It’s been three years since I first started plotting a series about a bisexual werewolf tennis player, and now Lotte’s story reaches its explosive conclusion in BURNING MOON! I hope you’ll enjoy one last ride with our badass wolf!
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Stalling tactics were old news in any kind of battle, and the ones wagered on the tennis court were no different. Of course, when one was losing as blatantly and hopelessly as Ostwald Kleinfield, calling for a break under the pretenses of getting a nasty leg cramp was just crass.
Especially when the game in question was the godsdamned final of the Munich Games and the werewolf’s opponent was none other than Richard Ackmann, the uncontested winner of the last four supernatural grand slams.
It was a sad sight—one made even more pathetic as two medics with bags in their hands hurried onto the court and made a beeline for Kleinfield’s shaded bench. I snorted. Yes, a tennis match most definitely came with the peril of cramps, which were lethal to werewolves.
BURNING MOON is the page-turning finale to the suspenseful urban fantasy series where supernatural forces clash in a cloak-and-dagger war!
What doesn’t kill you leaves a demon fighting by your side
Boran has always hated demons with a passion. Now, he just might have to save one of the fucker’s lives.
Because in a world of unstable magic, a human can to do little to fight the supernatural forces. Especially when those damn forces are bent on controlling the ley lines and wreck havoc upon Boran’s town.
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Destiny Reclamed is one of the stories set at the very beginning of the “Future” portion of the Kolovrat Universe, filled with action, demons, and magic!
I wrote this novella for an urban fantasy anthology a while ago, and it’s been sitting on my computer for an embarrassingly long time, waiting for me to send it out into the world again. I’m happy to say that elusive time finally came!
You can now read Destiny Reclaimed for free (no newsletter sign-up or anything like that required) by downloading it from one of the following links:
Chilly autumn air bit into my fingers as I huddled in the shadow-doused alley, scrolling through the numerous pockets of the dark web.
Maybe not the best way to spend my time given who Lena was meeting. The Interspecies Crimes and Relations Agency would throw my ass in a warded cell if they knew what I was up to. But thanks to Simon’s literal magic fingers, my activities were basically untraceable. Tapping in a quick command, I opened a different branch of correspondences, then sorted them from latest to oldest. All the shady dealings there for the taking.
Yeah, having a genius warlock on the retainer definitely gave a person a leg up in life—and a hole in their bank account. Though the latter was mostly my fault since I refused to let Simon undersell himself just because we were friends.
Not very demonic of me, true, but seeing as I wasn’t entirely a demon…
I huffed, my breath condensing in the frigid alley. Damn, September had laid it on thick with the end-of-summer stint. Something my rapidly draining cell phone battery confirmed. Lovely.
SHADOW HEART is the third novel in the suspenseful urban fantasy series with kickass assassins, sinfully hot demons, eye-candy vampires, and a steamy polyamorous romance you won’t want to miss!
My mind strained to separate illusion from reality.
Wildfire curved around me and danced beneath what little of the false night sky I could see beyond the smoke. I cast a look over my shoulder. The woods gave way to pastures, unrecognizable figures shuffling in the distance. False, false, false.
The thunderous echo of footsteps crashing against my right ear, too.
I flexed my fingers by my sides and ignored the dizziness that had ratcheted up again as I pushed my focus to its limits. Even the feel of hard ground—not soil—beneath my feet did little to steady me. Shit. The entire damn situation was almost like experiencing some sort of odd double vision—if you could even call it that when it was only the scents that didn’t align with the imagery or sound and painted a different landscape.
Though I probably should have been grateful I at least had that tiny bit of advantage given the sheer strength of the Leshy who kept evading me with infuriating ease.
PHANTOM MOON is the fourth book in the suspenseful urban fantasy series set in the Kolovrat Universe where myth meets reality!
Lotte barely settled into her new life as an ICRA agent when an executive order sends her on a mission to Berlin—the latest location of a vamp serial killer no one seems to be able to catch.
As if the murders involving torn throats and ancient dark magic aren’t troublesome enough on their own, Lotte learns the person responsible is someone she knows. Someone she never believed could go dark.
The evidence laid before her is irrefutable.
Only it doesn’t make hunting a loved one any easier.
Can Lotte go through with her job? Or will her bias allow a killer to walk free?
Don’t miss out on the fourth title in the Lotte Freundenberger series!
My fingers itched to wrap around the handle of my trusty blade. Much like every damn nerve inside me screamed to burst from my perch among the thick shadows and dart across the terrain; give the assholes one last surprise in their lives.
But desires and commands rarely aligned.
Thanks to the latter, all I could do was lurk on the ledge like a stalker and watch the fuckers syphon power from the vulnerable energy point.
Frustration twisted my face into something between a grimace and a sneer. All the previous times had been bad enough, but getting cockblocked—well, bladeblocked was probably the better term—now…
The dickheads encircling the valve weren’t even Raya’s demons, but individuals belonging to various courts, all of them believing they could have a nice, fat slice of cake at this illegal party they had going on.
Apparently, they truly could.
I wound my own shadows tighter around me—a self-imposed straitjacket to counter the anger simmering in my blood and threatening to spill over. Spending more time in the Shadow World after years of rapid drive-bys came with an unexpected side effect.
I’d grown protective of my native realm.
Though it seemed I wasn’t the only one who’d changed my tune.
A stray wisp of energy rubbed against me. The nine demons pounced on the leak, gobbling it up immediately. Team-fucking-work.
I suppressed a bitter snort.
Yeah, definitely not the only one who’d changed my damn tune.
There are no cars in the Shadow World. No gentle hum of traffic to lull a person to sleep.
The wake-up calls, on the other hand, apparently didn’t discriminate between the mortal and the demonic realm. Lucky me.
My eyes snapped open at the unmistakable dull thunk of a knife embedding itself in my bedpost. I glanced at the silver gleam of the dagger a mere two inches from my head.
A damn fine way to rouse a person and keep them from snoozing all at once.
“Do you plan on throwing yourself off the sill, darling?” I drawled into the inky night the sickly yellow light of the lampposts barely touched. “Or will you get your ass inside already? It’s fucking drafty.”
Shadow World is live at long last! I’m so excited to introduce you to Crina; she was one of the most fun characters ever to work with. Even if circumstances were running her patience thin 😉
Grab your copy from Amazon to join Crina and explore the Shadow World with its (sometimes insufferably hot) denizens.