The murder of a dark arts warlock.
A shape-shifting, ravenous creature on the loose.
A devilishly handsome stranger sent to investigate.
Sometimes working law enforcement for the Netherworld is a real bitch.
Dulcie O’Neil is a fairy. And not the type to frolic in gardens.... read more
“Since you have this all figured out, what do you need my help for?" "Two heads are better than one." "Aren't macho guys like you supposed to insist they work alone?”Dulcie O'Neil, Knight Vander
“Prepare yourself for some kinky stuff." "To watch or to partake of?”Dulcie, Knight
“The only think you have to do is feed them once a day." "Feed them? What the hell am I supposed to feed them?" "Dog food. Two scoops a day." "Okay, you do realize I've killed every houseplant I've ever owned? I never planned on having a dog or a cat or anything else. I'm not a pet person." "Well, now you have gremlins.”Quillan
“Put on a better show this time." "So, what, if you try to have sex with me, I'm just supposed to let you?" Knight chuckled. "Desperate times call for desperate measures.”Knight, Dulcie
“Looks like I just rinsed away a few resident spiders." "I forgive you.”Knight, Dulcie
It was out of my control, and things out of your control should be left alone cause there isn't a damned thing you can do about them.Highlighted by 23 Kindle customers
There’s a certain intimacy to the night when you don’t have to share it with anyone.Highlighted by 13 Kindle customers
It’s a shame the cute ones are always jerks or if not jerks, gay.”Highlighted by 10 Kindle customers
“Hi, Honey,” she said, looking at him like he was crack and she, Whitney Houston.Highlighted by 8 Kindle customers
It looked like someone hadn't separated their humans from their monsters in the wash cycle.Highlighted by 8 Kindle customers
Any new creature who hoped to settle in Splendor, California needed to contact Headquarters, otherwise known as the A.N.C (Association for Netherworld Creatures).Highlighted by 4 Kindle customers
Demons are notoriously short-tempered and they don’t get mad or even, they just kill you.Highlighted by 4 Kindle customers
“Heard you got turned into somethin’ pretty nasty, O’Neil?” he said. I narrowed my eyes. “Yeah, I did Trey, and when I looked in the mirror, there you were.”Highlighted by 4 Kindle customers
Bram was a vampire (I know, how cliché…) who ran a nightclub called No Regrets. No Regrets was in the middle of the city and was the biggest hangout for creatures of the Netherworld.Highlighted by 3 Kindle customers
“You’re not going to let go of this, are you?” he asked with a grin. I shook my head. “The eight ball says no.”Highlighted by 3 Kindle customers
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