Urban Noir Fantasy

When Eric Carter helps a friend with a deadly ritual that could determine the fate of the most powerful mage family in Los Angeles he steps into the middle of centuries-long feuds with people who make the Borgias look like the Brady Bunch. Eric's just fine with the murder, soul eaters, and death magic. He's just having trouble adjusting to being brought back from the grave. If he's not careful, somebody's going to put him right back.

The eighth book of this dark urban fantasy series follows necromancer Eric Carter through a world of vengeful gods and goddesses, mysterious murders, and restless ghosts.

Former car thief Ray Lilly is now the expendable grunt of a sorcerer responsible for destroying extradimensional predators summoned to our world by power-hungry magicians. Luckily, Ray has some magic of his own, and so far it's kept him alive. But when a friend from his former gang calls him back to his old stomping grounds in Los Angeles, Ray may have to face a threat even he can't handle.

As his 18th birthday approaches, the only thing that Xander Stryker wishes for is death. Yet, he wakes up each morning, forced to go on living and remembering the image of his stepfather murdering his mother. Instead of dying, he is thrown into a supernatural world and offered a choice: Continue his sorry life or start anew. For Xander, the choice is obvious. In the new world, life is just as unforgiving. Horrors from his past lurk from the shadows. As they fuel a fresh legacy, Xander has to stand tall and show old monsters a stronger, better version of himself.

Eddie's on his way back from a routine investigation when his horse almost runs down a half-naked blonde in serious trouble. Against his better judgment, he promises to protect the frightened young woman, only to find himself waylaid by unknown assailants and left for dead beside her mutilated body.

In the second book in the Dead Jack series, the zombie detective hits rock bottom, bingeing on fairy dust and formaldehyde 24/7. Reluctantly, he sets out with a fellow zombie, the narcissistic Garry, to find his long-lost soul. But a new threat emerges: a neo-Nazi group that hunts down the depressed corpse, believing his sidekick Oswald has the power to capture all the souls in Pandemonium. Again, the wicked world needs saving, but this time can Jack also save himself?

Ah, Noël ! Les vacances, les chocolats, la détente, les moments en famille. Une période magique, quoi ! Enfin, sauf quand on a la bonne idée d’être une pâtissière à Toulouse. Le dernier trimestre de l’année sonne pour moi le départ d’un marathon durant lequel je renonce au sommeil et à toute forme de vie sociale pour réussir à boucler mes commandes. Mais je ne suis pas une débutante ! Cette année j’ai paré à toutes les éventualités pour que ma pâtisserie atteigne des sommets.

Tippy the triceratops was once a little girl's imaginary friend, a dinosaur detective who could help her make sense of the world. But when her father died, Tippy fell into the Stillreal, the underbelly of the Imagination, where discarded ideas go when they're too real to disappear. Now, he passes time doing detective work for other unwanted ideas - until Tippy runs into The Man in the Coat, a nightmare monster who can do the impossible: kill an idea permanently. Now Tippy must overcome his own trauma and solve the case, before there's nothing left but imaginary corpses.

I wasn’t supposed to fall for a werewolf. He wasn’t supposed to break my heart. But he did—and I’m done letting ancient fairy tales decide my future. Sure, I’m named after the original Red Riding Hood (the real one, not the sanitized bedtime version), and yes, I was supposed to follow in her footsteps: master silver magic, protect the veil between humans and the supernatural, and become the next “wolf watcher” of the House of Red. But honestly? I’d rather eat dumplings and avoid werewolves altogether. That plan works… until Tobias Somfield shows up. He’s English. He’s brooding.

Another day, another hijacked body. And just 13 hours to solve a murder…Detective Vincent Graves has made a habit of dying. Waking up in someone else’s body isn’t pleasant, especially when it's inside a coffin with tons of dirt pressing down on it. Once he’s out, he learns his soul has 13 hours to find the borrowed body’s killer. With the help of a brilliant FBI agent, Vincent’s quest for clues leads to a looming supernatural presence. And escaping the dark threat may be impossible with his ever-ticking clock… Can Vincent close the case in time?

