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Amador. 21. New Yorker. Waitress. Mild alcoholic. Murderer.
years ago, Jordan accidentally shot and killed a Seer: a person who
can see, hear, and talk to ghosts with unfinished business. Her crime
came with a hefty price, too. She has two years to help a hundred
souls cross over to the afterlife or her soul is bound for hell.
if that weren’t bad enough, two days before her deadline a handsome
pain-in-the-ass poltergeist named Michael strolls into her life. His
soul is the key to her salvation, but the cost just might be more
than she can handle. Solving his death puts her right in the
crosshairs of Belial: a vain, bloodthirsty archdemon who won’t rest
until she’s his slave. Can she rescue Michael and save her own
soul, or will they both be dragged down into the clutches of the
eternal black parade?
#5 in Amazon's Top 100 Bestselling Novels in the Occult Horror
category and #9 in the Paranormal Demons and Devils category on June
O'Brien. 24. New Yorker. Musician. Archangel in charge of Heaven's
been centuries since Michael stayed on Earth for an extended amount
of time. Now he's here because of Jordan Amador--a Seer who helped
him restore his life and memories and thwart the archdemon Belial
from taking over the city. With Jordan on Belial's hit list, Michael
decides to stick around and live out life alongside her as her friend
and temporary bodyguard. But as the days pass, he finds it harder to
resist the seven deadly sins that tempt all men. Especially as he and
Jordan grow closer fighting the demons that want her almost as much
as he does...
collection takes place in the two month period in The Black Parade
between Chapters 15 and 16. She Who Fights Monsters is the second
novel in the series sequence.
at #3 in Amazon's Top 100 Bestselling Free Books in the Paranormal
Romance Angels category and #9 in the Top 100 Free Books in the
Multicultural & Interracial on June 21, 2014.
dynamic supernatural duo of Seer Jordan Amador and her husband the
archangel Michael is back in the sequel to the bestselling urban
fantasy novel, The Black Parade, trying to solve a deadly case.
Someone is methodically hunting down and murdering Seers one by one.
After six months with no leads on the killer, Jordan and Michael are
forced to work with their worst enemy—the archdemon Belial: a
self-professed Prince of Hell who is dead set on stealing Jordan for
himself. However, with the archdemon’s help, they pick up on the
trail of the serial killer and plan to stop him no matter what the
the shocking truth behind the murderer’s identity is revealed,
Jordan begins asking herself if she is still fighting for the good
guys or has she become one of the monsters she is desperately trying
Who Fights Monsters is the second novel and third book in the Black
Parade series. It follows The Black Parade and The Deadly Seven:
Stories from The Black Parade.
and demon slayer Jordan Amador has had it rough lately: separated
from her husband the archangel Michael, hated by the angels who think
she betrayed them, hunted by demons who want her dead or enslaved,
and rejected by her friends and family for lying to them. Disgraced
and miserable, she’s all but ready to lay down and die until
another Seer named Myra Bennett saves her life. Myra gives Jordan a
new mission: to wipe out a nest of demons that are terrorizing her
family as well as the innocent people of Houston, Texas. Jordan goes
undercover to infiltrate the demons’ nest and figure out how to
eliminate them. Meanwhile, she’s locked in a deadly game with the
archdemon Belial, who constantly visits her night after night in her
dreams to convince her to give him her soul. Between the insanely
gorgeous, but dangerous archdemon poking around in her head and the
vicious creatures surrounding her, she’s not sure how much longer
she can survive.
to Black takes place between She Who Fights Monsters and The Holy
Dark in the Black Parade series.
demon-slayer extraordinaire Jordan Amador has been locked in a
year-long struggle to hunt down the thirty silver coins paid to Judas
Iscariot. The mere touch of these coins is enough to kill any
demonic opposition grows more desperate with each coin found, so they
call on the ultimate reinforcement: Moloch, the Archdemon of War.
Moloch puts out a contract on Jordan as well as her estranged
husband, the Archangel Michael. Now Jordan and Michael will have to
find a way to work together to survive against impossible odds and
stop Moloch's plan, or else he’ll wage a war that will wipe out the
Holy Dark is the third novel and fourth book in the Black Parade
series, following The Black Parade, The Deadly Seven: Stories from
The Black Parade series, and She Who Fights Monsters.
M is a USA Today bestselling author, a fangirl, and an avid book
reader. She has a Bachelor of Arts in English Lit degree from the
University of Georgia, which gave her every valid excuse to devour
book after book with a concentration in Greek mythology and Christian
mythology. When not working feverishly on a manuscript (or two), she
can be found buried under her Dashboard on Tumblr, or chatting with
fellow nerds on Twitter, or curled up with a good Harry Dresden novel
on a warm Georgia night. Like any author, she wants nothing more than
to contribute something great to the best profession in the world, no
matter how small.
