Ciar is the epitome of both. The bane of my existence. Well, he used to be. Instead of letting me wade out into a world I was no longer a part of, alone - he came with me. To discover my Triad, to discover myself. The former bane of my existence is now the only reason I still have one. Now, he's all Fae male and looking at me with a new hunger in his green eyes. He's making a claim and telling me that there will be more. Two more, in fact. What the hell am I going to do with three of them?

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 some other way to break this job-jinx. Luck is not on my side - until I spot the Crow’s feather. The wind - like my life - is against me and decides to try and keep me from my prize. I follow it. I really want that feather, and end up at this gloomy, creepy 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.

Atlanta was always a dangerous city. Now, as waves of magic and technology compete for supremacy, it’s a place caught in a slow apocalypse, where monsters spawn among the crumbling skyscrapers and supernatural factions struggle for power and survival. Eight years ago, Julie Lennart left Atlanta to find out who she was. Now she’s back with a new face, a new magic, and a new name - Aurelia Ryder - drawn by the urgent need to protect the family she left behind.

Saying goodbye to their old life in the Wyr demesne in New York may be hard, but Dragos and Pia are determined to create a new life in the Other land of Rhyacia. At first, everything seems idyllic. Rhyacia is paradisiacal. Accompanied by old friends and new allies, the future looks safe and bright for Dragos, Pia, and baby Niall. 

It's not every day that a beautiful, naked woman falls out of the sky and lands face-first on grizzly shifter Berg Dunn's hotel balcony. Definitely, they don't usually hop up and demand his best gun. Berg gives the lady a grizzly-sized t-shirt and his cell phone, too, just on style points. And then she's gone, taking his XXXL heart with her. By the time he figures out she's a honey-badger shifter, it's too late. Honey badgers are survivors. Brutal, vicious, ill-tempered survivors.