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In 1939 a secret airship departed Germany in the dark of night filled with some of the most influential people of its time, each carrying their most valuable possessions. One such item amongst them was as dangerous as it was priceless. The airship never reached its destination.

The fact that she’s a werecat is just something she’s had to live with Alone in her territory, she’s lived a secretive life for six years: under the radar, avoiding her past and the baggage that comes with it. Trouble finds Jacky, though, in the form of an 11-year-old girl and a werewolf turf war just outside her borders. Forced to honor an ancient treaty and the Laws of the supernatural world, Jacky swears an oath to protect Carey Everson, the human daughter of a local werewolf Alpha from Dallas.

Don't get me wrong, waking up to discover my ex-husband finally killed me wasn't fun. Finding out I had to get a job and pay Afterlife taxes about 10 minutes later? Let's just say, this wasn't exactly the eternal reward I was hoping for. But beggars can't be choosers, and being a demon sure as hell beats my last occupation. I’m well on my way to retirement behind the pearly gates when the impossible happens. The Risk Witches have a vision.

Jacky Leon got away with it. She defended a little human girl, made a few unlikely acquaintances, and survived to tell the tale. Now she’s the only werecat in the supernatural community who can say a small family of werewolves lives in her borders. That isn’t a good thing, though. As news of her heritage and relation to Hasan becomes more well known, Jacky finds herself in the spotlight, slammed with guilt over recent werecat problems and her duty as a daughter of Hasan.

Time marches on. Powers shift and new leaders control the supernatural world. People change, learning and growing, evolving into new versions of themselves. I do my best to remain consistent through it all. I will always be Jacky Leon, a member of the werecat ruling family. I’m getting married to Heath Everson, a werewolf and the man I love, if we can finish planning the wedding. Soon, I’m going to have the family I’ve always dreamed of.

A mystery wrapped in a myth about the origins of humanity. A race to find an ancient pyramid hidden in plain sight. A secret so dangerous its guardians will kill to protect it.

Fifteen years ago, 8-year-old Ethan Jones watched a stranger bury something in the mining ruins of the Rhyolite Desert, Nevada. Even at his young age, he knew what he’d just seen was important.

On the wild west coast of Ireland, a neolithic burial chamber is uncovered. Inside, and perfectly preserved, is the image of a fabled Nemean lion and its cub drinking from a bubbling fountain of pure fire. The image matched the one found on an ancient scroll that warned of a Celtic Prophecy. It foretold of an approaching disaster of unimaginable scale hurtling toward the modern world… Sam Reilly needs to solve the Celtic Prophecy and find the fabled Nemean Lions, whose secret may be the only thing that can save his life.

Books 29 to 32 in the Sam Reilly Action and Adventure Thriller series! 29. The Medallion of Petra During Operation Desert Storm, Major William Harrison led a team of Special Forces on a secret mission to capture Haidar Kamel, a ruthless arms dealer. The operation revealed a treasure trove of dangerous weapons, along with a series of strange artifacts from the ancient world. One of the most unlikely discoveries was a small bronze medallion. They named it the Medallion of Petra. 30. The Relic Hunter A private jet crashes in Jackson Hole, Wyoming, killing everyone on board.

For a decade, I’ve hated the supernaturals who owned my world. I hunted them. I killed them. And now, in the most grand twist of fate - I am bonded to one of them. Oh, the irony. Being a supernatural bounty hunter isn’t exactly a popular job. But after the magic wars, there aren’t many things a human can do that will put food on the table. Thankfully, anything my right hook can’t handle, my guns can. Or so I thought.

I’m Jacqueline, daughter of Hasan, ruling werecat of the Americas, the werecat liaison to humanity, and the lover of Heath Everson, Alpha werewolf. But I go by Jacky Leon, and no one knows about the werewolf. Some time ago, I met a fae and his family while on the run. They helped me, and for his own reasons, the fae had given me a gift. I never went looking for him. I knew the name he gave me and I did my best not to think too hard about it, him, or his family. Life has a fun way of bringing things back, because he's the lost king of the fae and now everyone knows.

In 1974, local farmers outside Xi'an, China, discovered an army of more than 8,000 life-sized ancient terracotta warriors buried in a series of pits. Historians believed that the warriors were placed there to guard the mausoleum of Qin Shi Huang, the first Emperor of China.

My duty to my family is simple. Help maintain order and uphold the law for my werecat father, Hasan, a member of the Tribunal. But I’ve always had a defiant streak. To do what’s right, I’m willing to throw the law out the window and turn my back on everything I’ve been told. Everyone around me knows I’m willing to risk everything for what I believe in. All I can hope is that my beliefs and the law don’t clash again. Because I have another duty. A duty to blood. A duty to the bond between those who once shared a face and a life.

Get your affairs in order. War doesn’t wait for anyone to be ready. With the terrible recent events weighing on my mind, I know the only way I can go is forward. My family, our allies, and I know for certain that there is a sect of witches that want to control the moon cursed for their own nefarious purposes. We don’t know how many of them there are, and we don’t know their names. We know it’s not every witch, but that doesn’t make us less suspicious of every single one of them.

Being a supernatural bounty hunter isn’t exactly a popular job. But after the magic wars, there aren’t many things a human can do that will put food on the table. Thankfully anything my right hook can’t handle, my guns can.

The hunt for Caliburn’s offspring leads Sam into the depths of a forgotten cave – where he stumbles upon an antique Basque Astrolabe that shouldn’t exist. The discovery sets off a chain reaction, dragging Sam into a deadly conflict with a Secret Society that has been protecting a hidden truth since the Lewis and Clark expedition of 1804. Meriwether Lewis was murdered to keep the secret buried.

I used to hunt witches. Now I live with one. To further complicate things, my past as a supernatural bounty hunter doesn’t exactly make me popular in these new circles I’m running in. Shocker, I know. Someone wants me dead. He wants me to stay in Nathalie’s apartment and be safe while he handles the threat, all while holding Bree’s future over my head. Not gonna happen. To say I’m f--ked is an understatement. But I’ve been in worse spots before. Lucifer may be gone, but the corruption of magic isn’t.

An unsolved murder. A lost artifact. A secret buried beneath the floodwaters of history… During the catastrophic Dutch flood of 1953 – the Watersnoodramp – more than 1,800 lives were lost to the fury of the North Sea. But amid the devastation, one death went unnoticed... a murder disguised by disaster. Seven decades later, a skeleton is uncovered in the silted remains of a drowned village. Clutched in its grasp lies a mysterious artifact – one that may unlock the location of the mythical Shield of Hercules, a relic of untold power hidden since the ancient world.

In the heart of an Atlantic superstorm, the Tahila fights to stay afloat. Amid the chaos, the ship’s collision-avoidance system blares a warning. Radar shows no ship. No signal. No lights. Just a strange silhouette beneath the waves. A searchlight is focussed into the raging sea and the crew spot something impossible: the slanted roof of a house with glass windows and solid walls… adrift in the open ocean more than a thousand miles from land. Lightning flashes – and behind one of the windows, a woman is staring out, her eyes wide with a silent plea.

My husband killed me. Instead of spending my immortal afterlife pissed off and angry, I moved on. I became someone. Sure, that someone was a demon with the highest track record of reform, a.k.a. punishment, in Hell. But who’s bragging? Everything was going fine...until the Risk Witches saw a terrible vision. Three men. Each scarred in their own way, born with powers that haven’t been seen in eons. Upper management sent the best to correct their path. Angels. Poltergeists. Nothing worked. These men were too stubborn. Too bad. Too untamed...so they sent me.