First rule of being a single dad... Don't f*ck up.
Dragon-shifter Keaton Lafay is at the end of his rope. It's hard being a single dad, especially when his daughter is a teenager who can breathe fire. When his clan signs him up for a singles cruise with Meet Your Alpha, Keaton has no choice but to go. The catch? Thanks to a certain daughter's recent expulsion, he isn't sailing alone. Out at sea, surrounded by nothing but water, desperate single females, and his crotchety daughter, what could possibly go wrong?
As a child counselor to a school full of female preteen shifters, Wren Michaels is convinced she's seen it all. But when Jinx Lafay loses control and shifts on campus grounds, she soon realizes she doesn't know anything. Including how easy it is to fall for Jinx's growly father. When she stumbles across Keaton on a singles cruise, it seems like all her dreams are about to come true. Until a strange witch awakens something powerful within Wren--something best left forgotten...
BURN FOR YOU is part of the Bad Alphas Project as well as the first book in Gwen Knight's Cruising with Alphas Series!
Keaton Purrs4You: Hey handsome. Wanna fuck? I’ve never ridden a dragon before.
I bit back a laugh and stared at the words, astounded by her lack of effort. Seriously? Was this what amounted to dating these days? Just sign up on a website and fire off a few risqué sentences with the hope someone responds? And her username? A dig at her shifter form, most likely. Probably some type of cat—I hadn’t bothered to read her profile.
Purrs4You: Well? You interested, baby? Bet I can set your loins on fire.
And not in a good way, I assumed. Who the hell was this woman? Did she honestly think this sort of message would work? I shook my head, about to close down the conversation when I saw those three little dots scrawling across the screen, indicating an incoming message.
Joy of joys.
Except, instead of more text, a picture popped up on my screen. A picture of… Whoa. I blinked, equally surprised and amused by this turn of events. Definitely a pussy staring back at me. And not the four-legged kind.
Clearly, she expected a response. I imagined her sitting at a desk somewhere, tapping these long nails against the wooden top as she waited for my answer, a predator among prey. Well, dragon trumped kitty any day of the week. And this dragon had zero interest in making her purr.
I typed out a quick message. Simple and succinct.
Keats: Not interested.
Purrs4You: Bet I can change your mind. No one can resist petting my mouse.
Her…what now? I wasn’t entirely up on modern-day slang, but I think I got the gist of that one. I exhaled and tossed my phone down onto my own desk.
My phone dinged again, but I ignored it. Ever since Jasper signed me up on that stupid site, it’d been one message after another. Ding, ding, ding. Nonstop alerts filling up my phone until I wanted to break the damn thing.
God, I hated dating.
The entire process was maddening. The wooing, the flowers, the pretty words, the false promises… Not to mention the most difficult part: meeting someone. People often said the first obstacle was the hardest to overcome. But, seriously? What the hell did these women expect from me?
Back in my day, dating seemed so simple. Find a beautiful dragon-shifter, charm her with hordes of gold and plumes of fire, then settle down, marry, and pop out a few kids. I’d done all of that, only to find myself widowed and alone within twenty years—a shockingly short timespan when dealing with shifters.
Nowadays, it seemed like women wanted so much more. Not to mention my chances of finding another female dragon-shifter were slim to nil. We were a dying breed. The world had given way to the wolves and the lions—the more adaptable breeds. We dragons were caught in the past. We missed our castles and riches, and the days when we could spread our wings and take to the skies. Now we needed a bloody flying permit. Even had to register with the Federal Aviation Administration. Somewhere in my wallet, I literally had a card that read recreational pilot.
I leaned back in my cushioned chair and stared at the matchmaking website in front of me. MeetYourAlpha.com—Where Happily Ever Alphas Are Only A Click Away. Catchy, I suppose. When Jasper first told me about this site, he’d claimed it catered to the paranormal community, though they did allow humans to join if they so desired. How my happily-married second-in-command had heard about this site, I hadn’t a clue. Nor did I intend to ask. Ignorance was bliss.
Jasper had even gone so far as to make me a profile, seeing as he was one of the few who not only understood technology but reveled in it. The marvelous things modern technology can do, he’d said. Truthfully, I’d nearly torn a few scales off his hide when he’d first mentioned this to me. Until I’d spotted the hopeful gleam in my clan members’ eyes. For five years now, I’d been without a mate, and it seemed they were of the unanimous decision that I needed to find someone new who would care for me and my daughter. It didn’t matter to them that I’d already had my chance at true love.
And lost it.
