Chelby Duncan never knew who her parents were, or why they gave her up. Chelby's foster father is a retired general who is running for Senate, so joining the army is the natural direction for her to take when she turns eighteen. At the Military Entrance Processing Station, she is given a blood test and discovers that she's not human. She's Fae, and she has second blood type that they can't identify.

Aisling thought she'd been hired to be a secret agent-then found that Dragonfly required new recruits, even skilled witches like her, to prove themselves. One clue leads to the next, and she's assigned to work with Lance Stone on a mission. Small crimes herald larger ones, and the larger ones suggest a mysterious organization lurking in the shadows. When an ally turns into an enemy, Dragonfly has to send a new agent into the field. The mission is simple: infiltrate, discover, and escape. But in the secretive world of international crime, nothing is ever really simple.

Z Thornbrook and her cousins are like any other Oriceran pixie on Earth. Mischief is their middle name, and for the last hundred and fifty years, that's been their game. But what happens when a gang of rogue pixies takes the troublemaking just a little too far? Now that they've been caught, it's time for Z and the entire pixie gang to face the music, and they only have two choices. Sign their lives away to enter an experimental new program for magical Army soldiers—or accept a one-way ticket back to Oriceran.

Mia Verick's upbringing was . . . unusual. Most young women raised in the Kerrick Confederacy of Aligned Planets go to school. Mia had daily firearms practice, tactical exercises, and pilot training. She never cared about her strange life, only about living up to the expectations of her father. His mysterious job often takes him away on secret missions, leaving her to self-training until the day she can surpass him. Now she'll never get the chance.

With her name cleared and an impressive rep building around her, Mia thought things would get easier. No such luck. She can't even go shopping at her favorite used starship lot without assassins emerging from the woodwork.