involves found family and two battered souls who find their way back to each other.
The rest of the preorder links to come soon!
Read more about the Barnes Brothers here and check them out if you haven’t bought them
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August 22, 2023
Cover Reveal for Crashed – the Barnes Brothers #5
I told people I was working on it!
No publication date yet. It might be this year, might be early next year, but it will be soon.
I’m also working the next Kit book and A Killer’s Claiming, the 3rd book in the Pretern Wars.
Cover for Travis’s book… FYI, this is going to be self-published. I’ll have it out in ebook and POD print, but it won’t be in mass market, folks. It’s too cost prohibitive unless I end up getting a whole hell of a lot more patrons on my Patreon, but it will be in print.
This one is a little darker, more intense, but it’s also about Travis, which anybody who has read the series has probably been expecting.
This will be a Patreon funded book, which means they’ll get snippets, early peeks and the first read. The blurb has already been posted there. If you’d like to support this book and others, join in here. Patronage starts at $1.
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June 3, 2023
News… Audiobook news, etc
For those who were waiting for Kiss and Tell at the Wishing Well to hit other platforms, it’s gone wide!
“I’ve fallen through the looking glass,” I whispered. My head ached and I wanted a drink. I wanted it so bad, I could taste the burn of whiskey going down my throat.
But when I took a step toward the end of the alley, the leanly built man with a face that was almost painfully handsome stepped into my path. “After all that, you’re just going to walk away?”
I went still, tightening my hand on the strap of my knapsack.
“None of it concerns me so why shouldn’t I walk away?” I said and my voice was so calm, I wanted to pat myself on the back.
He folded his arms over his chest and leaned forward a bit, a charming grin crooking the corner of his lips. “Oh, so you’re going to pretend you didn’t see my mate’s wings or feel any of that crazy mojo in the air?”
My breath caught in my chest.
“Finn,” the bigger man said, sounding a bit amused and a bit annoyed. “You’re going to scare the poor woman.”
“Am I?” He scraped short, neatly clipped nails along his cheek, the stubble making a rasping sound that made me want to shiver. “Am I scaring you, pet?”
“I’m not your pet,” I said, narrowing my eyes. Even if I did like how it sounded in that sexy-as-sin accent of his. Irish…Irish spoken in a deep rumble that was like velvet over my skin.
“Too bad.” His eyes darkened and his voice deepened. “You’d be a delicious thing to pet…warm, soft…female.”
Liquid heat rushed to gather between my thighs.
His lids drooped and his lips parted. “Oh, now that’s just daring me, darlin’. How am I supposed to let you walk away without having even a single taste…”
A strangled moan tried to tear out of me. Swallowing it, I took a wobbling step backward, but my knees tried to melt and I wavered.
The other man was there in a blink, catching my elbow. He reached out and shoved the one he’d called Finn hard on the shoulder. “Tone it down, you arse.”
Tone what down?
I had no idea.
My bones felt all loose and limp, like they were made of taffy and I wanted to sink into the man in front of me. But the other man—Sebastian—his name was Sebastian—took my arm. “You look flushed, ma’am.”
It came out as mum and he offered a dazzling smile.
“Maybe you need a drink. The sun’s warmer today than we expected. Have you eaten anything?”
“I…um…no?” I couldn’t remember. Surely, I had. Skipping meals was ill-advised because it made other appetites harder to control. Maybe that’s all it was. I should sit down and eat something…then I’d feel better. Less like I needed to let the one with eyes like dark velvet do whatever he wanted…
No. My body might want to melt, but he wasn’t thinking anything like that, my mind insisted. Not about me.
“Then come inside my pub. I’ll get you a drink and you can have a snack. On the house.”
“I…” Shaking my head, I looked back over my shoulder. “No, that’s not necessary. I was going to try—”
“I insist.” He smiled again and it was warm and inviting. Impossible to deny, really.
My stomach grumbled then and my knees did another dip and wobble. Okay, food would probably be smart.
* * * * *
Ten minutes later, my head was clearer but I still couldn’t quite recall exactly how I came to be in the pub. Sebastian had offered an arm and then it was like…poof. Magic. We were inside.
Now, sitting in a small bar, I sipped from a glass of ginger ale, waiting for the sugar to hit. I was munching on tortilla chips with some of the best spinach dip I’d ever had as well. Sebastian kept disappearing through a small door, returning after just a minute or two.
Before I finished the ginger ale, he was back with a plate of cheese, fruit and crackers.
“I…” My mouth watered at the sight of the strawberries but I’d seen some of the prices around here. This place wasn’t in my budget. I wasn’t hurting for money, but if I wasn’t careful, that wouldn’t last.