The Los Angeles Firestorm killed over a hundred thousand people, set in revenge against necromancer Eric Carter for defying the Aztec god Quetzalcoatl. Carter feels every drop of that blood on his hands. But now there's a new problem. Too many ghosts in one spot and the barrier separating them from the living cracks. And when they cross it, they feed off all the life they can get hold of. People die. LA suddenly has a lot more ghosts.

Miles may not be great with catchphrases, but he’s world-class at breaking and preventing curses. When he takes yet another gig magically protecting a winery, he’s expecting a routine job. What he finds is a curse so complex and intricate, it could only be the work of a very powerful magician. The smart thing would be to walk away.

The two parts of being a paranormal private investigator I could really do without are being forced to eat bananas by an animated statue with a potassium fixation, and being put on trial for murder by a self-appointed council of vampire oligarchs. To be fair, I did kind of do it (the murder, not the bananas). But I was kind of saving my girlfriend, who is kind of one of them. On top of this, I've also wound up with a primordial queen of the damned trying to strangle me in my dreams.

Years ago, while serving in the Borderland, Alexander Southerland watched helplessly as his friend was terrorized and murdered by the Sihuanaba, a mysterious avenging spirit known as the Woman in White. Now an established private investigator in the teeming metropolis of Yerba City, Southerland finds himself on a collision course with this specter from his past. As the detective tries to solve the riddle of a beautiful nightclub singer’s death, Southerland finds himself battling corruption, temptation, betrayal - and deadly horrors from his own nightmares!

In a world of criminals, thugs, con artists, cheats, and swindlers, there must be a man to stand against the powers of darkness and corruption. A man not afraid to walk the mean streets—whether they be those of 1930s Los Angeles, an ancient fantasy realm, or some far-flung planet of a future star empire. He is a man who knows that a “good man” is not always a “nice guy”. But when the chips are down, he understands that a hero does the right thing, even if it means losing everything.

At least, that’s the way things worked before some lunatic abducted her cousin. When Lana is stolen away in the middle of the night, it’s Erin’s turn to start running. To rescue the only family she has, the one lingering thread that connects her to the everyday world. Without Lana, all Erin has left are monsters and murder, and she’s not about to let that happen. To rescue her cousin, Erin must embark on a grim scavenger hunt, scooping up clues all over town. Miss one checkpoint and Lana’s kidnapper guarantees his victim an extremely violent end.

Demon or angel, sinner or saint, if the price is right, Erin Banks will take you down. When it comes to killing hell spawn and unholy monsters, Erin has free reign. For other killings, there are rules. Those contracts are called lawfully sanctioned murders. Yep, that’s a thing. In Erin’s world, the rules are different. According to the Uncanny Court of Brighton, a legitimate tactic for winning a trial is to murder the opposition’s witnesses, and that’s just what Erin intends to do. Hey, she didn’t write the rules, okay?

I refused my legacy, but my destiny doesn't want to take no for an answer. The plan seemed simple. Run away from home. Go to college. Pretend I wasn't raised to control silver with magic, dance around a fire under a full moon, or guard the barriers between lupines and clueless humans. And for a while, it was that simple. Then, Tobias Somfield had to walk into that alley and into my life, with his English swagger and his sorrowful tale of woe. Sure, the lone werewolf may have come to my rescue, but that doesn't mean I owe him anything, right?

In the city of New Amsterdam, the roaring '20s are in full swing. Victor Quinn, a warlock and heir apparent to a magical kingdom, is working as a gumshoe and doing his best to stay out of politics. Victor has one rule in life: "Don’t get attached," and so far he’s done a good job of it. Everything, however, is about to change - including the very essence of his being. As he struggles to master his new life, an evil plot threatens to destroy his home. Facing a lifetime of change in a few days, how will Victor save the world, when he doesn’t fully understand what he’s become?

From the pulpy pages of Black Mask Magazine in the 1920s and '30s, through the film noir era of the 1940s, to today, noir fiction has lured many a reader and movie-goer away from the light and into the dark underbelly of society. Names such as Raymond Chandler, Dashiell Hammett, and James M. Cain; titles like The Big Sleep, The Maltese Falcon, The Postman Always Rings Twice...these have inhabited our collective consciousness for decades. Humanity, it seems, loves the dark. And within the dark, one figure stands out: that of the femme fatale.