Beyond the Veil

Something is very wrong with the Fitzwilliam estate . . . It was supposed to be a regular seance job. But from the minute I met an angry ghost in the hall, I knew there wasn't going to be anything ordinary about this house or its dead residents. First of all, there were way too many of them. Second, some of them had been helped along from living to dead. Third, my attempt to figure out what was going on got a bit sidetracked when I met the gardener. He was tall, dark green, and handsome. And really, really smart. So I hired him to help me figure out what was going on. And that's when things got interesting, in more ways than one. I think I'm falling for an orc, and that's making it really hard to concentrate on doing my job, but if I don't, I'm going to be in a whole heap of trouble. Contains mature themes.

Sometimes dreams aren't just dreams . . . The boy begging for help in my nightmares is very real. He's trapped, and it's up to me and Mason to get him out. The trouble is, we have to find him first. It would be a lot easier if we weren't also trying to solve a series of magical murders and deal with my horrible ex-boyfriend at the same time. Oh, and on top of that, I'm trying to make this relationship work, but that's not the easiest thing to do when you're a magnet for ghosts and murderers, your ex is a complete narcissist, and your boyfriend is an orc witch. As they say, when it rains, it pours. Contains mature themes.

There was a poltergeist on the stairs. And she wasn't the only one. The house was full of restless spirits, all of them killed by the Antiquus Ordo Arcanum, a secret society that didn't seem to care much for the welfare of either the living or the dead. And Mason and I-along with Hart and Sylvia-are right in the middle of it. Again. If that weren't enough, Mason's nephew, Jackson, is starting to have nightmares, and when you're from a family of witches, that can only mean one thing-your power is growing, and you've also just become a threat to your own family. In our case, that means Jackson has to come live with us so that Mason can help him learn to control his power, which means that my home life is just about as chaotic-and dangerous-as my work life. Let me tell you, I'm getting pretty sick of hospitals and bandages and sleepless nights. Oh, and I think I might be a warlock. Things are going from chaos to worse, and somehow, we still have to plan a wedding. And we haven't so much as picked out the cake. Contains mature themes.

Some days, an elf can't get a break. I'm overworked, underpaid, and underappreciated, and up to my lavender eyeballs in missing and murdered shifters. To make matters worse, I've acquired a dog. Sort of. He's not actually a dog. I don't know his name or anything about him other than the fact that he's mostly hairless and is blind in one eye, and he's a witness to one of the unsolved shifter murders that's keeping me up at night. We found him at a crime scene, injured and scared, and I just can't make myself lock him up for obstruction of justice, even though I probably should. He won't shift back, so here I am with a dog that isn't a dog following me everywhere and eating off my plate every time I turn around. The weirdest part is that I'm not sure I want to go back to living without him constantly underfoot. Contains mature themes.

I... have issues. I know. Who'd have thought that a jaded ex-cop elf would have problems with emotional commitment and self-esteem? Yeah, me, too. I'm trying to work on that. I've also got a new job, new boss, and a pile of bones I'm trying to identify while not stepping on too many official police business toes. To top things off, it looks like the Antiquus Ordo Arcanum aren't the only murdering cult making my life a living hell. I'm in the middle of a battleground between not one, but two cults and a group of people who think that witches, warlocks, and people like Ward and me shouldn't exist. And as if that weren't enough, I'm struggling to find time to work on self-improvement and maybe manage to go on a date or two in the meantime with a certain shifter who is just way too adorable for words. I'm pretty sure he's going to dump my ass. But I really, really, really hope he doesn't. At least not before I can solve these murders and get my life a little more together than it currently isn't. Contains mature themes.

Nothing can prepare you for the phone call from your best friend telling you his dad was murdered. But here I am, getting on a plane to fly halfway across the country to hold his hand and hope to hell that I'm not walking into a complete disaster. Who am I kidding? The police think Gregory Crane killed himself, but Elliot is sure they're wrong. And the dead man can't tell us what happened, so I'm going to have to use good old-fashioned detective work to figure this one out. Except I'm not a cop anymore and all my contacts are half a country away. Add to that the fact that the state I'm in is in the middle of a huge anti-magic movement. My mother is going ballistic, my father is threatening to sue the police department, and I'm trying to juggle a brand-new relationship and my falling-apart oldest friend from childhood. Yeah, you could say I'm beside myself. Now if only I can hold it together long enough to put together the pieces, maybe, just maybe I can manage to get through this without losing my best friend, my boyfriend, or my life. Whether or not I lose my mind is pretty low on the list of priorities-I'm willing to give that up if only I can keep the rest. Contains mature themes.