Debbie Cassidy

The tri-pack collective has existed for centuries—three dire wolf packs bound to the most powerful coven in the world through a single witch born under the thirteenth sign of the zodiac....

Your dead are our business. Got a loved one who’s passed? Want to ask your dead aunt where she hid that elusive will? Head over to Necro city and look no further than Soul Savers Inc....

They say fire rained from the sky for seven days signaling the arrival of the monsters. They say humanity fought hard to beat them. They say the celestials saved us. They say a lot of things. Me? I deal in the present. In scouting for useful things and keeping my team alive....

Death's grip is strong, but my will is stronger. Revelations, loss, and chaos loom. But like always, I'm not about to let any of that keep me down. I'm a woman of action who believes in solutions, except the losses that challenge me now may not have quick fixes....

I honestly thought things couldn't get any worse. I was wrong. Now I'm forced to defend my enemy to protect what's dearest to me. Forced to trust the very thing I've been fighting against....

Lilith’s invitation to the Underealm has thrown us for a loop. Impossible to hide from danger if danger has ordered an audience....

For Carmella Hunter, a witch blood with practically no magick, being surrounded by powerful friends has taken its toll. For once it would be nice to be the one doing the saving. Stuck in a dead-end job in Piccadilly's favorite bakery, Carmella spends her days making cinnamon rolls....

There's an arctic chill on the horizon, and I'm headed straight into it. My friends are missing, and the Sons of Adam may be responsible. It's an obvious trap to snare me. Still, sitting back and allowing others to take the lead is the hardest decision of all....

No one said being bound to three dire wolf shifters and a possessive malevolent spirit was going to be easy. Fighting all the emotions that come with the connections is even harder....

Everything I thought I knew about my world has been shattered. The only constant are the four Monsters keeping me and my people safe. My only comfort in my grief is Bastian, the last of my team. And our only certainty is that we need to find the pieces of the relic and put it back together....

I’ve made it my mission to be useful to my pack. As pack enforcer, I’m fast and strong, but when the time comes to bond with my mate, it isn’t enough. Rejection means lone wolf status and isolation from the pack. But when a package arrives with an unexpected inheritance....

Nothing brightens up a Monday like finding out you're the spawn of Satan. The big bad is dead and now Satan's spawn must fight for the Morningstar throne. I'm tossed into the ring, whether I want to be there or not.

We're no longer in the demon realm and clicking my heels together won't get us home. One powerful thought somehow transported us away from a river of lava and into a land of icy winds and devastation.

If someone had told me that I'd find a haven among monsters, I'd have laughed in their face. But I've learned to expect the unexpected. Now, with the world's fate hanging in the balance, it's time to take a leap of faith. Faith in myself. It means leaving Shem, the watchers, and Bastian behind....

The showdown at Deadside changed everything. It’ll take us going in separate directions to stop the catastrophes that hover on the horizon. But there’s no anticipating the extra threat lying in wait. It’s been there all along. Invisible. Waiting. And it’s about to pounce....

Actions have consequences, and my actions are about to kick me in the teeth. I’m still reeling from the unthinkable. Lucas is gone. It’s all my fault and if the dominus can’t find evidence that my actions were under duress then the consequences will be lethal....

A Reaper who doesn’t reap is like a custard donut without the custard. Pointless. Between getting my ass kicked by Azazel in the training room, avoiding Conah, and verbally sparing with Mal, I’m beginning to get a feel for what it means to be a Dominus Reaper....

Sunshine, rainbows and unicorns? Yeah something's gotta give. Kick her while she’s down seems to be the motto when it comes to my life. But this time I’m clawing back. Hard. After the uncertainty and the heartache, I deserve a reprieve, and I’m damn well going to get it....

Once the vampire king stakes his claim, there's no escape.

Death couldn't claim me, but I didn't escape it's clutches unscathed. The world feels different now, but the threat Loviator poses stays the same. Dracul is under siege, and the humans have no clue what's waiting in the wings.