Part sun fae, part blood fae, all abomination.
After years wasted dodging slurs, threats, and assassination attempts, Lane Callaghan gave her past the one-finger salute and ditched her former fae home for good.
The detective agency she and her sisters run on the edge of Las Vegas limps along, with Lane doing more debt collecting and intimidating than investigating, but a gal’s gotta pay the bills. Between working for lowlifes to bring down even lower-lifes, eating cheesy poofs by the bucket, and flirting with the criminally attractive bartender Teddy, who pours drinks and breaks hearts where she conducts business, Lane’s finally got a life worth living.
When a routine job goes sideways, Lane’s left holding the bag, quite literally: a sack full of stolen sun shards, the source of sun fae power. Without the shards, the sun fae will lose their magic completely, or risk death if they use their power.
As far as Lane's concerned, good riddance, considering they would rather see her dead. The problem is, her father and adopted sister happen to be sun fae. When Lane decides to return home, Teddy insists on riding shotgun. Together they must face dark secrets and deadly choices to save the fae bastards who almost killed Lane…or fail and watch them all burn.
Being bad never tasted so good.
Lane Callaghan almost died six months ago. Her heroic deed finally achieved the one thing she always wanted and finally realized she never needed—the sun fae’s respect. While the fae no longer wish her dead, she has new bigger, badder enemies at large. And after inadvertently binding herself to the beast inside her sugar muffin, Teddy, possibly within her bedroom.
Once again thrust into the unwanted role of heroine, Lane and her sisters are hired—some would say forced—into another job. This time, it isn’t just the sun stones that are missing, sun fae are vanishing without a trace. As Lane reluctantly begins to peel back the layers of the investigation, she discovers sun fae secrets and shames that hit a little too close to home and threaten to tear her family apart.
Lane must navigate a treacherous path through lies, secrets, and escaped homicidal druids, all with the jaws of Teddy’s black wolf hovering at her neck.
Some bridges are meant to be broken.
Lane Callaghan finally has something to celebrate. Not only did she land a mate who looks stellar in denim, she fulfilled her contract with the sun fae and locked a deadly, dark prince behind bars in the process. To toast her freedom from the realm of Eodrom, Lane, her sisters, and their best gal pals head out for a night on the town.
As expected, the music is loud, the drinks flow, and the snack bowls are bottomless. What they don’t expect is the moonbit werewolf stripper who turns the party into a bloodbath, but maybe they should have. While Lane and her sisters have been focused on fae drama, human paranormals, werewolves in particular, have been succumbing to a rare infection, and their good friend Zee fears she’s next.
At last, Lane has a case closer to home. Or so she thinks, until Fate arrives to dispense a dire warning that the subterfuge in the fae realm of Ta’Vale isn’t over, and it’s closer to Lane than she thinks. In fact, it might have everything to do with the reason she ran from home all those years ago.
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A job that requires magic is complicated for a magic-less fae...
Private Investigator Lane Callaghan excels at breaking bones, collecting debts, and intimidating the local sleaze, but in her hard little hearts, she dreams of being more than the enforcer for her and her sisters’ business.
