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After surviving one Hell of a journey, Quinn MacKenna - black magic arms dealer turned demigoddess - was really looking forward to spending some quality time with friends. And maybe a beer. Unfortunately time is the only thing Quinn doesn’t have, and all her friends are either missing, in hiding, or imprisoned - including her favorite bartender. Then again, after being gone a year and six months without sending so much as a postcard, what should she expect?

What’s a goddess to do? After being lost at sea and taken prisoner by yet another denizen of the Titan realm, Quinn finds herself cold, wet, miserable, and very much alone. Until a familiar and unexpected face steps back into her life to remind her who she is - and has always - been: A fighter. Following this revelation, Quinn can only acknowledge that some journeys require circuitous routes, even if that means attaining her freedom and rushing - not to the rescue of her besieged allies - but to the mythical island of Aeaea, home to the infamous witch, Circe.

My name is Quinn MacKenna, and magic doesn’t work on me. When I’m not getting roped into bar brawls in Boston, I’m usually acquiring - stealing is a form of acquisition, you know - dangerous magical artifacts to turn around and sell them to the highest bidders. But I prefer to be paid in favors, not money. Because favors are a hot commodity in the Land of the Fae. Favors are the only currency that will buy the answers I seek: Why magic doesn’t work on me, and who my real father is.

Thanks to a witchy homebrew, Quinn MacKenna - part-time goddess, full-time troublemaker - has slipped past death’s door to rekindle an old flame and snuff out an old friend. But in order to do that, Quinn will need allies, be they an alcoholic ferryman, a deadly horseman, or some of the most feared and respected gods this side of the afterlife. In a do-or-die effort to track down her old nemesis, Quinn must first expose dark truths, strike a bargain with Hades himself, and journey to a realm fraught with bloodshed and brimming with booze.

Fresh from her unplanned stay in the otherworld, Quinn MacKenna is forced to wait in Fae’s worst Airbnb - a grotesque gingerbread house in a forest full of breadcrumbs - for the captain who will guide her ship to the fabled Atlantis. But just as idle hands are the devil’s workshop, idle minds are the Titans’ torture chamber.

My name is Quinn MacKenna, and magic doesn’t work on me. When I’m not getting roped into bar brawls in Boston, I’m usually acquiring - stealing is a form of acquisition, you know - dangerous magical artifacts to turn around and sell them to the highest bidders. But I prefer to be paid in favors, not money. Because favors are a hot commodity in the Land of the Fae. Favors are the only currency that will buy the answers I seek: Why magic doesn’t work on me, and who my real father is.

Abductions rarely go as planned...but this is just ridiculous. Torn from the Faeling games on the beaches of Scotland, Quinn MacKenna suddenly finds herself doggie-paddling in a turbulent sea of blood with no land in sight. And that’s the highlight of her day so far, because her abductors seem perfectly content to simply leave her in this strange Otherworld. Quinn must fight tooth and nail to unearth answers about herself and her place in the worlds of both Man and Fae...even if that means losing herself, first.

Fresh off a disturbingly long absence for which she has no explanation or recollection, Quinn MacKenna—reformed Catholic, semi-retired arms dealer, and borderline alcoholic—is busy enjoying the Nordic idea of an afterparty before becoming quickly embroiled in a bitter power struggle coinciding with the advent of the Yuletide season.

After recovering her memories at great personal cost, Quinn MacKenna finds herself reliving those moments she thought lost forever. What she could not know, however, was that doing so would not only expose the brutal truths behind her very existence but entangle her in the lives of so many others—a list that includes notorious figures with surnames like Temple, Solomon, and Ambrosius.

Fae are missing all over Boston, and apparently, no one else is suicidal enough to look into it. Good thing Quinn MacKenna - black magic arms dealer and Fae half-breed - has been searching for a way to earn back some of Boston’s goodwill after almost destroying the city...twice. Besides, favors for the Fae usually pay dividends if you play your cards right.... As long as the Fae don’t double-cross or otherwise backstab you. But that hardly ever happens.... Thankfully, Quinn has Robin Redcap to back her up.

Fresh after the death of her sole caretaker at the hands of a once-trusted ally, Quinn must forge new alliances and rekindle old friendships if she’s going to recover and find her place in the world. She just didn’t know step one would take her straight to Moscow...and into the ever-pleasant, rolling hills of Siberia. But there's one thing an Irish gal simply cannot do - leave her bartender behind. Even if it means squaring off against ex-special forces shifter bears.

Quinn finally gets what she’s always wanted - a "fae-cation". But now Boston faces annihilation. A bloody murder spree in the Land of the Fae with her vampire bestie should have been all fun and games for Quinn...that is, until she finally learns the stunning truth about her past and the decision she was born to make - a decision which threatens to bring her world to a screeching halt. Because the price is just too high.

Quinn MacKenna learns that the cure for a blinding hangover is simple.... Stay in bed, and whatever you do, don’t answer your freaking door. Otherwise, you might find yourself roped into a murder investigation with a psychopath attempting to rewrite the Twelve Days of Christmas as a holiday homicide special, asked to rescue a former international spy, forced to dodge bullets with a Valkyrie, or to take on a power-hungry Fae intent on freezing everything he touches.

Quinn MacKenna is a black-magic arms dealer from Boston, but her world drastically changed after accidentally robbing Nate Temple a few weeks ago. Primarily, that her absolution might have come with some strings attached.... Like a trip to the Big Apple to steal a mysterious and deadly artifact for Grimm Tech - strictly off the books. But it doesn't take her long to learn that she isn't the only one after the magical whatsit, and that the monsters in New York play for keeps. And that's before she learns that Heaven and Hell have stepped into the game....

Everything was going fine for Quinn MacKenna…until she accidentally stole from Nate Temple. She knows how to drink, fight, and steal dangerous magical artifacts - but not for money. For favors. Because all her life she’s wanted only one thing - a secret so dangerous and well-guarded that no one will give it up. A ticket to the Land of the Fae so she can find her dad and finally get some answers about her past.