Something is very wrong with the Fitzwilliam estate... It was supposed to be a regular séance job. But from the minute I met an angry ghost in the hall, I knew there wasn’t going to be anything ordinary about this house or its dead residents. First of all, there were way too many of them. Second, some of them had been helped along from living to dead. Third, my attempt to figure out what was going on got a bit sidetracked when I met the gardener. He was tall, dark green, and handsome. And really, really smart. So I hired him to help me figure out what was going on. And that’s when things got interesting, in more ways than one. I think I’m falling for an orc, and that’s making it really hard to concentrate on doing my job, but if I don’t, I’m going to be in a whole heap of trouble. M/M romance with an HFN ending, the first in a series.

Sometimes dreams aren’t just dreams… The boy begging for help in my nightmares is very real. He’s trapped, and it’s up to me and Mason to get him out. The trouble is, we have to find him first. It would be a lot easier if we weren’t also trying to solve a series of magical murders and deal with my horrible ex-boyfriend at the same time. Oh, and on top of that, I’m trying to make this relationship work, but that’s not the easiest thing to do when you’re a magnet for ghosts and murderers, your ex is a complete narcissist, and your boyfriend is an orc witch. As they say, when it rains, it pours. A HFN, M/M Paranormal Romance—book two in Mason and Ward’s story. Book Two of Beyond the Veil. Book One: The Ghost in the Hall

There was a poltergeist on the stairs. And she wasn’t the only one. The house was full of restless spirits—all of them killed by the Antiquus Ordo Arcanum, a secret society that didn’t seem to care much for the welfare of either the living or the dead. And Mason and I—along with Hart and Sylvia—are right in the middle of it. Again. If that weren’t enough, Mason’s nephew, Jackson, is starting to have nightmares, and when you’re from a family of witches, that can only mean one thing—your power is growing, and you’ve also just become a threat to your own family. In our case, that means Jackson has to come live with us so that Mason can help him learn to control his power, which means that my home life is just about as chaotic—and dangerous—as my work life. Let me tell you, I’m getting pretty sick of hospitals and bandages and sleepless nights. Oh, and I think I might be a warlock. Things are going from chaos to worse, and somehow we still have to plan a wedding. And we haven’t so much as picked out the cake. HEA M/M Paranormal Romance Book Three in the Beyond the Veil Series The final book in Mason & Ward's story

Some days, an elf can’t get a break. I’m overworked, underpaid and underappreciated, and up to my lavender eyeballs in missing and murdered shifters. To make matters worse, I’ve acquired a dog. Sort of. He’s not actually a dog. I don’t know his name or anything about him other than the fact that he’s mostly hairless and is blind in one eye—and he’s a witness to one of the unsolved shifter murders that’s keeping me up at night. We found him at a crime scene, injured and scared, and I just can’t make myself lock him up for obstruction of justice, even though I probably should. He won’t shift back, so here I am with a dog that isn’t a dog following me everywhere and eating off my plate every time I turn around. The weirdest part is that I’m not sure I want to go back to living without him constantly underfoot.

I… have issues. I know. Who’d have thought that a jaded ex-cop elf would have problems with emotional commitment and self-esteem? Yeah, me, too. I’m trying to work on that. I’ve also got a new job, new boss, and a pile of bones I’m trying to identify while not stepping on too many official police-business toes. To top things off, it looks like the Antiquus Ordo Arcanum aren’t the only murdering cult making my life a living hell. I’m in the middle of a battleground between not one, but two cults and a group of people who think that witches, warlocks, and people like Ward and me shouldn’t exist. And as if that weren’t enough, I’m struggling to find time to work on self-improvement and maybe manage to go on a date or two in the mean time with a certain shifter who is just way too adorable for words. I’m pretty sure he’s going to dump my ass. But I really, really, really hope he doesn’t. At least not before I can solve these murders and get my life a little more together than it currently isn’t. Beyond the Veil Book 5: Part two of Hart's story.

