Lacey Carter Andersen

I can't escape death. It comes for me, one way or another. But when I'm accused of a crime I didn't commit, and thrown away with the worst of supernatural society, I'll have to fight with every ounce of my strength to survive. Only, it isn't that easy.

Dragons exist, and I’m one of them. Only, I’m not alone. From the moment the stubborn military man shifted into a dragon, everything changed. Now, I’m torn between two men: one that my dragon claims, and one that my heart claims.

My life is a giant crap pile with a cherry thrown on top. I'm an immortal woman cursed to kill people with just a glance. And now I've been kidnapped by three mouthwateringly sexy gargoyles, who I'm pretty sure want me dead. But it gets better....

Being the daughter of a wraith means that death is in my veins. It also means that just because I happen to be found around a lot of dead bodies doesn't mean I'm a serial killer....

I am bound to the dark...and the dark is bound to me. No one can know what I am. But this secret I carry, it isn't an easy one to hide. It burns within me. It changes me each and every day, making the line between me and the ghosts I love smaller and smaller....

All my life I was nothing. Average. Forgotten and overlooked. And then a powerful fae claimed me as his mate, changing everything. But death took him from me. And then an attack in the night left me a prisoner to the dangerous shadow beasts....

In my new life, no one knows my darkest secret. No one knows what I became after death. I doubt the charming male nurse would give me a second look if he knew the truth....

When I tapped into incredible powers I never knew I had that wild night, I suddenly became the target of a dangerous ruler. He believes that with me by his side, he’ll rule the world.

The thing is, now that I know the truth about the demons, angels, and the realms, I have to do something about it. I can’t get distracted by the three hot men who have stolen my heart. But it’s not that easy.

This fight against evil is a losing battle. My heart breaks more with every drop of bloodshed against these impossible foes. But nothing has hurt more than losing my demon. My remaining lovers say we must press on. That we have to finish what we started.

My mates have all the wooing power of a badger with diarrhea, so it's no surprise when I'm not exactly eager to bend over and become their bride. Not that their ridiculously bad moves are entirely to blame. I'm quaking in my cheap boots at just the thought of having four husbands.

My brother wants me dead… The thing is, I’ve finally realized the truth. This doesn’t end until I end him, and the rest of the Blood Mages. If they continue to exist, the world will never be safe.

Being a dark fae isn’t exactly something you go around telling people. Not unless you want your life destroyed. But when you talk to ghosts and have deadly powers, it’s kind of hard to hide the truth. Even though I try....

The dark fae are being hunted, killed, wiped from the planet like a virus. No one seems to be willing to stand up for them. Rayne would’ve been the leader we needed, but now there’s only me....

As a human, the fae see me as no better than something they scrape off their shoes. So when I lose my job as a maid, I get the choice of either becoming a whore or starving to death—until a fae prince presents me with a plan involving a magical spell that will make the world believe I'm his mate.

When dragons are reborn into the world, the one thing driving them is their desire to claim me. Dragons shouldn’t exist.

We almost died escaping from Nightmare Penitentiary, but somehow, we managed to survive and to even get free. And then? Then, we’re thrown right back into peril again. And as much as I just want to say screw it and give up, I have to pull my “big girl panties” on and keep going....

They call me a monster. They say that my bloodlust is too dangerous. But I can’t change what I am. A berserker. A species that has so few females we’re more legend than reality. But the day I shifted into my monstrous form and killed, it didn’t matter....

Apparently, the best time to ask someone a life-or-death question is when they're fresh from being kidnapped and tired as hell. Who knew?

The gargoyles don't know who or what I am. So maybe, just maybe, if I can hide my identity long enough, I'll survive. But it might take a little distraction to accomplish. The thing is, I don't think I mind distracting four hard-as-stone gargoyles who can't stop staring....