Smoke & Ashes
4 primary works
Book 1
Having no soul definitely has its perks.
After all, I can kill as many magical beasts as I want and not have to worry about the blood on my hands. But no matter how hard I try to run, I can never escape where I came from: the pits of Hell.
Now, Hell’s elite have a job for me, a job I can’t refuse. A nocturnal witch is on the loose, and those are never up to anything good. She’s hiding in my city, so they’ve decided I’m the best person for the job—together with Lexar Dagon’an.
He is Hell’s very own Golden Boy, my archnemesis, and he’s sexy as the sins he makes me want to commit when I look at him. Like murder, obviously.
Working with him was never really my intention, but the more we find out about the witch, the more I realize that I need him. Ugh.
Can the two of us bring down a foe of apocalyptic proportions before we kill each other—or do something far worse?
**If you like fast paced action, kick-ass heroines who take shit from no one, slow-burn romance and lots of fiery magic, read Firestorm now!
Book 2
Whoever is after my head means business.
I found that out after the third attempt on my life. Or was it the fourth? Someone's thirsty for my blood, and worse--they're a step ahead of me at all times.
As if my plate wasn't full enough, the nocturnal witch I killed just weeks ago left some very bad news behind. The angel-bloods who are supposed to be good and protect lives might not be what they seem, and Death himself is knocking on my door. Things aren't looking good for me at all.
But my friends are by my side, Hell's golden boy just might come to my rescue, and I'm always up for a challenge--until my father pulls my reins and threatens to send the life that I love to Hell for good. Things are changing way too fast and there is nothing I can do to stop them.
Will I be able to keep up and adapt, or will I break for good this time?
Book 3
Nobody knows how to push my buttons like my father. Nobody in the world can control me the way he does, either.
That's why my whole life turned upside down within a day, and before I knew it, I was forced to keep away from the only people that I care about.
But while I hide away and try to teach myself spellcasting, the world keeps on spinning. Bad guys keep on doing bad things. Even angel-bloods are at war with each other, and Death has got a hunger for me like never before. The Fallen are onto me, too, and it's only a matter of time before one of them finds me. Before they kill me, or do something even worse.
Disobeying a direct order from my father has consequences, but I am left with no other choice, especially when I find out that Feather Girl was dragged back to Hell while I was gone.
It's time I took matters into my own hands again. And if I fuck up--again--they already know that the only way I'll go down is fighting.
Book 4
Who would go for a ride through Hell when basically every creature in it is after their heads?
Me, that's who. But before you judge me, just know that I'm a good person, with a kind heart, and I am not bloodthirsty at all.
Just kidding. I'm batshit crazy, more hellish than any other monster Down There--hence the reason I'm still alive. Whoever said "what ends up in Hell, stays in Hell" obviously never met me.
But when I crawl out of the Underworld, barely alive, I realize that things aren't looking good upside the Earth, and I may or may not have accidentally given Death the power to unleash the apocalypse onto the world.
This time, all the hellfire in my veins, and the firebird who lives inside me, aren't going to cut it. It will take an army to defeat the horsemen, and even that might not be enough. But I'm going to fight anyway, even if I end up losing everything I live for, and my phoenix will do the same.
May the bigger monster win.