“Share it with me,” he said, a charming smile on his face. “Perk of being the owner. I can eat whatever I want—and share it.”
I slanted a look at him, suspected I was being maneuvered but damn, I was hungry. He took one of the berries and bit into it while I debated.
Finn strolled over and leaned against the bar, selected another. “You should have used more strawberries, luv,” he said. “I could eat every last one—”
I grabbed the largest one on the plate and bit into it without even realizing I’d done it. A husky wolf’s rumble of amusement echoed in my mind and I swallowed a curse, realizing that greedy grab hadn’t entirely been me.
“Maybe I should get more strawberries,” Sebastian said with a chuckle.
I was definitely being maneuvered. But it was just food…right? What was the harm in letting a couple of attractive men give me some food? Even if one of them was a …seriously, a faerie? I couldn’t remember any of the stories I’d read as a kid about the fae and food but my wolf would warn me, wouldn’t she?
Slowly selecting a piece of cheese, I let the wolf creep closer and she peered out through my eyes, taking in everything I saw, smelled.
She breathed in and liked what she scented in the air—and it wasn’t the food that appealed. Nice, she murmured. Strong.
An image formed of male hands running over our flesh—two sets of hands, both sensual and strong as they touched us, stroking our breasts and thighs, tangling in our hair and spreading our legs.
I shoved her back.
Stop, I ordered.
Mate…they want to mate with you.
I grabbed my ginger ale and drank, wishing it was something stronger.
As I lowered the glass, another was put in front of me.
“Irish whiskey,” Finn said, voice husky and thick. “I think you’ll like it.”
My hand shook as I took it, sipped. It was smoke and fire as it slid down my throat.
“I should go,” I said, moving to slide off the high-backed bar stool.
Sebastian lifted his heel and planted it on the rung of my seat—if I slid forward anymore, I’d be riding his hard, massive thigh. It wasn’t an unappealing picture, either.
“Do you want to?” he murmured.
I couldn’t look at him. I was wet between my legs and aching, so aroused I could smell it. If these two were anything like me—
A low groan came from across the bar, followed by a rough curse and I jerked my gaze up. Finn was staring at my mouth. Sebastian put a broad palm on my thigh and squeezed with firm, yet gentle pressure. “Answer me, sweet…do you want to go?”
I dragged my gaze to him and saw that his rich blue eyes were glowing—really glowing— and specks of gold lit up the blue like hints of sunlight in a nighttime sky.
“Your eyes,” I whispered.
“What about them, my pretty little wolf?”
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Next! Kit in Audio!Audible has bought the next three books in the Kit series, Haunted Blood, Blooded Blade and the as-yet untitled final story. They’ve also renewed the contracts on the first five books in the series, so those will remain available (that’s good, right?)
Thank you to everybody who has supported these books in audio–it wouldn’t have happened without your support.
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April 18, 2023
For everybody who likes my dirty books
And I do mean dirty, like my old EC books…
I’ve got a book releasing from Amazon next week on Kindle & KDP. It was previously only on Kindle Vella but didn’t do all that great – I didn’t do much to promote it, so there’s that, but I’ve had a bunch of stuff going on – as always – and couldn’t keep up with getting chapters out as often as I wanted, so that’s also an issue.
In May, it will release on other platforms, but I have to allow 30 days before I publish it elsewhere per Vella’s terms.
Grace
Six months ago, I was bitten by my ex-boyfriend and turned over to his Alpha to cover gambling debts. I survived and escaped. After a mentor took me in and showed me how to live as a werewolf, I sought sanctuary in a small coastal town in Massachusetts.
I wasn’t looking for a lover or a new boyfriend. I certainly wasn’t looking for them, two beautiful, dangerous males who definitely weren’t human, nor anything I’d consider part of the safe and somewhat normal life I’d told myself I wanted.
But I found them…and I’m keeping them
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Power smacked me even as the man held up conciliatory hands.
“Truce, little wolf,” he said, slowly backing up several steps.
I growled, his blood hot and sweet in my mouth.
“I meant no harm.” He hitched up a shrug. “But you come onto my land and there’s been chaos ever since. The worst isn’t even over. I had to make sure you’d be worth it.”
I growled again, taking a step toward him.
“Alright, that was probably rude…” He offered a grin that some might call charming. I wanted to bite it off his face. “But you have to look at it from my point of view, little wolf. Two of those who’ve lived here the longest have been off their mark ever since you showed up. You go to a grocery store, get sneezed on and when you leave, the mayor hits you with his car…”
I snapped my teeth. That hadn’t been my fault.
He winced. “Okay, the mayor shouldn’t have been texting on his phone, I’ll give you that.”
