The Demon Romance Starter Bundle
The Demon Romance Starter Bundle
The Demon Romance Starter Bundle
The Demon Romance Starter Bundle
The Demon Romance Starter Bundle
The Demon Romance Starter Bundle

The Demon Romance Starter Bundle

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• A Demon's Guide to the Afterlife COMPLETE COLLECTION
Paranormal Romance with Multiple Love Interests
1. Dark Horse
2. White Raven
3. Black Swan

• Magic Wars: Demon's of New Chicago COMPLETE COLLECTION
Post-Apocalyptic Urban Fantasy Romance with Bite
1. Touched by Fire
2. Haunted by Shadows
3. Blood be Damned
4. Forged by Fury

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Trenton McArthur was the epitome of a fuck boy. Young, mid-twenties in appearance. More than a little cocky. Arrogant. Solid looks. A warlock of moderate status, and rich as hell.

In another life, he would have been a frat boy from Florida State—had magic not become known to humankind and the entire world upended as a result.

There was just one minor problem with Trenton.

He liked to gamble. A lot. Unfortunately for him, he sucked at it, and he didn’t pay his debts. Which is what led us here tonight. Him, to play a few rounds of cards in one of the few places in town that wouldn’t kick him out. Me, to nab his ass.

It was Friday, after all. Payday.

With my feet kicked up on the old, dingy tabletop, I waited for him to make his way through the bar. Leaning back, I flipped my lighter open and closed with the tip of my thumb. It was an old habit. The tiny yellow flame flickered in and out of existence.

Trenton and the bartender made nice, fist bumping and doing some weird handshake thing between them. I knew from his file sitting at home on my desk that he and Egzy Daniels went way back. Egzy was just as deep in shit, if not more so, but the lucky bastard hadn’t pissed off the wrong people, and so he was safe where he was. For now.

He and Trenton talked for a while, swapping stories about selling potions to minors and sharing exaggerated details of girls they’d fucked last week. Some werewolf beta named Lizzy apparently got around. I silently questioned her life choices while I watched them settle into a routine of familiarity. After a few minutes of that, Egzy clapped my target on the back and walked him my way.

They stopped before me, and I smiled.

“Hello, boys . . .” I purred, dragging my feet from the tabletop. They hit the floor with a loud smack, and the bar quieted for a second before resuming its bustling activities.

Trenton’s eyes scanned my form as I scooted down my seat and came to stand before him. The tight black jeans definitely got his attention, but the long-sleeved turtleneck and leather jacket . . . less so.

“Egzy,” he drawled. “Who is this?”

“I’m sorry, man,” the bartender said, blowing the ruse. I rolled my eyes, dropping any pleasantness from my face. Trenton only needed a second to realize what was up. His mouth started moving, and being the smart person I was, I pistol whipped him faster than a two-pump chump could get off.

A groan fitting the sound effect for my metaphor slipped from Trenton’s lips, and I wrinkled my nose. That saying no longer appealed in any way, shape, or form.

He crumpled to the ground, unconscious for the moment.

“You suck at this,” I said to Egzy, who stood across from the body looking uncertain about his role to play.

“Trenton’s my boy,” the bartender complained. I glared at him, taking in his short black hair and tan skin. His features were what I would have called Asian, at least what I knew of Asia before the world went to shit. After the Magic Wars, it was hard enough to find out about other cities in America, let alone countries and continents around the globe. I had no idea if Asia was still the same, or even called that anymore. There was not much of a way to know, given the collapse of technology and the rise of magic. “I didn’t wanna rat on him . . .” He pouted.

While Egzy was sort of attractive and low enough on the magic spectrum that he was almost human, he was also dumb as a box of rocks and mostly got by on luck.

“Yeah, well, the deal was that you help me get him out of here without a struggle. My boss isn’t going to be happy,” I said, lying through my teeth. Egzy didn’t know who my boss even was, or that they didn’t give two shits if I captured him or not. They only wanted Trenton for the time being. Dealing with dumb criminals had its benefits.


“You don’t think he’s going to send someone after me, do you?” Egzy asked, panic flaring in his face. I shrugged.

“I don’t know, but maybe you should have thought of that before you tipped off your boy Trenton here,” I said, motioning to the unconscious douchebag sprawled out on the floor.

Egzy looked from his prone friend and back to me, then grimaced. He turned on his heel and bolted through the back door while I stood there shaking my head.

Typical. Fucking typical.

