Heather G. Harris

Someone paid the vampire king’s creepy son to turn me into one of the bitey undead. I’m not hanging about to find out who or why.

A deadly assassin. A desperate witch. A past that won’t stay buried. I’m Amber DeLea—ambitious witch, potion mistress extraordinaire, and daughter to a woman slipping further away each day.

I’m Lucy, a regular accountant turned alpha werewolf. A tryst with the wrong incubus ripped me from my ordinary life and sent me tumbling into a magical realm that I'd never even dreamed existed....

Witchlight Cove was supposed to be a fresh start. Instead, I’ve discovered a long-lost grandfather, my best friend’s hiding a massive secret, and the Eternal Flame has disappeared—only the most important magical artefact in town.

When a body is found pulverised beyond recognition, I’m called to investigate. As Chester’s only magical Detective Inspector, it’s my job to handle the cases the Common police can’t. This one has all the hallmarks of the Other Realm—especially when I find a talking bird caged at the scene.

I'm supposed to be meeting with Emory's dragon Court and amazing them with my suave wit and shining intellect. Instead, I'm on the trail of a kidnapper. Someone has stolen away a centaur teenager, Alfie, from a magical circus....

I’m Jinx. As a private investigator, being a walking, talking lie detector is a useful skill—but let’s face it, it’s not normal. You’d think it would make my job way too easy, but even with my weird skills, I still haven’t been able to track down my parent’s killers.

PI by day, reluctant witch by necessity—Beatrix has a case to crack and a legacy to reclaim. I walked away from my magic, my past, and the home I was born to protect.

Welcome to Portlock: where the dead don’t always stay that way. When a human inspector drops dead in the Chrome Mine, things get messy fast. The dwarves are up in arms, swearing the mine is cursed, and when a second body turns up—this time without its head—all fingers point to the local hag.

As a private investigator, being a walking, talking lie detector is a useful skill - but let’s face it, it’s not normal. When I’m hired to find a missing student, I hope to find her propped up at a bar - yet my gut tells me there’s more to this case than a party girl gone wild....

I’ve been working on a potion that could change everything. Unfortunately, some people are allergic to change. A price has been put on my head – and the sharks are coming for me....

I am seizing the patriarchy by the balls, and I’m going to give it a vasectomy. I may have been crowned Queen, but it rapidly becomes clear that the title doesn’t come with an iota of respect: in fact, it’s a death sentence.

Being Queen of the British Werewolves means I’m not one to back down, especially when my friend Emory is facing trial on spurious charges. I stormed in, certain that my impassioned speech would help save the king of the dragon shifters – but darker forces prevailed.

Being a private investigator wasn’t supposed to be complicated. I expected cheating spouses and missing pets like BonBon, a kidnapped ‘pure-bred Schnoodle’ with a ruby-studded collar. What I didn’t expect was a desperate elf on my doorstep, begging for help to find her missing parents.

Ok, so not much sex is going on. The closest I’ve gotten to some action is a date with Stan which ended in disaster. But with all the eye-candy walking around this small town, including the sexy vampire leader, Connor, I’m definitely re-thinking my ‘no dating’ rule.

I thought going back to school would be fun. After all, we’re adults now–no angst-ridden teen dramas here–and we’re all law-enforcement recruits training to become State Troopers. Surely we’ll work together like professionals, right? Wrong.

When I’m arrested for killing a member of the Coven Council, I’m pretty sure we’ll get things straightened out quickly–after all, my victim was a black witch, and she was trying to kill me too. Like most things in my competitive life, I just got there first.

I thought tracking down an Eternal Flame would be the hardest part of this trip. Turns out, I was wrong. Between a hidden magical village, a smug lake monster, and a high priestess who may or may not hold the key to fixing my mistakes, I’m starting to think I should have stayed in bed.

Someone keeps bludgeoning people in the Other realm to death. A couple of the murders were virtually in our back garden, so Emory has asked me to try and find the culprit....

Things go from bad to worse when I get a summons to attend the vampire king’s court, where I get my marching orders. I’m given one lousy week to get my affairs in order, and then I’m to present myself to the conclave to commence my hundred years of indentured servitude.