I’d been being chased, but I wouldn’t tell him.
“Come on, Grace…shift into your human skin so we can talk.”
I didn’t want to. My wolf was there with me, and she was strong and I knew I was safe with her. But what choice did I have? None.
Laughing bitterly as my human skin settled in place, I rose and faced him. “Probably rude?” I bit off as I arranged my hair to cover as much of me as possible. Unbound, it was long enough to hit my ass so it covered a lot of essentials…just not all of them.
The man in front of me reeked of power, so much of it, my teeth ached, and the few swallows of his blood I’d ingested made me feel lightheaded.
“Is something about this funny?” he asked, eying me curiously. “I mean, I’m glad you decided to be reasonable and shift so we could have this conversation now rather than later but you didn’t seem amused earlier.”
I barked out another harsh laugh and he winced.
“None of this is funny,” I said, glaring at him. “Not being forced to shift shape out here naked in front of a stranger. Not having that stranger shove his nose against my crotch in some fucked-up dominance display—none of it is funny.”
His face took on a stony cast. “I wasn’t threatening you.”
“Live my life and tell me if it’s a threat. You’re such a fucking male—telling a woman what is and isn’t a threat to her.” Crossing my arms over my chest, I stared past him and drew in a ragged breath. The air was so thick with his magic, it almost choked me.
Maybe that was why I missed their scent until that precise moment.
Closing my eyes, I swore under my breath. Heat scalded my cheeks. I started to shake.
“Perhaps you’re right—that was badly done of me. I haven’t had a shapeshifter in my lands in decades…maybe even a couple of centuries. Look…I can help with…” He frowned at me, then glanced over my shoulder. “I can make them leave.”
“No.” I gave him a tight frown. “I’m leaving.”
“I haven’t made my decision.” He narrowed his eyes. “You know who I am.”
“Yes.” Fixing a blank look on my face, I replied, “And I’ve decided I don’t fucking care. If this is the shit I have to put up for sanctuary, then I don’t want it.”
“Wait. I know why you’re here.” Something on the man’s face shifted slightly and there was a softening, along with an expression that might have been guilt. “He won’t stop coming after you.”
I bared my teeth at him.
Behind me, I heard the others…footsteps of two men drawing closer.
“Maybe I should just let him try.” Then I shifted, the change coming easy, like liquid pouring over my skin. I felt the faint brush of fingers over my shoulder before my form wasn’t mine, but a wolf’s and then I was running, merging with the night to become one with it.
As I sped toward the rocky edge of the beach, I heard furious cursing, then Finn’s shouting out, “Damn it, Grace…can y’ not let me talk to you!”
No. I couldn’t. And I didn’t want to. I was tired of letting people use me, be cruel to me, toss me aside.
So. Fucking. Tired.
The wind whipped around me and a shadow stepped out of the night.
I recognized the large, lithe form in time only because the eyes burned midnight blue with specks of sunshine.
“Grace…”
I twisted my body, pounced onto the broad, flat surface of a rock and scrambled onto the next, then the next.
“Fuck!”
Sebastian’s coolly cultured voice shattered the night in a blistering torrent of curses.
My wolf and I both smiled.
And still, we ran.
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December 5, 2022
Blooded Blade
Blooded Blade Kit Colbana #7
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Kit Colbana—half breed, assassin, thief, jack of all trades. Master of
none.
Or so she’d always been led to believe.
Over the past few years, Kit Colbana has dispatched some of the worst
threats the non-human races could have imagined. Pandora—a mother of
monsters. Puck, a father of nightmares. Jude, a vampire who nearly drove
Kit to the brink of insanity.
Then there was the Lemera, an ages-old creature of myth, born from Kit’s
own people, an unseen, undead assassin that hunts without rest, kills without remorse. Yet Kit walked away.
Her grandmother’s pet assassin failed to kill her so Kit wasn’t surprised when yet another unwanted memory from her past shows up, looking to take her down. But her blood-hungry, homicidal aunt disappeared without a trace only hours after arrival.
Is it a reprieve? Or something far worse?
Kit’s lover Damon is keeping secrets. Her grandmother’s pet assassin, the Lemera, seems to have taken a liking to Kit. And her grandmother, Kit’s own worst nightmare, is haunting her dreams.
They’re all on a collision course with fate and there’s only one way it can end…bloody.
ExcerptNow out!
“Nothing quite so simple.”
The answer came, not from Lemera, but from the doorway.
I whirled, knife in hand, and at the glimpse of a man moving into the doorway, I reacted.
