Rachel Dulude

Washington, D.C., has never been boring, but this is ridiculous. Warring witch covens. Werewolf packs fighting for territory. Rumors of Human sacrifice. Minor problems leading up to Beltane, when the portents say the veils between worlds will shred. Did I mention the blood mage conspiracy using Troll shock troops to take over the world? With a jaguar shifter, a handsome Nephilim, and a nest of feisty Fairies watching my back, things should be fine....

Growing up, life is idyllic for Lily Rose Cates due to one constant-her father's love. But in her sixteenth summer, all that changes without warning. There begins Lily's struggle to find herself and the life she's lost . . . Marriage promises fulfillment, but her happily-ever-after barely survives the honeymoon. Her husband's sophisticated façade hides a brooding man with even darker secrets. When all illusions shatter, Lily must make hard choices-abandon...

My name is Danica James. I'm a cop with the Arcane Division. My job is to protect humanity from monsters-whether they be human or creatures from the Rift. It beats sitting in a factory cubical all day, which is where magiteks usually work. Most of humanity hates the magic users who rule the world, but the Magi stand between humans and the creatures who came across the Rift. For a hundred years, the Magi have kept the demons, vampires, and other...

My name is Danica James. I'm a cop with the Arcane Division. A new demon lord has crossed the Rift, and says his queen wants her statue back, the one I took from the previous demon lord. Then he proposes a trade. You can't trust demons. They lie, they cheat, they steal. They prey on humans. But unless I'm willing to walk away, it's the only game in town. The exciting conclusion to The Rift Chronicles trilogy. Contains mature themes.

Sometimes you have to fight fire, with Hellfire. I didn't have a choice. If I hadn't done what I did, Reaper would've set in motion a chain of events that would've consumed London and everyone in it in unholy, demonic flames. With Levi, Mason, and the Eyes stretched to breaking point, I have to push one more time to try and put an end to the chaos that fell over my life the moment that book made it into my hands, but a visit from a ghost throws a...

London's about to become infested with demons. My mission to save London from suffering the same fate as most of the United States sees me diving into the London Underground in search of a Hell Hole, but finding it is the least of my problems. One by one, the things that make the Eyes a functioning cabal are being picked apart, leaving us out of communication and seriously damaging our ability to stop Cerberus before it's too late, and when disaster...

Ye screw with this lass, ye get put on yer ass. My outlook on life isn't complicated-any day that passes when nobody tries to kill me or someone I love gets put into the "good day" column. Simple, right? Lately, good days have been hard to come by. Since I totally ignored Da's warning three months ago and flew to Ireland to embrace our super-secret heritage, I've seen the world in a different light-a mythical and magical light. I am a Druid. And...

Ye screw with this lass, ye get put on yer ass. It is the Time of the Colliding Realms-the Keening-the Culling. Everything that happened over the past eighteen months has led to this moment. The good and the bad. The triumphs and the tragedies. Now my family by blood, by choice, and by circumstance face the battle to balance our world's alignment. United as Team Light. When rays of first morn's light warm the depths of the sacred tomb / The powers...

Ye screw with this lass, ye get put on yer ass. The Culling draws ever nearer-looms really-like a big, fat cloud of doom. With evil brewing, our enemies grow bolder, the warriors of light and dark scramble to be ready for the Winter Solstice, and the Cumhaill fam jam digs in to face the battle of our world's alignment. No biggie . . . Team Trouble is on it. For now, the human populations remain oblivious to the imminent battle to come. If we continue...

Ye screw with this lass, ye get put on yer ass. Being bonded to a dragon means longevity of life . . . and that means I'll outlive my family and the people I love. I would never have chosen that. How much of life is what we choose? Were you born a boy or girl . . . a human, a shifter, or an angel? Are you mortal or immortal? Is there magic in your veins or not? In life, you start off and get what you get-that's fate. Then you grab the reins and...