The Books

Things got complicated after that—Arrick’s home realm of Moldize faced imminent destruction and my newfound powers were destined to save them.

But how could I trust them?

Exiled from the peaceful Twelve Realms over 900 years ago, Moldize was filled with malevolent deities and villainous men. Forced into this brutal world, I felt conflicted. On the one hand, I wanted to stand against my family’s enemy, but on the other, I felt drawn to my destiny like a moth to a flame.

I needed to decide my next move quickly because time was running out.

My powerful grandfather was searching for me, and I knew that once he caught up with the gods who kidnapped me, there would be no stopping his thirst for vengeance.

That left me with a crucial question: Could I save them all before he found me? And even more important: Did I want to?

A lot had happened since Arrick kidnapped me—my grandfather was dead, the Peacekeeper’s mantle he’d held for over 900 years abandoned, and it was all my fault.

Without Gabryel to stop them, the Nefarals plotted against us, and my sister, Remi, was at the epicenter of their uprising. As the last creation deity left in the Twelve Realms, I needed to claim my seat as the new Peacekeeper and stop the coming war before it started.

But I was stranded in Moldize, trapped by the very security measures meant to protect us. To overcome them, I needed Remi’s help; after all, her position as the Bicaidian princess gave her power, and with it, the ability to send me home.

It would be dangerous, but I knew that I had to do whatever it took, and so did she. We would pay whatever price we had to so that I could keep the Twelve Realms from ripping themselves apart.

Only, we never could have imagined how steep that price would be.

How did this happen?

Everything went so wrong on that final day in Bicaidian hell. Though I sacrificed my freedom to save Bekka and our allies, I couldn’t unshackle them from our enemies. Now we’re trapped—Bekka and the others in Bicaidian prison, and me as Madwyn’s lapdog.

It’s been months, and Madwyn has conquered five of the Twelve Realms, thanks to me. Every time I kill for her, the darkness inside me grows. And Bekka’s magic—a secret I’d die to keep—is a raging beast beneath my skin begging to break free.

But, things are changing and the tide may finally turn in our favor.

Ellarah is conscious and has started remembering what happened to her on inauguration night. Caden and Deklan’s dormant magic has awakened, and Emorie is placed into a cell with Bekka. They find new alliances—and they begin to plot their escape.

But when Madwyn threatens my family in Moldize, Bekka and Remi must convince Valeria to negotiate peace with her. But peace is the furthest thing from Madwyn’s mind, which means Bekka and Remi must break free from their prison before there are no realms left to save.

With Madwyn’s leash around my neck, I can’t help them, and without their magic or godly strength, they’re as likely to die fighting their way out as they are to succeed.

The trouble is, I know my soulfused mate, and she’d rather die with free air in her lungs than spend the rest of her life in a cage.

After months of captivity and torment, we’ve finally escaped Bicaidian prison.

But there’s no time to celebrate—Arrick is still bound under Madwyn’s control, Valeria has fallen, and my parents have vanished.

When a mysterious prisoner we freed during our escape reveals a key to breaking Arrick’s binding, and I discover where my parents have fled, we learn the truth about my family’s past is far more complicated than we imagined.

The Twelve Realms are on the brink of destruction and with time running out, we have no choice but to divide and conquer.

While I rally the scattered royal families to form a fragile alliance, Remi and Thayne must infiltrate Valeria’s most secure fortress to steal the secret to saving Arrick. But the royals don’t trust me, and without my grandfather’s leadership, the alliance is crumbling. Meanwhile, rebel forces are tearing Valeria apart, and its capital city teeters on the edge of chaos.

The odds are stacked against us, but failure isn’t an option. Because when the survival of everyone I love is at stake, there are no second chances.

As a paranormal private investigator, I help the deranged and the desperate. But most of all, I hunt demons.

I kill them. They go back to hell. End of story. We don’t head into downtown Santa Sombra for microbrews.

But when my new client vanishes, along with twenty-four others, I’m confronted with a demon stronger than anything I’ve faced. Terrifying. Dangerous. Planning something that could crack my city wide open. And the people I love most—my two best friends, my chosen family—are at risk.

When my case collapses, help comes from an unexpected source—a lust demon whose touch threatens to undo me. With his help, I discover the truth. The past is personal, brutal, and entwined with the present in a way that might shatter me.

With my city on the brink, and my friends in danger, I’m running out of options. Can I trust the demon whose power shakes me to my core? Or is he the weapon that will destroy me?

I know he’s a monster. But what scares me the most is… I don’t care.

Jenna: Two months ago, a demon and I stopped the apocalypse. It cost me my best weapon, my sanity, and apparently my good judgment—because now I’m standing in front of the Prince of Lust again, asking for a favor.

Khamden doesn’t do favors. He does deals.

The one he offers me should be easy to refuse. It isn’t. Now we’re bound together while Lucifer walks the Earth and a flood of newly escaped, impossibly strong demons tears through Santa Sombra. Yet somehow, the most dangerous thing in my life is the demon fighting beside me.

Khamden: Jenna Torrence was supposed to be a loose end. A problem I solved and walked away from. Instead, she storms back into my life with fire in her eyes and demands on her lips, and I do something reckless—I decide to keep her close.

My father wants her. My enemies want her dead. And I want things that will get us both killed.

I’ve never pretended to be a white knight. But for the first time in centuries, I find myself doing something that looks dangerously close to the right thing.