Deadside Reapers - La série

Your dead are our business. Got a loved one who’s passed? Want to ask your dead aunt where she hid that elusive will? Head over to Necro city and look no further than Soul Savers Inc. One day the world was normal, and the next, it was filled with ghosts. And then the reapers came. Blood-sucking hot dudes with wings and wicked scythes. They took control, and now we have a system. Now we have Necro city, the hub of all things untethered. As a soul relocation agent, it’s my job to rehouse the dead until the reapers come to collect, but with so few of those dudes about, the wait isn’t pretty. Thank goodness for decent coffee, frosted donuts, and a pending promotion. Things are looking good until they’re not. One bar fight and a dead reaper later, I’m left holding the scythe. Not just any scythe, but a scythe belonging to one of Lilith’s four favored sons—the most powerful reapers in the world. For some reason, it’s chosen me. Now, three very large, very pissed off reapers are on my case. It looks like that promotion is going to have to wait.

A Reaper who doesn’t reap is like a custard donut without the custard. Pointless. Between getting my ass kicked by Azazel in the training room, avoiding Conah, and verbally sparing with Mal, I’m beginning to get a feel for what it means to be a Dominus Reaper. The guys might not think I’m ready to get out and do my job, but I have a team of reapers relying on me, and I’m not about to let them down. Leadership? No problem. Teamwork? Bring it. It’s time to jump into the fray. While the guys track the Dread who attacked the Academy, I’m forced to work alongside Grayson, the Regency pack alpha, to investigate a missing persons case involving vamps. The alpha is stubborn, bossy, arrogant, and sexy as hell. I’m torn between kissing him and punching him. But when he’s taken by the bloodsuckers, there’s no doubt in my mind that I need to get him back. Even if it means venturing into forbidden territory to do it. Death awaits with fangs and claws, but I’ll be damned if I let it walk all over me. Here’s to hoping I keep my head.

Actions have consequences, and my actions are about to kick me in the teeth. I’m still reeling from the unthinkable. Lucas is gone. It’s all my fault and if the dominus can’t find evidence that my actions were under duress then the consequences will be lethal. Sanctuary lies with Grayson and his pack, but I’m a rare commodity—a female loup in a world where females are rare—and the other packs aren’t going to back off without a fight. Even if I escape the executioner’s noose, the loup world isn’t about to let me go so easily. This time there is no hiding. This time there is no get out of jail free card. The loup world is about to swallow me whole, and I'm not sure I'll make it out alive.

It’s all smoke and mirrors until someone breaks the glass. It’ll be the wedding of the century, an alliance bringing peace to the Underealm, but if Lilith recognises who I am, it could be the end of me. Thank goodness for Cora and her plan –smoke and mirrors and deception. Let’s hope it works, otherwise, if the journey doesn’t kill me, Lilith will.

Sunshine, rainbows and unicorns? Yeah something's gotta give. Kick her while she’s down seems to be the motto when it comes to my life. But this time I’m clawing back. Hard. After the uncertainty and the heartache, I deserve a reprieve, and I’m damn well going to get it. My own personal Happy Ever After. But what they don’t tell you in the fairy tales is that happily ever after comes with a price. In my case, it’ll likely be one that kicks me in the teeth. Sometimes I bloody hate it when I’m right!

Sometimes it takes a storm to clear the air. The showdown at Deadside changed everything. It’ll take us going in separate directions to stop the catastrophes that hover on the horizon. But there’s no anticipating the extra threat lying in wait. It’s been there all along. Invisible. Waiting. And it’s about to pounce.

Sometimes the mantles we shun are the only ones that can keep us safe. A hidden threat has risen and it’s up to me to stop it. But time isn’t on my side. While war hovers on the horizon in the Underealm, I’m pulled into a pack issue I didn’t see coming. Blood will be shed. Lives will be lost. I just hope my loved ones aren’t amongst the casualties.