An Urban Fantasy Collection Don’t miss this enthralling collection of urban fantasy novels, including books from New York Times bestselling author Lauren Dane, R.L. Naquin, and Beth Dranoff Goddess with a Blade by Lauren Dane Rowan Summerwaite is no ordinary woman. Physical vessel to the Celtic Goddess Brigid and raised by the leader of the Vampire Nation, she’s a supercharged hunter with the power to slay any vampire who violates the age-old treaty. A recent string of murders has her at odds with Las Vegas’s new Scion, the arrogant and powerful Clive Stewart. The killings have the mark of Vampire all over them, and Rowan warns Clive to keep his people in line—or she’ll mete out her own brand of justice. Though her dealings with Clive are adversarial to say the least, Rowan is intensely aware of her attraction to him. But she can’t let it distract her from her duty—to find and battle the killer before more women die. To Catch a Stolen Soul by R.L. Naquin Kam is a soul chaser for the Hidden Government, a much harder job now that the Hidden look like everyone else. Broke, out of magic and sick of playing waitress in a pirate-themed dive bar, Kam jumps at a chance for an out-of-town mission. A reaper—and his loaded soul stone—have gone missing. The stone contains souls that might get permanently stuck if Kam doesn’t find it, like, yesterday. She tracks the reaper down to a food truck outside Kansas City, only to find a dead reaper and no soul stone in sight. Which means that someone who should be dead killed the reaper and is running around with a powerful magic item. Not good. The killer is targeting food-truck owners that also happen to be Hidden. The only thing to do is open her own truck and go undercover—goodbye Kam the Djinn, hello Mobile Food Entrepreneur—and hope that she and her new runaway friend won’t be the next targets. Mark of the Moon by Beth Dranoff I’m Dana Markovitz. And my world is shifting. My experience with the paranormal community was a good one, pouring shots in the creature-friendly pit stop where I tend bar. Until last night. A hookup with a vampire ended in a scratch from a jealous were-cat. Surprise! I caught a cat-shifting virus. I should be immune. Or so I’ve always been led to believe. For some reason the infection has riled a demon underworld that apparently knows more about my secret past than I do. They aren’t thrilled with me. In fact, they want me dead. At least I have one normal male on my side. Relatively normal. I think he’s on my side. Tell you one thing. There’s no way I’m being put down like a feral stray. I may not know who to trust, but I’ll be damned if I’m not fighting back. Hell, my claws are already starting to show.