This was exactly why I worked alone nowadays. Trenton just happened to be a high-profile client that needed some semblance of discretion. So much for that. As I bent to grab him by the collar of his shirt, I noticed half the bar behind me had stood up.

Goddamn supernaturals.

Always with the pack mentality.

They could fight among each other like dogs, but when a human entered the mix, it was us versus them.

“What are you doing?” Crouched over, I peered between my legs at the big burly man and cursed. He was probably a shifter, and an alpha, given the assertiveness. Betas were more my style. Omegas didn’t bother with shit unless there was literally no other choice.

I straightened my back and gazed over at him.

“Mind your own business, buddy,” I said. “You don’t want to get involved.”

He stepped forward. “Actually, I think I do.” Yup, my initial guess was right. Definitely an alpha. Standing behind him was probably a group of betas. Not to mention the other supes in the bar. I let out a ragged breath. My heart started to speed up.

I didn’t panic. Not like most humans. 

When confronted with conflict, I got this giddy excitement inside. It was crazy, and extremely self-destructive, but all my life I’d found myself unable to back down from a fight if directly faced with one.

“I got a bone to pick with this guy,” I said, nudging Trenton with my boot.

“Really?” the alpha said, taking another step forward. “Because it looks like you’re a hunter, and I don’t like hunters.”

I lifted both hands in surrender, though one of them was holding a firearm, so I doubted it looked as innocent as I’d hoped. “I’m not with human patrol,” I said, and for once I was telling the truth. What I didn’t say was that I used to be. It was how I got my start. “This isn’t a speciesist thing.” 

“Who’s your boss?” the alpha asked, and I knew this was going to go one of two ways.

I could tell them who I worked for, and there would be good odds everyone would sit the fuck down. But my boss didn’t exactly like being known. He liked it even less when his employees used his name to get out of trouble. Wasn’t good for business.

If I told them who, and he found out—which he would—I’d be fired within twenty-four hours as the best-case scenario. Worst-case, he’d take it personally and my head would come off.

Which meant plan B.

I groaned.

“Why couldn’t Egzy do the one thing,” I complained. Using my foot, I kicked the unconscious dude in the side, and he went sliding under the table I’d been seated at. In a single motion, I cocked my gun and fired.

The bullet landed between the alpha’s eyes. The skin around the edges glowed orange and sizzled. He fell backwards, hitting the floor with a loud thud.

The sound seemed to spur the bar into motion. All at once, half of it tried to flee and the other half decided to stand their ground. I ran, sliding over the bar top and flipping over the other side to land on my ass and hide behind it. I pulled the second pistol from my jacket, turned, and peered over the edge.

Supes mowed over one another to get to me and I opened fire.

Gunshots went off left and right, loud enough to only add to the pandemonium. Bullet casings hit the veneered counter with little tinks. I shot one after another, aiming for the same place each time.

The fun thing about supes was that for a long time they were really fucking hard to kill.

Each of them had different weaknesses, and most of them were nothing like the legends.

Vampires, while they didn’t like sunlight, they didn’t burn alive in it. It just blinded them.

Werewolves weren’t allergic to silver. At all. In fact, no metal really harms them. It’s where you hit them that matters.

Witches and warlocks would be the easiest, were they not such a pain in the ass to get near. A single word or wiggle of their fingers and they could kill you faster than you could kill them.

And that was really just the tip of the iceberg as far as supernatural species went.

The one thing I really had going for me was that I was a near-expert on all of them.

Being human and only a little kid when magic became known in the world had its perks. Largely that I had the time to study them, because in a world where half the people had magic and weren’t afraid to use it—being human was a major disadvantage.

So I embraced the one universal truth I knew: knowledge is power.

And because of that, I knew a single shot between the eyes would either kill or disable everyone in this bar. The best part? They usually woke up with jumbled memories from their brain healing and didn’t remember me shooting them.

The click of my guns trying to fire and failing to release jarred me back to the moment.

“Shit,” I cursed under my breath.

The time it took me to pull a magazine from my jacket cost me. I exhaled harshly as some vampire bitch came flying at me with fangs snapping.

My back hit the concrete floor behind me as she straddled my body. Her pale, sallow cheeks and violet eyes told me she hadn’t fed recently enough. She pinned me as I focused on releasing the empty magazine and shoving the new clip in it. Just as it clicked, she loomed only inches from my face.

“You’re a feisty one,” she purred. “I’m going to enjoy this.”

