Our world is tearing itself apart. The evil among us are ripping apart the very seams of today's society, using terrorism and blackmail to create chaos. Valerie Kearie, mead lover and history major, joins the mercenary company Viking, Inc. as a prospective business analyst. Her first mission is supposed to be a cakewalk. Tracking down a digital terrorist known as CLEOPATRA, Valerie and her partner Jacob Pinkerton need to figure out the identity of the elusive mastermind and stop the attacks before they are killed for their efforts.

Terra Olson is an archeologist in the making. When she gets an opportunity to work with one of her idols at a dig that may contain artifacts linked with Norse mythology, she jumps at the offer. What more could she ask for? Probably to not be betrayed by that very same idol. She'd expected the job to be a killer . . . just not in the buried-alive-and-left-to-die-alone way. How could she have seen that coming?

Julie Meadows is down on her luck when she receives an e-mail drafting her into the Official Para-Military Agency. She didn't expect "para" to mean paranormal. Her partner is an Aether Elf prince, her boss is a Were . . . something, and the IT department is staffed by literal trolls. The prospect of a steady job and financial security draws her into a world filled with every myth and legend she's ever read about. Julie dives into the magical, mystical, and downright fantastic when she and her partner, Taylor, are tasked with finding new recruits for the Agency.

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.