Nothing can prepare you for the phone call from your best friend telling you his dad was murdered. Not even if you’re a former homicide cop. But here I am, getting on a plane to fly halfway across the country to hold his hand and hope to hell that I’m not walking into a complete disaster. Who am I kidding? The police think Gregory Crane killed himself, or at least that’s what they’re telling us, but Elliot is sure they’re wrong. And the dead man can’t tell us what happened, either, so I’m going to have to use good old-fashioned detective work to figure this one out. Except I’m not a cop anymore and all my contacts are half a country away. Add to that the fact that the state I’m in is in the middle of a huge anti-magic movement, and everywhere I turn I have people spitting in my face and calling me a freak. My mother is going ballistic, my father is threatening to sue the police department, and I’m trying to juggle a brand-new relationship and my falling-apart oldest friend from childhood. Yeah, you could say I’m beside myself. Now if only I can hold it together long enough to put together the pieces, maybe, just maybe I can manage to get through this without losing my best friend, my boyfriend, or my life. Whether or not I lose my mind is pretty low on the list of priorities—I’m willing to give that up if only I can keep the rest.

I try to be an easygoing kind of guy, but sometimes things happen that really throw you for a loop. It turns out that meeting a certain badger shifter is one of those things. I’d agreed to pick him up at the airport to help out a friend, and I had no idea what I’d gotten myself into. I figured I’d pick him up, drop him off at his hotel, and that would be that. Instead, I can’t stop thinking about him—and it doesn’t help that he keeps texting me, asking for my help. The other problem is… he lives a thousand miles away and is only going to be here for a few weeks. Except that it hasn’t taken long for me to fall hard for those hazel eyes and white-streaked hair. To say nothing of the callouses on those strong hands. I should be paying attention to work—to the killer using the Arcanavirus as a murder weapon—but I keep getting distracted by thoughts of Elliot Crane. Hopefully that doesn’t come back to bite me in the butt. Who am I kidding? Everything comes back to bite me in the butt. And not in a fun kind of way, either. A MM Shifter Romance. Part one in Seth's story.

I moved halfway across the country for this guy—knowing that he wasn’t interested. And that’s probably not even the stupidest thing I’ve ever done. The stupidest thing I’ve ever done is seriously contemplate telling him that I’m falling in love with him. While also trying to find a job and keep my new coworkers from finding out that I’m a shifter. In a small town where everybody knows everybody else… except me. The same small town where Elliot’s dad was murdered, where Elliot was almost murdered, and those people have family and friends who are still openly anti-shifter. The town is divided over whether it wants to embrace its shifter citizens or watch them literally be torn apart. I know which side has my vote, but I’m clearly the outsider here. So here I am, in a tiny midwestern town with more cows than people, trying not to get fired, not to get outed, and not to get killed… all while hoping to somehow figure out a way to make Elliot Crane fall in love with me. I’m going to need a lot more than luck. A M/M shifter romance.

Everything was finally going well. I had a job I liked, a man I loved, and a future we were building together. And then the past came back to haunt me—and now I have to go back to the house in Appalachia where my parents had made my childhood a living hell. Where Noah and I had been broken, over and over, as the people who were supposed to love and protect us tried to turn us into something we weren't and would never be. It was a place I'd never wanted to go again. But I now I have to. Because the parents I never meant to speak to again are dead, and Noah's fingerprints were found all over the kitchen. I didn't know why Noah went back, what had happened to my parents, or whether my psyche was going to make it through a trip back to middle-of-nowhere rural Virginia. Or my relationship. I'd finally managed to convince Elliot to give me a chance, and he was about to find out about a lot of skeletons in a very deep, very dark closet. I could only hope that he'd be willing to help me bury the bones.

My life has been… rough. I spent most of my childhood in an asylum, and I’ve spent the better part of the last six years trying to deal with the fact that everything I touch tells me something about the last person who owned it, the person who made it, and sometimes several people in between. It’s exhausting, and I hate it. I will do pretty much anything to avoid doing it, in fact. Until a six-four, golden-eyed FBI agent walked through the door and dropped literal diamonds into my hands. Well, a diamond necklace. And he asked me to tell me everything I could about who’d owned it, who’d given it to her, and so on. I guess I have to learn how to control my abilities fast, or a murderer might go free. And I might lose my chance to impress the FBI agent who haunts my dreams. An M/M paranormal romance.