As the owner of the Midnight Agency, a private investigation company, I handle all sorts of cases that the police are unable to solve. This case was nothing different. Girls from a local club have come up missing and it is up to me, Rian MacCaren, to find them. Only problem is that the bad guy is no longer human. He is something else. That's what happens when you sell your soul to a demon.

I am Rian MacCaren. I run the Midnight Agency. I am also a Nephilim. I investigate any case that involves the supernatural. Let's face it, normal cops aren't prepared for this sort of stuff. I am. I will stand in the way of the encroaching darkness. When devils and demons come knocking at your door, it will be my gun that answers the door.

A local club is offering everyone their hearts desire, but with a hidden cost. It's always a cost few are willing to pay, let alone die for. Now I have to go undercover after a young woman turns up dead. A pawn in a game run by siblings who survive off the desires and sexual energy of their victims. Now its up to me to get justice for the woman's family and solve the case before I fall prey to my own desires. What can I do when the powers of the Other Side threaten to tear me apart with an unquenchable thirst for lust?

I’m Rian MacCaren, owner of The Midnight Agency, and I deal in supernatural cases no one wants or is equipped to handle. Being Nephilim, part-angel, and part-human, you’d think it’d give me an edge on the bad guys. This is not always the case.An enemy out for vengeance has targeted a young man to get to me and has buried him alive. As the man’s air and his time run out, I need to find the person responsible before I become the next victim. With my list of enemies longer than my friends, this angel is having a hard time figuring out who is after me. On top of it all, I can’t call the cops or enlist their help. Meaning I’m all alone.To make things worse, a mysterious group called The Fallen have shown an interest in me that sends a cold shiver down my spine. Making bad choices is part of my life. I’m not the guardian angel you want, but I’m the one you need. Just remember, if you’re looking for someone sent from above, I’m not that kind of angel.

Working as a paranormal private investigator has its trials. I’m busy, which is excellent, but there are more people, alive and otherwise, after me than ever before. The Other Side has stepped up their game. The Fallen are trying to strong-arm me into joining their ranks; they feel I’m the perfect person to aid in their eventual rise to world power, and they don’t give a damn what I have to say about it. Then there’s the Catholic Church. Apparently, they’ve painted a giant bullseye on my back. That keeps you looking over your shoulder, I’ll tell you. Oh, and did I mention the bastard who abandoned my mother and me when I was born wants to repair a relationship we never had in the first place? Just another day in the life of Rian MacCaren—that’s me, by the way. I solve mysteries, and I see things… things other people don’t. First, dreams plagued me. Now they’ve escalated to visions. Aside from keeping myself alive, my next step is to use my gift, or curse however you want to look at it, to figure out who killed the woman we just discovered in the basement of an abandoned house. Who was she, and why is she dressed in a wedding gown?

My apocalyptic dreams have gotten worse. This time, I can find signs of the Fallen in my dreams. In the waking world, The Fallen have stepped up their game and chose violence. By this, I mean kidnapping Axle and leaving Raiza for dead at my doorstep. My father has warned me that signs of the end of days are here, and The Fallen are actively seeking the end to achieve their New World Order. Did I mention they want my help to speed up the process? I’ll take a hard pass on that. Now, I must rescue Axle, refuse to team up with the Fallen, and keep Lana safe from the monsters threatening my angelic existence. Maybe it’s time that I become the monster they fear. God forgives easily, but I don’t, and I don’t always play by the rules. Another day in my so-called life. Sometimes, coming out as an angel isn’t always to my benefit. After all, people have expectations when meeting an angel. But I can’t stay in the closet forever.