In TWELVE DAYS OF FAERY, King Markon of Montalier is at the end of his tether. His son, Prince Parrin, is afflicted by a nasty curse that brutally attacks any woman with whom he so much as flirts.Markon, accompanied by a mysterious enchantress, must enter Faery to break the curse. He’s collecting clues, but she seems to be collecting shards of an ancient, broken sword…Rafiq has FIRE IN THE BLOOD. When the crafty Prince Akish attempts to rescue Princess Kayami Koto from a dr...

Old maids! Murder! Masked Beast Lords!Lady Isabella Farrah didn’t expect a proposal from a masked man at the Annual Ambassadorial Ball—nor did she expect a murder.She got both.Happily for society at large, Isabella is of the opinion that noses were made for sticking into other peoples’ business, and she is delighted to do just that in the service of the murdered man—and perhaps in service of a certain Beast Lord, who is not as grateful as Isabella t...

When you get up in the morning, the last thing you expect to see is a murdered bloke hanging outside your window. Things like that tend to draw the attention of the local police, and when you’re squatting in your parents’ old house until you can afford to buy it, another thing you can’t afford is the attention of the cops.Oh yeah. G'day. My name is Pet. It’s not my real name, but it’s the only one you’re getting. Things like names are important these days.And it’s not so mu...

I’m not supposed to push through the boundaries of reality without supervision. I’m definitely not meant to drag a cop Between with me.But stuff happens, you know?G'day. I’m Pet. Well, not Pet, exactly. I am a pet.Nothing too hard; I just cook and clean for the Behindkind who took over my house. Easy. But now one of my owners has gone missing. He’s fae, so it shouldn’t worry me, but if there’s something out there that can kidnap fae, I don’t wanna meet it.

What do you do when your prince is not a prince, your hair won’t stop growing, and someone has cursed you to sleep for 300 years?If you’re Polyhymnia, you get up with the help of a kiss or two, trailing your hair behind you, and find out who did it. You try not to get killed in the process.And you definitely try not to fall in love with the incredibly irritating wizard who woke you and apparently needs to keep kissing you to keep you awake...

When someone tries to threaten me by telling me they know my name, I take that personally.G’day. I’m not really a pet anymore, but you might as well keep calling me Pet. It’s not like I’m gunna tell you my name anyway. And if I sound stroppy, well, I am. First, I was threatened. Now, someone has cut off my house from the human world and left my emotional support vampire on the human side. On the inside, it’s just me and an emotionally compromised fae; outside, a c...

There’s a body beneath the skip bins. Fae on the forklift. A vampire in the manager’s office. And there’s definitely something skeevy going on in the locker rooms.G'day. I’m Pet. Well, not exactly Pet. I am a pet.I was meant to stay out of it, but somebody’s gotta do something when humans are being killed by Behindkind creatures. Luckily for me, my owners are just as dangerous and inhuman as the bad guys...…maybe more.

Life is complicated.I mean, life has always been complicated, but there’s a difference between monsters-are-trying-to-kill-you complications and monsters-are-in-love-with-you complications. I’m still not sure which is more dangerous.G’day. I’m Pet. Two-thirds of a pet, anyway: the vampire isn’t claiming ownership these days, but he’s definitely encroaching. On the list of other encroaching complications is the threat of heirling trials, a certain fae lord, and a my...

G’day. I'm Pet. Not, not Pet—I am a pet.Well, I was a pet: I used to belong to two fae and a stroppy vampire. Now I'm homeless. I mean, I was always technically homeless, but this time it's different.I just got used to having some kind of family, and now we're back to everyone wanting to kill each other—and guess who the weak link is?I'll give you a hint: it's not the vampire, and it's sure as heck not the fae.

Two fae is company, but a company of fae is trouble.Which is exactly what we’ve got. Trouble, I mean. Well, and fae. Lots of fae. Something or someone is stalking and killing high-level fae around Hobart—tearing out hearts and leaving a trail of bloody bodies behind. Fae don’t like it when they’re the ones getting killed, so of course they came to hire my owners.Owners, you ask?G'day. I’m Pet. No, that’s not my name. I am a pet.My owners? They’re fa...

G’day. I’m Pet. Heirling. Biter of fae lords. Trouble.I have a lot of names these days—including my own, real name. Unfortunately for me, someone else knows that name too; not to mention the names of my other heirling friends. Now those heirling friends have disappeared, stolen by the current King Behind for a fight to the death where only one contender to the throne remains.The rules say there’s no way in and only one way out of that fight, but I’ve always preferr...

Don’t get too close to humans.That’s rule number one. Well, it is if you’re an emotionally constipated fae lord. As far as I’m concerned, the vampire could do a better job of keeping his distance, but he’s never been that good at following the rules.G’day. I’m Pet. Schrödinger’s Pet, these days; depends who’s asking.I’m human, but when you hang around with enough Behindkind, it starts getting dangerous for the other humans around you. Humans like my friend ...