Her jaws stretched wide as her eyes zeroed in on my neck. The thirst had her in its grips, and I used that to my benefit, letting her lunge for a bite—only to find herself with a mouthful of gunmetal.

I shoved the barrel deep enough down her throat that she gagged. Her fangs bit into the side of my hand, and shock permeated her features before her eyes rolled back in her head. Disgust filled me as I pulled the trigger and the backside of her skull exploded.

The body slumped over me, and I twisted, flinging it away. One of her fangs stuck in my hand and I picked it out, flicking it behind my shoulder as I got to my feet.

The bar was silent, everyone in it dead or gone.

Just the way I liked it.

I whistled to myself as I went to grab Trenton.

He was just starting to stir as I dragged him from under the table.

Perfect timing.

“Dinner time, Huck,” I called out, tapping my fingers next to the bowl.

A forty-year-old man came around the corner on all fours. His naked skin hung flaccid, and his knees stuck to the crappy linoleum floor. The tags on the dog collar around his neck tinkled.

Hate-filled, shit-brown eyes stared up at me. I grinned.

“You call that dinner—” he started.

I grabbed his face by the jaw and squeezed tight. “No talking back. Bad dog.”

Indecision warred on his face. He wanted to hit me. Kill me, if he could. But he was thinking back to the last time he had made those attempts. It didn’t end well. 

For him, at least.

A moment passed, and he lowered his eyes. I dropped my hand away and patted his head mockingly. “Good mutt,” I said without any of the positive inflection I’d use on a real dog.

I left Huck McKinley to his dinner of dog food covered in hot sauce, not feeling the least bit bad. Some would say I was more than a little fucked up. Cruel.

They were right, of course.

But I was a demon by trade. It was sort of in the job description. 

A hundred years ago, I died. More accurately, I was murdered—by my ex-husband, to be exact. He was a piece of shit too, but that was a whole other can of worms I didn’t often like to open.

The point was, I died and came to the Afterlife.

Because I wasn’t in the bottom forty percent of humans that had to serve punishments for their transgressions on Earth, and I wasn’t in the top one percent that automatically went through the proverbial pearly gates, I had to get a job. That’s how I became a demon.

My time in the realm of the living had mostly held pain. It was what I knew. What I was good at. I took that pain and I turned it on assholes like Huck McKinley. He had also died, except he was a wife beater, and he ran dog-fighting rings that had killed hundreds of animals.

That was how he ended up here under my tender loving care.

Where is here? Hell.

Huck took a bite of food and gagged. He spat it out all over the floor, grasping at his throat. Murder shimmered in his eyes.

How cute.

“You bitch—”

“Ah-ah.” I wagged my finger back and forth. “We talked about this. Dogs don’t speak—”

He let out a growl that might have scared me a hundred years ago. Now?

I cracked my knuckles and grinned. He launched off the floor, saliva dripping from his lips, hot sauce mingled with bits of dog food staining his chest.

As he came up, so did my knee. I struck him square in the face. A crack echoed in the room. He flew through the air, crashing into the wall with a loud bang. He dropped to the floor, an indent of his disgusting body left in the drywall.

I tsk’d.

“Now you’ve done it, Huck.” I walked over and picked him up by the back of his neck. My demonic strength was a godsend in moments like this. I tossed him in a wire metal crate and latched the door. 

He groaned.

I hummed under my breath as I lifted my Apple watch to my face. “Play ‘Baby’ by Justin Bieber.”

Huck let out a slew of profanities that were drowned out by the tween’s obnoxious singing. I bobbed my head along to the music as I started for the front door.

“Wait—wait!” he yelled out for me. I paused at the exit. “You can’t leave me like this. Please—” He cut off when I grinned maniacally.

“Should have thought about that before you were a bad dog.”

With that, I stepped outside and closed the door.

All along the street sat ordinary cookie-cutter houses. They spanned miles. Every house was actually a prison containing a bad soul that had fallen into that lower forty percent of the human race that needed to be punished. How long each person served before being recycled and sent back to the realm of the living differed, but the houses didn’t. The only thing separating each of them was the number on the door. Each one was special to the soul inside it. I was currently in charge of a dozen or so. People that ranged from pedophiles, to Huck McKinley, to emotionally manipulative twats that stole from their kids.

Each of their crimes were different in act and severity, but the outcome was not. They’d landed themselves in Hell, and it was my responsibility to punish and rehabilitate them before they were wiped clean of all memories and sent back to try again.

