Livres - Bibliographie

Welcome to Cedar Falls...

I thought the sign seemed a little too welcoming, but when you get the call to move from the goddess herself, you don't get to be picky. I just wasn't expecting my new home to be so rustic and...down on its luck. But, when you're a witch, life can get pretty interesting...and dangerous. Especially when someone is killing the local coven. At least the chief of police is pretty hot, when he's not accusing me of being the murderer.

Cedar Falls seems to have no shortage of hot men. With so many stunning men, why choose just one? Sorry, Chief. Let's just hope I don't get too distracted before I find the murderer, open my new bookstore, and help Cedar Falls become what it was meant to be...

As the daughter of an Inari Fox, celestial messenger to the gods, I should have been reverent, wise, and collected like my father. As the daughter of a kitsune queen, I should have been poised and delicate, with just a hint of playfulness to pay homage to the fox spirit within, just like my mother. Unfortunately, genetics can be unpredictable, and they ended up with a hot mess dipped in sarcasm, rolled in spunk, drizzled with sass, and sprinkled with pop-rocks.

Hi! My name's Kaede, and I'm that mess.

Life was a never-ending series of clubbing and drinking with my bodyguard, Hiroki. That was his official title, but he's more of a babysitter. He's a nogitsune, kind of like a kitsune, but more physically badass with a little less spiritual oomph. I have the hots for him, but he's afraid of losing important pieces of his anatomy if my parents catch him touching their daughter.

I enjoyed my life, except for the hangovers and vomit. It was good. Until I decided to save a human from jumping off a building, just because he saw dead people. The supernatural community had one rule. Don't get caught. I ended up on the six-o'clock news and shipped off to boarding school to learn how to blend in better. Good times.

The kicker is Aesir Academy is in Iceland. Know what's in Iceland? Ice, land, and ancient Norse gods. Some of which are sleeping. For a damn reason. Like wanting to destroy the world. Know what wakes them up? Celestial messengers. Know how to keep them from waking up? Kill the messenger.

School should be about fitting in with the popular kids, not destroying the world and staying alive. At least I made some friends to help me save the world. Dogs love foxes. Especially hellhounds and werewolves…

My mother and I moved from Chicago to a small town in Pennsylvania to get away from our problems. Unbeknownst to her, we were running toward fifty more.

You go through high school, minding your own business, just trying to survive. That's what most of us do, anyway. Study, keep your head low, and try not to stick out. So what are the odds that someone like me could catch the eye of the hottest damn girl in school? Pretty damn good, apparently.

Sure, she's gorgeous. So what if she's a little strange? It's not her fault everybody avoids her like the plague. Maybe they're just afraid she'll gut them and dance in their entrails. Especially when the people who piss her off start dying…

Dating a demon probably wasn't the brightest decision I've ever made, but I wouldn't change it, or her, for the world. Or even hell.

You know that bitch from hell everybody talks about? That's me. I mean that literally.

I was born in the seventh circle of Hell to two demons of noble lineage. Know what that means? Squat. My brimstone birth certificate and five bucks might get me a cup of coffee from Starbucks. The minute I was born, they handed me off to a wet nurse, sent me to earth, and left me to fend for myself. I suppose, I should thank them. They taught me at an early age that there is nothing in either world more important than self-sufficiency.

To survive, I needed money. So, naturally, I became a stripper.

Don't judge, it paid the bills. A lot of them. And it provided a solution to my particular dietary requirements. I'm a succubus. We eat lust for breakfast. And lunch. And dinner. What better place to get it than a seedy, smoke-filled bar full of horndogs shoving dollar bills in your thong?

Life was good.

Then, I met Ryan and fell in love. He knew what I was and loved me anyway. I loved him so much that we got married and I gave him twin children. And then he died.

And left me alone.

Okay, not completely alone. He left me two kids to raise and a crippling sense of loss.

So, I did what any demon would do, I loaded up the kids and moved a thousand miles to start a new life.

Now, my Hell is in suburbia and the most evil things in my life are my home owners' association and the PTA.

Maybe it wasn't too late to go back to Hell.