Gwen Knight is a Canadian girl currently living in Jasper, AB. She graduated from the University of Lethbridge with a degree in Archaeology and Geography. Her interests consist of playing in the dirt, designing elaborate snow forts, boating, and archery.
homicide detective Anthony Hollownton is called to the scene of his
latest murder case he quickly becomes aware that something isn't
isn't the gruesomeness of the scene.
isn't the symbols written on the wall.
isn't the image carved into the victim's back.
is something else, something he can't quite put his finger on,
something he doesn't understand.
his partner disappears, leaving Tony alone as the world begins to
unravel. As the body count rises Tony must scramble to adapt to this
new supernatural world. A supernatural world that wants nothing to do
with him and will shut him out at all costs. Until the killer's
attention turns to Tony. Now he must work within the supernatural
community's rules if he is going to come out of this case alive.
months ago homicide detective Anthony Hollownton was forcibly thrown
into the supernatural world. A world that has been eerily silent ever
partner is back but will never be the same. Talking about seeing
things Tony knows are real.
least it is the Fourth of July and patrolling the festivities should
be a cake walk.
mutilated body is stumbled upon and now it is all Tony can do not to
jump to supernatural conclusions. Is his jarring previous case making
him paranoid or is there more to this murder than meets the eye?
is a Seattleite that loves her home. She has a day job as a Program
Coordinator a local university. She loves to read, write and create
characters. As well as knit and binge watch Netflix. She is also on a
sporadic book blog and internet radio show with some of her college
friends. She currently lives with her husband and their mischievous
Rotti mix, who always seems to find something new she shouldn't be
loves to hear from her readers. So feel free to drop by!
her father remarries, Britt Kelly’s life becomes a cesspit. She
lives in her sister’s two-bedroom tenement apartment with her
mother, two brothers, and two young nephews. She starts a new high
school where she knows no one. And, even when Britt thinks she’s
making friends, the church where she studies in is torn down.
the field commanders of The Demon Wars draft her and her friends to
aid the four Gargoyle Guardians who fight the demons invading the
city of Trebridge. The fate of the city hangs on Britt’s ability to
lead and learn enough self-control to manipulate the natural magic of
Grace. Meanwhile, she also needs to decide what to do about Cahal,
her chemistry lab partner who is as strong as her and may have
interests more than just protecting Trebridge.
Be Demons” is a continuation of M. K. Theodoratus’ urban fantasy,
"Night for the Gargoyles". It tells the tale of Gillen and
his team of Gargoyle Guardians as they defend Trebridge while
teaching Britt and her friends – the untrained “reinforcements.
Along the way, Gillen and Britt learn things about each other to make
them stronger both together and alone.
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was the first story set in Andor and formed the inspiration for There
For the Gargoyles
for the Gargoyles -- A Story Combining Magic with Reality!
dilemma. Who to fight? The Demons overrunning the city or Orvil, the
rival lusting for his position.
four gargoyles guarding Trebridge are outnumbered by a growing number
of demons. Gillen, their leader, is caught between fighting Demons
and the schemes of Orvil to replace him. He tries patience with the
plotting Orvil and asks the Angeli for reinforcements. Will help come
free short story set in a world where reality plays with magic. Read
the short story that inspired There Be Demons!
one of those weird people who have always played with fantasy. Had a
pretend friend by the time I was three, play acted elaborate
fantasies even after I learned not to talk about them, read comic
books, and discovered Oz, A. L. Merritt, Andre Norton, and Fritz
Leiber before my teens.
gears changed to include writing fantasy after the sixth grade. Until
then, mysteries ala Nancy Drew were my favorites. Most of my fiction
writing has been lost through the years. Must admit, though, I still
have the Clue of the Clay Cats, written in the sixth and seventh
grade, sitting in some file drawer.
fantasy worlds have entertained me since then...but I've only written
in two since I started writing again, aka consistently. My main two
worlds are Andor where demons prey upon humans and other supernatural
events occur and the Marches of the Far Isles. My favorites, though,
are my Far Isles Half-Elven, Renna, Mariah, and Kerry, where I
explore the political ramifications of genetic drift on a hybrid
elf/human population. Unfortunately, my Half-Elven had become a
cliche by the time I completed the 600,000+ words moldering in my
computer. [Which is okay. I mainly write to amuse
Currently, live with
my old man and two lap-cats in Colorado. The kids have long flown the
coop. Some of my favorite authors remain Alexander, Briggs, Belcher,
Cooper, Croogon, Pierce, Butcher, Elkins, McCrumb, Gaiman, O'Connell,
etc. etc. etc.
Oh, yes, my
pubs. I've published shorter fantasy for my Half-Elven, including
Troublesome Neighbors and Vengeance. Andor short stories include
Night for the Gargoyles [which inspired Andor], Showdown at Crossings
[prequel to There Be Demons], Doom Comes for a Sold Soul, and The
Ghost in the Closet. The short stories are both free and 99c.
