I was burned at the stake at 14.... I was drowned in a lake when I was 24.... At 27, I was stoned in a public square.... I have died a hundred times in a hundred different ways, usually at the hands of the humans I've tried to save. But when a pregnant young woman finds her way into my tattoo shop with a demon on her tail, things go from bad to worse. Being a centuries-old witch isn't going to help me - nothing will.

When I was offered a seat on the Ethereal Council, no one said anything about meeting the actual Fates. On the day of my presentation, not only do I offend the three women who control every single thread of life, but an Angel's thread is cut short, and no one knows how. Now, it's my job to find out who did it before the death gets pinned on me, and starts an all-out Angel-Demon war. 

I thought I'd get a little time off before the veritable poop hit the fan, but fate - or rather the Fates - have other ideas. The witch who tried to have my sister possessed has escaped, and not only do I find him dead, but I don't have a clue who he was working with. Or working for.... Now I have a Council Member in human jail, a ragtag bunch of stuffy law-abiders to lead, and a solid inkling that the next person on the chopping block is me.

If there is one lesson I've been taught in my life, it's that fairies are the absolute worst. Finding a fledgling succubus in Faerie is like locating a needle inside a realm-sized haystack. With a guide I can't trust and a goal more ephemeral than smoke, my odds of success are tenuous at best. Not to mention, as the last Elemental in existence, I have a giant target painted on my back. Because one half of Faerie wants me dead, and the other half wants to use me as a sacrifice to open the gates to Earth.

A crown I don't want. A bargain I can't take back. A life I refuse to sacrifice. After 400 years on my own, one would think I'd be able to walk away and never look back. I'd done it a thousand times before with nary an inkling of guilt. But with my brand new predicament, there is no way I can turn down the offered bargain - not if I want everyone I love to stay alive. Now, all I have to do is trek through the very realm I nearly died to keep sealed. Sure. Because there's no way that could go wrong. Unseelie Court, here I come.

I was just an ordinary girl waiting tables in a small-town bar. I had no idea magic was real. That was, until I backed my car over a werewolf a couple times. In my defense, the wolf was trying to murder me, and I was all out of mace. Now I’ve got a cult of rogue wolves on my heels, and the only one who can protect me is Jaxson Laurent - the leader of the Chicago pack.

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.

The wolves and the fae are enemies, and Cal and I are caught in the middle. I’m the pack’s true Alpha, but the pack won’t accept me or Cal, because I just found out I’m also half-fae. Then we meet a rogue group of supernaturals who tell us about a prophecy. They believe a hybrid is supposed to reunite the shifters and fae after years of hostility and war - and that hybrid is me. But first I’ll have to learn to harness powers I didn’t know I have.

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.

It’s never a good combo to be broke and desperate. You do stupid things. Like accidentally sign your soul over to hell. When I interviewed for a new security job, I didn’t bat an eye that it was for a literal graveyard shift...headstones and all. I mean, at the hourly rate they were offering, who cares? I got this. Turns out, I’m not guarding a graveyard like I thought. It seems I’ve just walked my broke ass into protecting a gate to hell. Yeah...I don’t got this.

I never thought I'd be singing happy birthday to myself in a dungeon. And yet when a sinfully sexy demon crashes happy hour, that's exactly what happens. He’s known as the Lord of Chaos, he’s mistaken me for my succubus doppelgänger. Happy birthday to me. When he tastes my blood, he finally understands I’m mortal.

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.

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!

Lilith’s invitation to the Underealm has thrown us for a loop. Impossible to hide from danger if danger has ordered an audience. 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.

Seeing dead people and solving their murders is Darby Adler's bread and butter. What's not on the menu? A nosy Fed poking around her crime scenes, who seems to know a hell of a lot more than he's saying - especially about the ghosts surrounding Darby and the murderer who's desperate for her attention.