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Lucille Amboise has been serving as Enforcer to the Vampire Council for centuries; a role she's always taken extremely seriously. When an investigation causes her to cross paths with a human tracker who is hunting the same criminal, she decides to join forces, at least on the surface, to increase her chances of bringing the rogue vampire to justice. Two things she didn't count on: The growing connection between the human and her, and the ever growing risk of losing either her life or her heart if he finds out about her true nature.

When SAS veteran Gabriel Wolfe receives a five-word text, his self-imposed exile in Hong Kong comes to an abrupt end. Honoring a blood oath he swore with Vinnie Calder, Gabriel investigates how the ex-Delta Force sniper ended up dead in the middle of the Texan desert. What he discovers shocks the battle-hardened soldier to the depths of his soul. Assisted by biotechnology tycoon Clark Orton, a deniable CIA team is planning to trial a new biological weapon on Cambodian orphans. Operating alone, Gabriel traces the plot to the heart of the Cambodian jungle.

Vampires exist. And a whole bunch of them live in London. Wallflower Cat only went to the stupid Halloween party because her roommate dragged her along. Big mistake. Even worse: Nearly falling into bed with Alexander, the mysterious host of the event, before fleeing his mansion faster than a bat out of hell. Something about him and the other partygoers made her suspicious. Still, Alexander left his mark on her. The kind that lasts an eternity.

A sense of foreboding hangs over Michael, like the dark clouds collecting overhead. Trouble brews, of the non-meteorological kind. The scent of blood clings to the frosty December air, attracting him against his will. The source? A beautiful woman, lying facedown on the damp pavement. Drained, though not yet dead, only the Ritual can save her now. Immortal playboy Michael never wanted to become anyone's maker. Never wanted to settle down. Until one cold winter's night he finds Anna, and everything changes.

Just when life deals SAS veteran Gabriel Wolfe a decent hand, his best friend is murdered. And Gabriel’s in the frame for the crime. Struggling to come to terms with her death, he finds his world collapsing around him. The woman calling herself Erin Ayers is rich, powerful, and very, very deadly. And she’s out for blood. Gabriel’s, mainly. But first she wants to destroy everything - and everyone - he loves. She’s hired an assassin Gabriel last met in Hong Kong to help her. Nobody is safe from Erin Ayers and her fury. But who is she? Why does she hate Gabriel Wolfe so much?

The ladies of Clerkenwell Central Hall are none too pleased at having their temperance meetings disrupted by the rowdy communists next door, but for Miss Olive Stapleton in particular, the uneasy coexistence proves fatal when she is found stabbed through the heart with a paper knife. Enter Freddy Pilkington-Soames, who’s been recruited by British Intelligence to investigate a suspected communist plot to stir up a general strike. Freddy thinks there’s more to Miss Stapleton’s death than meets the eye, but as he delves more deeply into the mystery, it only becomes more puzzling.

When Hollywood star Dorothy Dacres plummets six floors from her hotel terrace on the night of her greatest triumph, it initially looks like a tragic accident. But her death is so very convenient to her many enemies that press-man Freddy Pilkington-Soames, who was there on the night she died, begins to suspect foul play. And when cocaine is found in her room, it only complicates matters further. Soon, Freddy is chasing across London on the trail of drug dealers.

It's 1929, and Ticky Maltravers is the toast of London high society, adored by everyone - or so it seems, until somebody poisons him over dinner. Now it turns out that numerous people with secrets to hide had every reason to wish him dead. But which of them murdered him? For Freddy Pilkington-Soames, newspaper reporter and man-about-town, the question hits a little too close to home.