Bücher der Reihe Deadside Reapers

It's all smoke and mirrors until someone breaks the glass. Lilith's invitation to the Underealm has thrown us for a loop. Impossible to hide from danger if danger has ordered an audience. It'll be the wedding of the century, an alliance bringing peace to the Underealm, but if Lilith recognises who I am, it could be the end of me. Thank goodness for Cora and her plan -smoke and mirrors and deception. Let's hope it works, otherwise, if the journey doesn't kill me, Lilith will.

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. One day the world was normal, and the next, it was filled with ghosts. And then the reapers came. Blood-sucking hot dudes with wings and wicked scythes. They took control, and now we have a system. Now we have Necro city, the hub of all things untethered. As a soul relocation agent, it's my job to rehouse the dead until the reapers come to collect, but with so few of those dudes about, the wait isn't pretty. Thank goodness for decent coffee, frosted donuts, and a pending promotion. Things are looking good until they're not. One bar fight and a dead reaper later, I'm left holding the scythe. Not just any scythe, but a scythe belonging to one of Lilith's four favored sons-the most powerful reapers in the world.For some reason, it's chosen me. Now, three very large, very pissed off reapers are on my case. It looks like that promotion is going to have to wait.

Sometimes the mantles we shun are the only ones that can keep us safe. A hidden threat has risen and it's up to me to stop it. But time isn't on my side.While war hovers on the horizon in the Underealm, I'm pulled into a pack issue I didn't see coming.Blood will be shed.Lives will be lost.I just hope my loved ones aren't amongst the casualties.

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. My own personal Happy Ever After. But what they don't tell you in the fairy tales is that happily ever after comes with a price. In my case, it'll likely be one that kicks me in the teeth. Sometimes I bloody hate it when I'm right!