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Shifters to the left, gangsters to the right . . . Cait Keane and her dragon partner Aza are stuck in the middle. The problems are mounting for the newest member of Boston's US Marshals. Her coven is pressed by territorial shifters, and the wolves have a secret partner who has plans of her own. Cait might even be the target of the assassin she helped arrest—before his escape. Or maybe it is just a lone criminal with a grudge who's after Judge Flynn. Cait's not buying it.

The Roses and the Dragons are at each other's throats after a failed assassination attempt brings their simmering feud to a boil. The assassin that ruined Cait's first day on the job has become a force to be reckoned with—and he's got her square in his sights. That's okay. She's got weapons aimed at him, too. Did we mention there's a dragon? But wait. The shifters are increasing the pressure, trying to force everyone off their land. The mysterious master thief is calling in his favor. And Cait's newly unlocked power means family trouble ahead.

Cait's gone from restful meditation to combat with shifters in the blink of an eye—even the young witch's refuge is no longer safe. A roaming pack of wolves is threatening her coven and the nearby town. And more enemies are intent on taking the witches' land, by force if necessary. Back in Boston, a wealthy criminal's bank vault reveals the greatest evil Cait has ever encountered. Unlocking the safe put her on the hook for a favor to a master thief. Was the information worth it?

You'd think a gang war being fought in the shadows of her town would be the magical US Marshal's most pressing concern. You'd be wrong. The shifters are pressing hard to take over the territory they believe belongs to them. Too bad Cait's coven lives there. An assassin that's gunning for her may have a new ally—a second Syndicate assassin. That can't be good. And the Dragons on Oriceran face a threat they can't see, smell, or hear. In the breach stand Cait and Aza, refusing to bend or break as they fight to protect those in their care. Fortunately, they'll have allies.

Cait Keane and her Dragon partner Aza have a score to settle with an assassin—and whoever hired him. Investigating the murder of a judge wasn't the plan for Cait's first weeks in Boston. But they'd caught the assassin, so, case closed, right? Not so much. Everybody wants a word with the killer—the Marshals, the PDA, and the two criminal bosses in town. One of the bosses hired the hitman and he's not saying a word. Cait better slice through the tangle of lies fast. The animosity between the Roses and Dragons organizations is already heating up.

On the fringes of human space, a murder will light a fuse and send two rebels on a planetary scale collision course. This audiobook box set contains the first three books of the Opus X sci-fi series from Michael Anderle: Obsidian Detective, Shattered Truth, and Investigating Deceit. Jia lives on...

Dead folk are poppin' up like a whack-a-mole. It's my fault. Sort of. Who would have thought that helping a friend bring back a few folks he'd accidentally murdered could mean the end of the world? Here's what happened . . . when I raised a few folk, the veil between life and death was torn. Not a big deal. I mean, death sucks, you know? But the dead aren't coming back right. They're on a murderous rampage. And come to find out, there's an ancient god who wants to see it through . . .

A strange woman has risen from the lake. There's something familiar about her. Is she a friend, or a foe? How the hell did she end up in the Lake of the Ozarks, anyway? There's a dark warlock on the loose. The Grand Coven has shown up to stop him. Among them, the witches who killed my parents. Is there a connection between the Grand Coven, my parent's death, and this strange lady of the lake?

Everyone knows about witches, now. Once relegated to the shadows, the craft has become mainstream. But most folks aren't too thrilled about the new coven in town. I never thought that I could be a witch. I don't cast spells, or anything like that. But when that warlock showed up, everything changed. There's something about him that's drawing me in. He's dark. He's mysterious. He's sexy as hell. But there's something else about him. Something he's not telling me. What is his secret? He isn't the only witch in town interested in me. What does the coven want? Why are they so interested in me?

You've probably heard of the seven deadly sins: Pride, Greed, Wrath, Envy, Lust, Gluttony, and Sloth. There's a bit of each of these in everyone. When the Seven Deadlies emerged from Hades, everything changed. A single touch by the Deadly and you're infected . . . consumed with his vice.

