The next generation takes on Heaven, Hell, and everything in MAXON, Book 1 of Angelbound Offspring!

FAIRY TALES OF THE MAGICORUM

A modern fairy tale that USA Today calls a ‘must-read!’ Check out WOLVES AND ROSES!

DIMENSION DRIFT

A kick-ass heroine + a swoon-worthy prince + an all-girl heist = the DIMENSION DRIFT series!

BEHOLDER

Medieval mages … Slow-burn love … And heart-pounding action! Check out the BEHOLDER series!

PIXIELAND DIARIES

PIXIELAND DIARIES tells the story of sassy pixie Calla and ‘her’ elf prince, Dare.

Sample Chapter - SCALA

Ring, ring, ring. Five o’clock in the morning and my kitchen phone won’t shut the Hell up.

A dull ache of worry pulses through my drowsy brain. Someone calling at this hour? Most likely, it’s bad news.

I sleep-shuffle into the kitchen. Yawning, I pick up the receiver and set it to my ear. “Myla Lewis speaking.”

“Is this the Great Scala?” The voice is young, female, and borderline hysterical.

My anxiety level kicks up a notch. Based on that tone? Definitely bad news.

“Yup. That’s me.” I only gained my Scala powers a few months ago, but already, my old Myla Lewis self is fading into the background. People only want to talk to the Great Scala, the sole being who can move souls to Heaven or Hell. Most assume that Myla’s my nineteen-year-old secretary or something. It’s really weird.

I stifle another yawn. “What’s going on?”

“I’m calling about the eighteen million souls in Ghost Tower Six.”

“No, you’re not. There are 3,325,932 souls in Ghost Tower Six. 18,873,264 in all of Purgatory.” Give or take a few. Since it’s my job to move them all to Heaven or Hell, I like to keep tabs on these things. “Still, that didn’t answer my question. What’s the problem?”

“Code-red failure, Great Scala. Ghost Tower Six is ready to blow.”

Now, I’m wide-the-fuck-awake. Ghost Towers keep angry, confused and homicidal spirits off the streets while we sort them into Heaven or Hell. There hasn’t been a code-red failure in ten years. Electric jolts of panic course along every nerve ending I’ve got. I grip the receiver so tightly, I’m surprised it doesn’t snap in two.

“When did this start?”

“Thirty minutes ago. Your phone rang and rang.”

My mouth falls open with a mixture of rage and shock. “A half-hour ago? Why didn’t you send a runner to my house? I live two blocks from your Tower.”

“The rules say to call you on a code-red. Please don’t be angry with me. Please don’t—”

“Send you to Hell? No, I won’t.” Though, I’m sorely tempted. “I’ll be right over.”

“Thank you, Great Scala, thank you, thank you. May I say how honored I am to have been able to—”