Two houses down, Malachi the Dreaded stepped out of a door. He let out a low sigh of exhaustion and straightened his blood-soaked tie.

“Long session?” I asked.

He took one look at me and wrinkled his nose in distaste. I knew what he saw. A twenty-something-year-old body with leather pants and a black corset. I wore knee-high black boots with a chunky heel. My red hair hung loose around my shoulders and not a weapon or speck of blood was in sight.

“Very,” he said after a pregnant pause. “You?”

“Not terribly so. I’m enjoying this case. I’ve already got another fifty years planned out for this guy.” I hooked my thumb toward the door behind me, and Malachi’s eyebrows inched up in barely discreet incredulity. 


I had to give it to him. He didn’t say what he was clearly thinking. Must have learned from that asswipe, Karen. It wasn’t exactly a secret that my methods of punishment were unusual. On the contrary, it made me an oddity for a demon.

It also made me the best at our job.

Anyone could hammer nails in a kneecap or shove bamboo under someone’s nails. I was a true master of torture. A connoisseur, of sorts. 

Not every demon saw it that way, though. Our profession generally attracted people that barely came in just above the forty percent. Shitheads that liked the idea of taking out their daddy issues on other people. People like Karen the Horrible.

A couple of decades back, I got assigned a case she wanted. Thinking she could get it back, she had openly challenged me to a duel. She and the others like her assumed I chose the punishments I did because I was weak. How wrong she was.

Malachi must have been there, or at least heard the stories. Then again, almost every demon had. The open snipes stopped after that day, even if the wandering eyes didn’t. Oh, I heard the whispers through the grapevine, and over the years, several of the newbies had started to wonder. New demons always had something to prove. A bone to pick. It came with the territory. The demon guild was one of the most cutthroat in the Afterlife, and they had a tendency to judge or maim first and think later.

In that lay the problem. That behavior had broken way too many souls before their punishment was up. They weren’t fully healed, and then those souls went back to the living realm to make the same shitty life choices that led them right back to Hell. Talk about a broken system.

Malachi idled warily, as if waiting for me to decide what I wanted. He likely didn’t want to seem openly rude and run the risk of winding up on the other end of my legendary temper. Taking pity, or rather tired of my own mind games for the day, I waved at him and hit the home button on my watch.

My body de-materialized as I teleported into the demon dorms.

Several people took notice. I walked past the reception area where Diego the Dastardly was on duty. He gave me a wink and a sexy smirk, flirting shamelessly despite me having turned him down twice now. Still, I smiled back and inclined my head toward the gawking new girl next to him.

“Fury,” she said in a low whisper.

“In the spirit,” I chimed as I went by. Diego chuckled, his deep voice following after me. 

Some of the oomph left me as I climbed two flights of stairs, but I kept my shoulders back as people passed me in the hallway. Some idolized me, like the girl downstairs. Usually that worshipping phase wore off after they had a few years to settle in. Right about the time the punishing and their new reality finally got to them. She was as green as they came, but that wouldn’t be the case for long, and when life after death became the new norm, it wasn’t so easy for most.

There was a reason over seventy percent of our new recruits dropped out in the first six months and transferred to a new guild. Everyone was earning their way toward one of two things: retirement, or the chance to be recycled. Most wanted to be recycled. 

In the Afterlife, everything was what you made of it.

On Earth, you get what you get by happenstance, but either way—you get it.

Money. Opportunities. Race. Ethnicity. When you were recycled, your circumstances and start to life were all completely random, and it was utter bullshit.

One thing I learned in dying was that most people preferred the bullshit. They’d rather play the lottery and hope they got an easy ticket in the next life, and maybe an easy ticket into Heaven.

I was never one for believing in chance. Whenever fate had a choice, it fucked me over. So, I opted to take the hard route.

Become a demon. Earn my spot.

My own little piece of heaven.


I sighed at that thought as I opened the door. A full-size bed, half kitchen, and tiny bathroom. Everything I needed was in these four walls. By this point in my career, I could have left the dorms. Moved into my own little place in one of the lower circles of the Afterlife. Settled down with another demon and lived in . . . boring blah.

I refused. Instead, I was biding my time, saving every single second I earned for the big ticket. A place behind the golden gates.

On Earth, I’d been no one, but here—here I would be someone. Here, I already was.

Sort of.

It was an ongoing process. 

