Annie Anderson

Es gibt nur wenige Dinge, die schlimmer sind, als auf der Liste für böse Mädchen des Arcane Bureau of Investigation zu stehen.

Queen. Savior. Sacrifice. The realms are fracturing—and Vale Tenebris stands at the center of the storm. With chaos spreading across the continent, Vale must harness the magic she barely understands to protect her kingdom and the ones she loves.

I have died a hundred times in a hundred different ways, usually at the hands of the humans I've tried to save. But when a pregnant young woman finds her way into my tattoo shop with a demon on her tail, things go from bad to worse. Being a centuries-old witch isn't going to help me—nothing will.

A Council full of Ethereal Elders wants me dead. Yep, it's a regular Tuesday. When you kill a demon there are consequences. Centuries-old witch, tattoo artist, half-demon... none of those titles are going to save me this time.

I was burned at the stake at fourteen... I was drowned in a lake when I was twenty-four... At twenty-seven, I was stoned in a public square... I have died a hundred times in a hundred different ways, usually at the hands of the humans I've tried to save.

A former Rogue being presented to the Fates. What could go wrong? When I was offered a seat on the Ethereal Council, no one said anything about meeting the actual Fates.

If there is one lesson I’ve been taught in my life, it’s that fairies are the absolute worst. Finding a fledgling succubus in Faerie is like locating a needle inside a realm-sized haystack. With a guide I can’t trust and a goal more ephemeral than smoke, my odds of success are tenuous at best.

Demons, murder, and a trip straight to Hell... I thought I'd get a little time off before the veritable poop hit the fan, but fate—or rather the Fates—have other ideas.

A crown I don't want. A bargain I can't take back. A life I refuse to sacrifice. After four hundred years on my own, one would think I'd be able to walk away and never look back. I'd done it a thousand times before with nary an inkling of guilt.

Das ist Darby. Kaffeesüchtig. Detective der Mordkommission. Oh, und außerdem kann sie Geister sehen. In Darby Adlers Leben gibt es nur drei Regeln ...

After a quick jaunt to the Fae realm, I’ve come home to find my city on fire, my mate nowhere to be found, and demons running in the streets. Now, I have to help close a portal to Hell while also trying to figure out why my wonky powers are destroying reality as I know it.

A week ago, I was the perpetual screw up of the Bannister coven and a probationary agent for the Arcane Bureau of Investigation. Somehow, I’ve managed to get myself mated to an Acosta Alpha, pissed off my family, and gotten on the radar of a dark Fae.

Coming from a long line of famous witches, I should be at the top of the heap. Problem is, if there’s a spell cast anywhere near me, I‘ll somehow mess it up.

Cursed with powers she can’t name, Sloane Cabot has vowed to catch the Rogue who turned her into a monster and killed her family. Too bad a broodingly hot mage is bound to keep her on the straight and narrow....

There are two things Darby Adler wants more than anything: to take a vacation, and to find who is responsible for the rash of witch abductions in Knoxville. With an ancient vampire in town and fugitives on the loose, her suspect pool is vast. But Darby suspects she knows the culprit....

Some secrets should stay buried. After accidentally freeing a demon, ticking off the werewolf alpha, and possibly inciting a war, Darby Adler’s Warden job is in serious peril. With the council up in arms and a literal god on her doorstep, Darby needs to figure her life out, and pronto....

After inadvertently taking the mantle of Warden of Knoxville, Darby has painted a huge target on her back. With bridges burned and the ABI on her tail, she’ll have to decide between staying a small-town detective or leaning into her new role....

Meeting long-lost siblings should be awesome, right? Well, when you happen to be on the wrong side of the law and have every intention of staying there, having a cop for a sister isn’t exactly ideal....

If it's not her death-dealing father, her back-from-the-dead mother, or her ghost grandfather, it's her long-lost siblings and their bid for power....

Just about everything Sloane Cabot knows about her past is a big old pile of malarkey. Couple that with the blank spot of how her family died, and she needs answers, like, yesterday....