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Vale Tenebris has a big problem–she needs to get her and her sister out of the Perder Lucem like yesterday. Living with a bunch of cave-dwelling magic hunters wouldn’t be so bad if she wasn’t hiding what she is from the very people sworn to kill her. Her escape plans crumble to dust when she has to choose between the freedom she longs for and saving her sister from the clan leader’s son. Forced to use the unruly magic, she exposes the one thing that would mean her execution.

Nachdem sie versehentlich einen Dämon befreit, den Alpha der Werwölfe auf die Palme gebracht und möglicherweise einen Krieg angezettelt hat, bringt Darbys Job als Wächterin ein ernsthaftes Risiko mit sich. Der Rat ist in heller Aufruhr und ein waschechter Gott steht vor ihrer Tür, also muss Darby ihr Leben unter Kontrolle bringen, und zwar pronto. Wenn sie das nicht schafft, könnte das Verlieren ihres Jobs das geringste ihrer Probleme sein.

In a kingdom built on lies and blood, some bonds cannot be broken. Merrit Locke runs Lock & Key, a neutral bar at the edge of vampire court territory, keeping her head down, her past blank, and her telepathy a secret. Until Prince Kieran Veyne walks through her door. He’s beautiful, dangerous, and far too observant. When a violent ambush forces Merrit to act, Kieran sees just enough to draw the wrong conclusion, believing she’s a rare seer. A lie Merrit must uphold when he drags her into a world of velvet deception. To use her, he makes her part of his court.

If the ABI finds me, I’m dead. Agent or not, when your dad is the head of the most notorious arcane crime family in the country, no one believes you when you say you didn’t open that gate to Hell on purpose. Now, I’m practically glued under enough null wards to hide a god and stuck with a stupidly sexy shifter of a jailer who hates my guts. When my former employer comes sniffing around, not only does he keep me alive, but we find out that our pasts are far more connected than either of us realize. And the lies we’ve been told could kill us both.

Nachdem sie versehentlich den Titel Wächterin von Knoxville übernommen hat, hat sich Darby eine große Zielscheibe auf den Rücken gemalt. Mit niedergebrannten Brücken und dem FBI auf den Fersen muss sie sich entscheiden, ob sie Kleinstadt-Detective bleiben oder sich in ihre neue Rolle einfinden will. Es steht nicht nur ihr Job auf dem Spiel, sondern auch ihr Leben.

Es gibt nicht genug Kaffee oder Tacos auf dieser Welt, um die Probleme in Darby Adlers Familie ertragen zu können. Wenn sie sich nicht mit ihrem todbringenden Vater, ihrer wiederauferstandenen Mutter oder ihrem Geistergroßvater herumschlagen muss, dann mit ihren lange verschollenen Geschwistern und deren Machtgelüsten. Da beim ABI Funkstille herrscht und sie ihre Geschwister finden muss, steht Darby vor einem großen Problem – vor allem, als der ansässige Hexenzirkel herausfindet, dass ihr Vater nicht mehr gefangen ist. Kann Haunted Peak, Tennessee, dieses Familientreffen verkraften?

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.

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. 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.

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. Not to mention, as the last Elemental in existence, I have a giant target painted on my back. Because one half of Faerie wants me dead, and the other half wants to use me as a sacrifice to open the gates to Earth. But I swore I would find my quarry, and I will.

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. The witch who tried to have my sister possessed has escaped, and not only do I find him dead, but I don't have a clue who he was working with. Or working for... Now I have a Council Member in human jail, a ragtag bunch of stuffy law-abiders to lead, and a solid inkling that the next person on the chopping block is me. All of that would be bad enough, but I've got bigger problems.

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. But with my brand new predicament, there is no way I can turn down the offered bargain—not if I want everyone I love to stay alive. Now, all I have to do is trek through the very realm I nearly died to keep sealed. Sure. Because there's no way that could go wrong. Unseelie Court, here I come.

Das ist Darby. Kaffeesüchtig. Detective der Mordkommission. Oh, und außerdem kann sie Geister sehen. In Darby Adlers Leben gibt es nur drei Regeln. Erstens: Sprich nicht mit den Toten in Gegenwart der Lebenden. Zweitens: Bleib außerhalb des Radars des Arcane Bureau of Investigation. Drittens: Vergiss niemals Regel eins und zwei. Mit einem Mörder, der verzweifelt nach Darbys Aufmerksamkeit sucht, und einem ABI-Agenten in der Stadt wird es in Haunted Peak, Tennessee, bald sehr interessant werden.

Once upon a time, I killed a god and stole his power. I've been paying for it ever since. After my banishment, I promised myself three things. One: I would never take a mate. Two: I would find a way to get rid of the power I stole. Three: I would punish the gods who banished me. Not necessarily in that order.

Stuck living in the catacombs underneath what used to be NYC, I've managed to stay hidden and alive and safe-ish. But when my guardian fails to return from a supply run, I'm forced to contemplate life on the surface. Worse? Three warriors have infiltrated my home, insisting that I am the last gold dragon they've been searching for. That everything I know everything I've believed is a lie.

Meet Darby. Coffee addict. Homicide detective. Oh, and she can see ghosts, too. There are only three rules in Darby Adler's life. One: Don't talk to the dead in front of the living. Two: Stay off the Arcane Bureau of Investigation's radar. Three: Don't forget rules one and two.

Agent or not, when your dad is the head of the most notorious arcane crime family in the country, no one believes you when you say you didn’t open that gate to Hell on purpose. Now, I’m practically glued under enough null wards to hide a god and stuck with a stupidly sexy shifter of a jailer who hates my guts. When my former employer comes sniffing around, not only does he keep me alive, but we find out that our pasts are far more connected than either of us realize. And the lies we’ve been told could kill us both.

Dead & Buried is the seventh book in the Grave Talker Series. If you enjoy foul-mouthed heroines, dark humor, and enemies-to-lovers, then this is the series for you.

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. As much as I’d like to bury my head in the sand, I have a badge to secure—and with a new case on my proverbial desk—a job to do. Because I’m not the first witch that the Fae has tried to steal, but I will definitely be the last.

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. As a probationary agent with the Arcane Bureau of Investigation, I have two choices: I can limp along and maybe pass myself off as a competent agent, or I can die.

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.