Chang caught the blade, swinging his torso to the side in a fluid, impossible movement that told me I’d never be able to take him by surprise—not with the way he’d just crept up on me. On all of us, judging by the way Justin and Colleen were practically vibrating. Even Lemera looked uneasy at the sight of him.
But the ages-old shapeshifter didn’t look at them. He looked at the blade he held, wiped it on his sleeve. “My apologies, Kit. I did not mean to startle you.”
Panting, I stood there as he crossed to me. The magic-sharp scent of his blood danced in the air and realized he’d caught the knife by the sharp edge. I swiped it from him and glared.
“Damn it, Chang.”
“Again, my apologies.” He looked around, gaze flashing gold, then, eerily to complete black.
Terror chittered in my brain, my memory feeding up an image of the woman Lemera had called Madae looking at her with ink-black eyes. But her eyes had been…soulless. Void of life, warmth, anything of heart and kindness.
Chang’s came to mine, and even though his eyes were pure black, I saw…him.
“I have never seen you so terrified, Kit,” he said quietly. “In all the time I’ve known you, you have never held this much blind fear.”
The acrid taste of it was crawling up my throat, all but choking me, so I was pretty damn sure it was pumping out of my pores, too. I wasn’t surprised he could pick up on it.
“Sorry,” I said, shooting for a bitchy tone and failing. “If I had known a shifter sniff test was coming, I would have picked a stronger deodorant.”
His lids flickered, then he blinked and just like that, the dark brown of his eyes was back and he chuckled. “It isn’t in your scent, my friend.” He leaned in and pressed a kiss to my forehead.
Unsettled, I held still as he pulled back, his eyes still studying me carefully.
“I guess if you tracked me here, then Damon isn’t far behind,” I finally said.
“I didn’t track you.” Chang looked away from me then, turning his head to look at Lemera. “I tracked her.”
Her visage flickered and when it reformed, she was as she’d been in life, beautiful, tall, strong and golden. Her sea-blue eyes rested on Chang’s with an odd sort of recognition.
“I know you,” she said finally.
Well, yeah. The two of you tried to kill each other.
But the thought had only barely formed when Lemera shook her head. “No. I know of you. She has sent me to kill you before. I failed. You’re the great hunter. The one she’s always feared. You and your cub…” Her eyes widened and she looked at me. “Your stubborn male.”
Chang blew out a tired, heavy breath and walked past us to look out the window. It was opposite the one Lemera had used earlier. With the ease I might use to rip off a bandage, he pulled the boards from the window, not stopping under all of them were gone. Once his view was unencumbered, he leaned forward.
“There was a time when I would have ended you the moment I saw you,” he murmured.
Justin tensed. Colleen’s breath caught in her throat.
Lemera’s visage faded back to the spectral form of the grave.
And I think my heart stopped.
I had no idea who he was talking to, not until he turned around. His gaze skated past me to land on the revenant.
“Do you think it so easy?” she asked, the screams of untold dead echoing in her voice.
“Now that I know what you are?” One corner of his mouth quirked up in a smile that spoke of faint amusement. “Yes. You’re of the grave, revenant. The largest part of you yearns to return to it.”
Silence rippled through the desolate church and through the strange bond I shared with Lemera, I felt her surprise…and her longing. I touched her arm, afraid she might rush toward him, beg him for what he’d just offered.
The contact was viciously cold but I didn’t pull away.
She brushed her fingers over mine and in that instant, she warmed and her body was once more fully human, as she’d been in life.
“I cannot go to my rest yet, little sister,” she said, meeting my gaze. “No matter how much I wish to. You know the promise I made. And the hunter, powerful and old as he is, cannot undo the curse binding me to her.”
Tugging my hand away, I curled my fingers into a tight fist and watched as she moved to stand before Chang.
“Why would you end me?” She studied the slim shifter, head canted to the side and eyes curious. “Because she pulled me out of the grave? Because she sent me to hunt you?”
“Because I smell the magic that was part of your remaking.” His lip curled and the black spiraled in his gaze once more, giving way to an old, ancient anger. “I smell it…and I know it. I spent years hunting the persons who stole her from her family. It was one of the few quests I ever failed, one of the few promises I was unable to keep.”
“You talk of Charmian.”
His mouth tightened and rage flashed in his eyes. “You might not wish to speak her name, revenant. I am not who I once was, but that doesn’t mean I’ve forgotten my vows.”
“I did not kill her.” Lemera flicked her hand, the gesture not quite dismissive…but close. “She and I made a pact, and yes, she died trapped down in a hole with me, but it wasn’t my hand that ended her life.”
A growl escaped him. “Don’t toy with me.”
“Why would I bother?”
He shot out a hand.
