Lacey Carter Andersen

My life is a giant crap pile with a cherry thrown on top. I'm an immortal woman cursed to kill people with just a glance. And now I've been kidnapped by three mouthwateringly sexy gargoyles, who I'm pretty sure want me dead. But it gets better....

Being a dark fae isn’t exactly something you go around telling people. Not unless you want your life destroyed. But when you talk to ghosts and have deadly powers, it’s kind of hard to hide the truth. Even though I try....

My mother sold me to the shifters, all in the name of peace. For more than a century, the witches and shifters have been at war. So when my mother came home with the news that peace had been struck between us, I should've known better.

I'm not the witch my husbands think I am. I'm about as good at magic as I am at flirting, which is pretty darn bad. Still, I'm going to try to save them. Not just because it's the only way to save myself but because I want to.

The gargoyles don't know who or what I am. So maybe, just maybe, if I can hide my identity long enough, I'll survive. But it might take a little distraction to accomplish. The thing is, I don't think I mind distracting four hard-as-stone gargoyles who can't stop staring....

Apparently, the best time to ask someone a life-or-death question is when they're fresh from being kidnapped and tired as hell. Who knew?

My mates have all the wooing power of a badger with diarrhea, so it's no surprise when I'm not exactly eager to bend over and become their bride. Not that their ridiculously bad moves are entirely to blame. I'm quaking in my cheap boots at just the thought of having four husbands.

The thing is, now that I know the truth about the demons, angels, and the realms, I have to do something about it. I can’t get distracted by the three hot men who have stolen my heart. But it’s not that easy.

I can't escape death. It comes for me, one way or another. But when I'm accused of a crime I didn't commit, and thrown away with the worst of supernatural society, I'll have to fight with every ounce of my strength to survive. Only, it isn't that easy.

Everyone hates a harpy.... For the record, I don't drag people to Hades. I'm not a guardian of the Underworld. And I'm not an evil monster. I'm just... a shifter who happens to control birds....

I always thought demons were the bad guys. I was wrong. Trapped in a dark prison, I can still remember my three demons as if we were together just yesterday. I dream of being with them again so much that it hurts. But I also know it’s pointless, I’ll never be able to escape this hell.

All my life I was nothing. Average. Forgotten and overlooked. And then a powerful fae claimed me as his mate, changing everything. But death took him from me. And then an attack in the night left me a prisoner to the dangerous shadow beasts....

Half-breeds are seen as dangerous freaks, rejects, misfits who are useful for absolutely nothing. But my parents made a place for people like us to be free, to live together in peace. It was a sanctuary for half-breeds, and the place all my happiest memories took place.

Two enemies. One competition. And a dangerous magical world they must survive. At 21 years old, my focus should be on college, boys, and friends. Instead, I’m one of the chosen. One of two people capable of going to a magical world to bring back a resource my people need to survive.

When dragons are reborn into the world, the one thing driving them is their desire to claim me. Dragons shouldn’t exist.

Being the daughter of a wraith means that death is in my veins. It also means that just because I happen to be found around a lot of dead bodies doesn't mean I'm a serial killer....

The good guys and bad guys are switching sides. An evil I never imagined looms ahead. And if we can’t rescue an innocent in time, all will be lost. Including our freedom....

Dragons exist, and I’m one of them. Only, I’m not alone. From the moment the stubborn military man shifted into a dragon, everything changed. Now, I’m torn between two men: one that my dragon claims, and one that my heart claims.

As a human, the fae see me as no better than something they scrape off their shoes. So when I lose my job as a maid, I get the choice of either becoming a whore or starving to death—until a fae prince presents me with a plan involving a magical spell that will make the world believe I'm his mate.

Lily drinks too much and maybe has a little too much fun between hanging out with her best friend and killing paranormal bad guys. At least that's what people tell her in their most disappointed voices, usually while staring down their noses at her.