I started for the bathroom, ready to strip out of my badass (and uncomfortable) outfit, run a nice hot bath, and drink a few beers.

Maybe whiskey instead.

It could really go either way after dealing with Huck all day.

I was just reaching for the zipper on my corset when my watch started to ring.

Incoming call from . . . Jake.

I threw my head back and groaned. Why? What could Jake from Afterlife Resources possibly want?

I weighed the merits of ignoring his call till tomorrow, but my curiosity got the better of me. I wanted to know what reason my resources officer would have for calling me this late in the evening.

My thumb hit accept before I could think it over more, but instead of a voice picking up on the other line, my body de-materialized once more.

I had only just registered that I was teleporting when I appeared in the hallway outside his office. His personal assistant, Francine, blinked in surprise.

“I’m sorry, but Jake is not available right now—”

“Well, I hate to break it to you, Francine, but I didn’t come here by choice.” I motioned to myself, happy I hadn’t stripped first. I was so not feeling an orgy tonight.

Francine adjusted her glasses and picked up the phone on her desk. “Let me just call and see,” she muttered, dialing his extension. Never mind that she could have just knocked on the door, or yelled, or better yet—Jake could have just given either of us a heads-up. I leaned against her desk and tapped my fingernails impatiently on the shiny veneer surface. “Your name is . . .” She left it open-ended, waiting for me to answer.

I gave her a hard look. You’d think I hadn’t seen her once a month for the last thirty years.


She sighed. “Which Fury? Fury the Great? The Awful? Oh, I know—”

Just Fury,” I said, pinching the area between my brows and closing my eyes. A hundred years ago, I’d been an angry, murdered dead girl when I chose my name and profession.

How was I to know that Fury was essentially the ‘Jessica’ of the Afterlife?

“Oookay,” she drawled passive-aggressively. We both waited for Jake to pick up. When he did, Francine said, “I have a ‘Fury’ here for you. She said you summoned her.”

“Which Fury?” I heard him ask.

If my eyes could shoot fire, I would have melted the phone. I leaned forward over the edge of the desk and said into the receiver, “The Fury. The one you called after—”

The line went dead, and my lips parted.

Why that piece of—

His door opened. Jake stood there, wearing a wrinkled suit and chipper smile that always made me a little stabby.

“Hey Fury, why don’t you come in and take a seat?”

I shook my head, heading into his office. The door closed behind me right as I sat in the metal-framed chair. Outside, the second sun was setting.

“Why did you summon me?” I asked, cutting to the chase. He hummed to himself the whole way to his chair and then took his sweet time sitting down. I waited expectantly.

Finally, Jake said the last thing I ever expected to hear.

“I want to send you back to Earth.”



A brilliant, slow burn read! Absolutely captivating, the world is vibrant, Nat is so likeable; and Pip is definitely a character I can relate to and see myself in. Highly recommend to anyone who likes a book that it’ll pull you in and hold you there until the last page!

Cat - Amazon Review
Touched by Fire | Demon's of New Chicago - Book 1

This story caught me by surprise. I was a bit hesitant, expecting it to be too dark and I didn't really enjoyed the start, but luckily I persisted because it soon developed into a really good story with great characters. This is genuinely slow burn and no insta love. Quite a few surprises and twists. Can't wait for the next book!

Maddye - Amazon Review
Dark Horse | A Demon's Guide to the Afterlife  - Book 1

I lived for this entire series; it was so good. I've read a lot of paranormal romances and I tend to figure out the plot and storyline but this kept me guessing, and I was hooked. Such a cool interesting take on everything. I loved it and believe all books need them! Can't wait for the next installment in this world.

Dee - Goodreads Review
Black Swan | A Demon's Guide to the Afterlife - Book 3

It's difficult to put into words exactly how much I've enjoyed the relationship between Piper and Ronan grow, I've got all the feels. Everything about this series was bang on. For starters, writing style is something that resonates with me more than some of the other books I've read recently. The action, the plot twists, and just so much growth from all the characters. I'm sad it's over, but it was a helluva ride. Great series!

Nikki - Goodreads Review
Forged by Fury | Demon's of New Chicago - Book 4

I love this series, and it gets better with each book. What I love is the world the author has created. It's a great read. Yes, the characters are awesome, but what sucked me in is the combination of action, thrill paced book. Mixed with the right amount of romance and angst. Loved it. Highly recommend.

SamMac - Amazon Review
Blood be Damned | Demon's of New Chicago - Book 3