After surviving my time in the Void, I just wanted a little peace and quiet. But a pissed-off special agent from a mysterious federal agency thinks I’m to blame for a recent string of magical disasters. So to avoid indefinite incarceration, I have to go on the run.... No problem, right? I’ll just head to the wild reaches of West Texas and hide out until things blow over in Austin. Drink some brews with my buddies, sing campfire songs, do some hiking and stargazing, and chill. Or so I thought.

When a wizard tasks Colin McCool with saving his world from a post-apocalyptic future, he’ll stop at nothing to complete his mission. With the clock ticking down to oblivion, Colin must face an army of vampires and a power-crazed magician, who could end the young druid and his world. 

I thought that learning magic from a druid master was tough, but that was before I started taking lessons from an insane quasi-god. For six long months, I’ve been suffering under Click’s tutelage, boning up on my magic skills so I can survive the wrath of several Celtic gods and find a cure for my druid mentor, Finnegas. It’s my fault that the old man is hanging on by a thread, and I’m determined to save his life. 

Colin McCool has outwitted necromancers, sorcerers, fae assassins, and evil demigods...but can this journeyman druid survive a face-to-face fight with a god? If you enjoy urban fantasy novels that feature snarky male protagonists, then you’ll love this paranormal thrill ride with a twist of mystery and suspense. Because who doesn't love a down on his luck magician who has to fight to save the people he loves?

When a rookie monster hunter disappears while investigating a series of suspicious murders, druid enforcer Colin McCool is called in to find his young friend and stop the killings. But when his new allies betray him, he'll be forced use every skill at his disposal to evade capture and locate the young hunter...before time runs out for them both! 

Two murderous Celtic goddesses...a journeyman druid on the run...and a sealed grimoire that holds the key to his survival. Can Colin unlock it in time to save the people he loves? Colin McCool here, junkyard druid and trouble magnet extraordinaire. Recently, I fought the giant king of Jotunheim in a bid to save my druid master’s life. I failed in that task - now it’s up to me to keep druidry alive. Problem is, the Mórrígan and her sorceress sidekick Fuamnach are out to erase me from the face of the Earth.

I thought the job was done when we broke up the Fae’s child sex-trafficking ring. We rescued the kids and killed the ringleaders, and everyone was supposed to live happily ever after. But as it turns out, that only happens in fairy tales. Because when you’re dealing with the Fae I know, there’s always another nightmare waiting in the wings. Now I’m traveling into the belly of the beast - straight into Underhill, the mystical realm of the Fae. And to pay for my passage to and from the Faery lands, I’ll have to do something no one has ever done before.

A cursed druid, blackmailed by a faery queen to find a missing magic rock. Let's just hope they don't hack the druid off...for everyone's sake. Name's Colin McCool. Folks call me the Junkyard Druid. I hate that name. Despite my last name, I'm not "cool" like the other hunters in town. I don't run an occult bookstore, I've never owned a Harley, and I didn't inherit a family fortune passed down through generations of hunters before me. And I kind of have this curse on me that's messed up my life.

When a fae child goes missing, Colin is hired to bring him back. Now he has to crack the case, all while learning to control his shifter abilities under the watchful eye of the local werewolf alpha. But with half the pack against him and enemies at every turn, will his next misstep be his last?

When the local vampire coven hires him to stop an undead outbreak at the city graveyard, it sounds like money in the bank to everyone's favorite down on his luck druid, Colin McCool. But when you're cursed by an ancient fae sorceress with a score to settle, nothing is ever as it seems. Colin McCool here, otherwise known as the Junkyard Druid. Not my favorite title, but since it's my only title I guess I'm stuck with it. Seeing as how I've been dragged back into the world of the fae, I figure I may as well be of use.

I go by Crowley, no last name. The Fae took that from me when they tore me from my crib and turned me into a creature of blood and shadow. My kidnappers raised me, taught me magic, and made me their Hound. For years I served them, but a cur can only be brought to heel for so long. I've broken my chains by betraying my adoptive mother, the powerful sorceress Fuamnach. Since then, her assassins have been hunting me - but I’ll cut a swathe of destruction through them if it means gaining back a piece of the humanity they stole from me. Vengeance will have to do.

Soul eating tattoo. Check. Self-replicating knife. Check. Two-hundred-year-old score to settle. Double check. Meet the immortal Doc Holliday. Lying on his deathbed, Dr. John Holliday was offered a choice; let the tuberculosis finish its work or accept immortality. Doc chose the latter, knowing full well that such “gifts” don’t come cheap, but damned if the last 200 years haven’t been a blast. Partying, playing, fighting, killing; yes, eternal life’s been good...But the time to get serious has finally come, and the task he’s always known he was saved for is at hand.

The gods are dying. But for one man, death is only the beginning. Murdered as a ritual sacrifice, amateur thief and professional charmer Dustin Graves mysteriously survives, finding himself gifted with strange, dark magic. Then more dead bodies turn up. Some are human, but one is a god of the old world, slain at his own doorstep.

Before the now-infamous Count Dracula ever tasted his first drop of blood, Sorin Ambrogio owned the night. Humanity fearfully called him the Devil. Cursed by the gods, Sorin spent centuries bathing Europe in oceans of blood with his best friends, Lucian and Nero, the world’s first Werewolf and Warlock - an unholy trinity if there ever was one. Until the three monsters grew weary of the carnage, choosing to leave it all behind and visit the brave New World across the ocean. As they befriended a Native American tribe, they quickly forgot that monsters can never escape their past.

Before the now-infamous Count Dracula ever tasted his first drop of blood, Sorin Ambrogio owned the night. Humanity fearfully called him the devil. Cursed by the gods, Sorin spent centuries bathing Europe in oceans of blood with his best friends Lucian and Nero, the world’s first werewolf and warlock. An unholy trinity if there ever was one.