My name is Nathan Reines… and I’m a voyeur. Yes, I like to
watch people have sex. Witnessing the desire on their faces as they writhe in
pleasure makes my blood hotter than the hottest flame. There’s nothing more
erotic than seeing their bodies tighten and tremble as they balance on the edge
of ecstasy. It makes my dick as hard as fucking steel.
I’ve never been tempted to have a lasting relationship with
get involved when watching from the sidelines is so fucking hot? But from the
first time I watched the woman in the apartment across from mine, I knew she
was different. She teases me with her soft touches and gentle caresses. She
tempts me with her silent moans and sexy whimpers. She excites me, and makes me
want more than I ever have before.
For two years, I refused to give in to my curiosity. That
is, until fate took things in her own twisted hands. Now that I know what it’s
like to experience Emberleigh in the flesh, there’s no damn way I could ever go
back to simply watching.
Nathan,” Tegan calls. I look over and find him looking behind me. “Isn’t that—”
He stops midsentence, leans forward, causing Willow to lean with him, and
squints. A big grin spreads across his face a second later, and his eyes
flicker to me. “9B,” he finishes, then leans back in his chair.
back straightens, and I whip my head around. My eyes tighten into slits as I
look through the darkness of the room.
place is packed with bodies. Some at tables, some standing around talking to
others, some out on the dance floor. I look from one person to the next,
seeking out the only person of interest to me.
doesn’t take long before I find her. She’s out on the dance floor, facing me,
with some guy standing behind her. His hands are on her hips as she slowly
sways to the music. Her blonde hair is swept up high on her head. With her eyes
closed, she’s resting her head back against the guy’s chest with her arms
lifted and her hands tangled in his hair.
about thirty feet separating us and it’s dark in the room, but I can still see
the look of pleasure on her face. My dick, already at attention, grows thicker.
steps in my line of sight, blocking her from view, and a growl leaves my lips.
I’m just about to get up and knock the fucker away, when he moves.
bothering to tell the others I’m leaving, I get up and grab my beer to move
closer. There’s a table at the edge of the dance floor that’s conveniently
empty. I turn the chair around so it faces the dance floor and take a seat.
There’s now only fifteen feet between us.
wearing a black silky halter-type dress that hugs her tits, then turns loose
and flows down the rest of her body. It stops midthigh, but with her arms
raised, it barely covers her cunt. I have no doubt if she were to bend over,
her ass would show. Her black sandals are high, and even in the dark, they
sparkle from some type of glittery shit that’s all over them.
eyes slowly rake down her body, taking in every inch of her. I’ve seen her
completely bare, but never this close. Her naked body is a work of art, but
seeing her this close, even clothed, is so much better.
my gaze finally tracks back up to her face, my damn dick begs to be let loose.
Her eyes are now open and she’s looking straight at me. She appears surprised,
which makes me wonder if she remembers me from this morning on the street.
shock is soon replaced with lust. Her tongue darts out to lick along her lips
and her gaze turns hooded. My body responds to her blatant show of want. She
doesn’t know me, but she still wants me from just a simple look.
slowly lowers her arms, her nails dragging over the guy’s neck, then runs them
down her sides. They skim along the outside of her tits, over his hands that
are still on her hips, to the tops of her thighs. Her eyes stay connected with
mine the whole time, as if she knows exactly what she’s doing to me. The guy
behind her pushes his hips forward, grinding into her ass. She bites her lip
and presses herself back against him. When his lips land on the side of her
neck, she tilts her head to the side, giving him better access.
hand tightens around my beer.
me. This woman is a goddamn temptress and she knows just what to do to tempt my
grab my dick and try in vain to make more room in my jeans. Her eyes widen when
I move my hand away. I bring my beer to my lips and take a long pull. With a
smirk, I sit back in my seat and enjoy the show.
Alex Grayson is originally from the south, but has recently moved to Northern Ohio. Although she misses the warmth of Florida and often times detest the cold of Ohio, she absolutely loves living in the north. Her and her husband bought a house on two acres of land and live there with their daughter, son, one dogs, two cats, eight ducks, and three chickens. She hopes to eventually get a couple of goats to add to their country way of living. Besides her family and home, her next best passion is reading. She is often found with her nose obsessively stuck in a book, much to the frustration of her husband and daughter. On more than one occasion Alex found herself wanting a book to go a certain way, but it didn’t. With these thoughts in mind, she decided to start writing stories according to her own visions. Although this is a new endeavor for her, she hopes that readers find her concepts on romance intriguing and captivating. Alex welcomes and encourages feedback, of any kind. She can be contacted at firstname.lastname@example.org.