It went through Lemera—the first time. But when he went to yank it back, brilliant gold flashed—and it flared around them both, blinding all of us. It burned with power, light and tasted of the wild, of the earth and the deep, dark green forest.
I flung up an arm.
Justin spun and flung himself against me and Colleen, silver flashing all around us.
Then the golden light dissipated and Chang had Lemera pinned to the wall.
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November 4, 2022
NETGALLEY!
NETGALLEY! 
Link
ICYMI: BLOODED BLADE is up on NETGALLEY
Link – NETGALLEY
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November 1, 2022
Blooded Blade… up on Netgalley
Heya folks… Blooded Blade is up on Netgalley for those who review books!
Find it here.…only a month to go!
How about a snippet?
Excerpt“So, exactly who can see you?”
“Whoever I wish.” From the corner of my eye, I saw her shrug. “Taking my fully corporeal form requires energy and I’m still weary. Appearing before you takes little effort, though, as you accepted the blade. We’re bonded, little sister, you and I.”
I resisted the urge to stop again as I demanded, “Explain that.”
A husky chuckle escaped her. “Do you know that I had lain in the earth for several centuries, buried among bones, although I wasn’t truly dead? She was the one who put me there, but she had need of me and couldn’t remember just where she’d left me. Then she decided to come and pull me from the earth, committed untold horrors to force her will upon me. And you, child, I give you my bond and you are displeased by it. Such a puzzle you are.”
“Yeah, well, you’re the queen’s pet killer! Excuse me for not being pleased that you’ve up and decided we’re bonded.”
“I’ve never been her pet!”
I froze, terror turning my blood to ice as she was suddenly in my face, once more the specter from my nightmares, scraps of mummified flesh over graying bone, dull wispy hair blowing back from her face as she bent down to snarl into my face with breath that reeked of death and decay.
“She ripped me from the resting quiet of dark peace where I’d lain, so long in the dirt that I’d almost forgotten that I wasn’t truly dead, so long in the dark that I could almost pretend I’d found my rest, you child!” Lemera grabbed the front of my shirt, hauling me onto my toes. “She destroyed the only ones I ever loved, destroyed my line, all because she feared death, and now my promise to destroy her is the one thing that keeps me bound to the earth after all these centuries. I’ve never been her pet, Kitasa. I will be her death. I am vengeance. I am fury. But I am nobody’s pet.”
Reactively, I’d gripped her wrist. Now, my fingers freezing from the contact, I squeezed and stared into her death-glazed glare. “You killed at her command.”
Her eyes narrowed, then abruptly, she let go, shoving me back.
“You are a child,” she muttered again, like it was a curse. But her voice shook this time and she moved away, looking defeated. “You’ve carried such a burden for so long. It makes me forget you’re but a child. And they taught you nothing.”
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September 17, 2022
Myth. Monster. Mine.
Myth. Monster. Mine. 
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September 12, 2022
Some book sales…
So I have some books on sale through Kindle…
I believe most, if not all, are priced at $1.99 and the prices last through the end of the month. Some prices might be matched at the other retailers, so you can click on the title to check it out and follow the other links.
Friends to lovers with a secret crush, movie star twist
He was supposed to kill her but decided to save her instead
She is a killer. If she was ever anything else, she doesn’t remember.
He always gets his man, even if it means coming in last with the woman he’s fallen in love with
An untrained psychic, a marked man—all odds are against them.
She doesn’t want him. He doesn’t need her. Like hell.
Haunted. Hunted…Harassed.
Magic made her. Then it broke her. Now it haunts her…and she doesn’t know if she can find her back.
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September 10, 2022
Well. This has been a long time coming.
Kit Colbana—half breed, assassin, thief, jack of all trades. Master of
none.
Or so she’d always been led to believe.
Over the past few years, Kit Colbana has dispatched some of the worst
threats the non-human races could have imagined. Pandora—a mother of
monsters. Puck, a father of nightmares. Jude, a vampire who nearly drove
Kit to the brink of insanity.
Then there was the Lemera, an ages-old creature of myth, born from Kit’s
own people, an unseen, undead assassin that hunts without rest, kills without remorse. Yet Kit walked away.
Her grandmother’s pet assassin failed to kill her so Kit wasn’t surprised when yet another unwanted memory from her past shows up, looking to take her down. But her blood-hungry, homicidal aunt disappeared without a trace only hours after arrival.
Is it a reprieve? Or something far worse?
Kit’s lover Damon is keeping secrets. Her grandmother’s pet assassin, the Lemera, seems to have taken a liking to Kit. And her grandmother, Kit’s own worst nightmare, is haunting her dreams.
They’re all on a collision course with fate and it can only end one way…bloody.
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