Can you even kill something that's already dead? In our attempt to figure it out, we pissed off another ghost. This time, it's the spirit of a demented doctor who used to run an asylum. The spirits are coming at us from every direction. If we can't put them to rest...then we'll join them in death before long.

What do you call a vampire by day, a human by night? Confused? That makes two of us! Sunlight is a little problematic for me. Will I be able to handle it? By night I am a normal girl. I like computers, ice cream, and guys. When the sun rises, I'm stronger. I also get an insatiable craving for you-know-what. The weird sisters stole Dracula's power. As masters of the Scholomance, they are recruiting new vampires. A recipe for disaster? Whatever they are planning, it can't be good. There's only one way to deal with vampires, especially those meddling in the dark arts.

There's a power vacuum on Olympus. That's the thing about a civil war. Everyone's weaker in the end than when the war began. If the gods don't stop attacking each other, none of them will have the strength to rule. Anarchy can be worse than tyranny. You can assassinate a tyrant. You can't eliminate everyone under anarchy. Why does everyone seem to think I'm the answer to the problem? Sure, I can reap gods. I'm the only mortal the Olympians fear.

The new vampire queen intends to lead her kind from the shadows, to dominate humanity. I'll be damned before I let that happen! I've taken down so many vampires already. You'd think we'd be making progress. Why, then, are the vampires getting stronger? I'm afraid this whole situation is about to bite me in the butt. Perhaps, even, literally.

My brother is taking over the family business . . . It was something I'd trained for my entire life. I was more suited for it than he was in almost every way. Except for the most important one . . . the ability he'd inherited from our father. Why wasn't I born with the same powers? I'm leaving the underworld. I don't belong there anymore. Of course, I only have one marketable skill: Kicking ass and taking names. How can I use that to start a new life for myself on Earth? Unfortunately, vigilantism doesn't pay the bills.

The legends didn't do Dracula justice. Bat shifting is one thing. The ability to connect his mind to any he'd sired was an ability severely understated in the stories. His horde is like a bloodsucking Borg collective. Add to that his abilities to travel the astral plane and hypnotize his victims with a glance and his butt-load of money . . . There's a creek, and a paddle, and I've lost my paddle. I've defeated a god or two in my day. I've never faced an enemy like this. It may be my biggest challenge yet, but we have one advantage.

The gods might be crazy . . . Some of them are pissed! I couldn't blame them. How was I supposed to know that all the supernatural nasties I'd reaped were going to overrun Olympus? Most of these gods hadn't been on earth for thousands of years. Some of them are enjoying themselves . . . a bit too much . . . Others are looking for revenge. They're coming for me. It's one thing to wonder whether I can possibly survive the wrath of the gods. Now that they're targeting innocent people to draw me out, I have to ask . . . Is it possible to reap a god?

The Grim Reaper has been benched. There hasn't been a soul to reap in months. What did my brother do that has the gods in such a tizzy? It isn't like people stopped dying. If the reapers aren't ushering the souls of the deceased into the afterlife, someone else . . . or something else . . . will do the job. Mercenary monsters of ancient lore have emerged to fill the void. Banshees. Hellhounds. Soul-rippers. All under the command of some other god . . . Whoever he is, he's no friend to the Olympians.

You want to pay me to reap supernaturals? I mean, seriously? Don't get me wrong, the money is great. I love my work. But there's a funny thing about being the world's only supernatural reaper . . . You make a lot of powerful enemies. Pissing off all the world's vampires would be frightening enough. Add to that werewolves, witches, banshees, and trolls . . . How the hell am I ever going to get a good night's sleep?

I knew three things about my life before adoption: I was a baby rescued from a blazing house fire, I was found in the arms of a dead man, and no one ever came to claim me. No one. Not ever. Now, as a Montreal detective, I'm dedicated to hunting truths for a living. Unheard voices. Cold cases. Unsolved mysteries. Unearthing secrets hidden in the shadows is my jam. Until the fae veil falls . . . When the world learns magic is real, everything changes. Montreal begins seething with prana energy, dormant genes activate, and seemingly normal humans experience magical awakenings.