Follow Allie Nighthawk to exciting New Orleans where she raises the dead, puts down rotters, and dabbles in the mystical world of hoodoo. She’s on the trail of an evil necromancer who will stop at nothing to rule the world with his army of deadheads. Is her magick strong enough to save the day? Or will this necromancer from her past kill her before she gets the chance? She figures she’s got a fifty-fifty shot. Make that forty-sixty.

Welcome to the world of Allie Nighthawk, corpse whisperer and bad ass zombie hunter. “If you raise deadheads, you’d better be able to put ‘em down. Nobody said it was pretty. But in this day, when vampires aren’t just for breakfast anymore, and the dead are disposable pawns for necromancers, someone has to ante up. Looks like I won the lotto. Imagine my delight. You should thank me, really, because the world is batshit crazy.” When the zombie population spikes and no one knows why, it’s up to Allie to solve the mystery. But there’s a hitch. She’s stuck babysitting Leo Abruzzi, a zombie-bitten gangster who’s turning state’s evidence. But the mob and a powerful necromancer will stop at nothing to take Leo and Allie down. Allie Nighthawk is Anita Blake on steroids, with a fondness for leather and Jack on the rocks. She has a healthy dose of Stephanie Plum and Rachel Morgan in her, too, though she’d never admit it. The battle between good and evil just got wicked fun.

“Just after sunrise, I jumped on my Harley and hurtled toward Templeman’s Funeral Home, packing Hawk, my custom 9mm, a backup Glock, and a seven-inch Ka-Bar knife—the standard-issue zombie-hunter’s tool kit. Not that I’m standard-issue, by any stretch. I was born with the ability to raise the dead. It’s a genetic thing. Don’t ask me how it works. I didn’t write the playbook. I’m just living the dream.” Allie Nighthawk faces a ghost from her past as she explores the fascinating and historic world of Cincinnati’s underground. When the Z-virus threatens world-wide contamination, it’s up to Allie to save the day. Is her magick strong enough to turn the tide? Or will doubt and inner demons stand in her way? And will those she loves survive?

In this prequel to The Corpse Whisperer, financially challenged zombie hunter Allie Nighthawk returns to her hometown of Cincinnati and finds herself knee-deep in murder, mayhem, and zombies. Can she solve not one but two murders, and get away unscathed — when the good guys might not be so good, and a presence from her past returns for revenge?

Out of the madness of the Godflight rose the Scarlet Emperor, binding the bloodlines of the witches to himself and bringing the sinister peace of totalitarian rule. When the oath binders dared to rise and make a choice and freedom a reality again, they were crushed, along with the last hopes of a new golden age. But now, an oath binder has been found after centuries, with the power to bend fate with his words alone. Such a power could be used to bring the world to heel forever under the Scarlet Emperor or free it. But will one boy's power be enough to save the world from its fate or merely bind it to its destruction?

The victims will be many as long as war is part of human nature . . . A chance meeting with someone from her past causes Selissa to once again find herself in the middle of someone else’s fight. This time her unusual task involves neither angels nor demons, but leads her into the heart of Ver’dohna where a war is raging between the military and the Rebellion. And while she is far from home, Selissa is offered new allies. The only thing she has to do is to rescue a man from the executioner’s axe . . . . . . Right in the middle of the most heavily guarded stronghold in Ver’dohna.

When billionaire realty guru, Gideon Hale, is kidnapped during broad daylight, he doesn’t expect to survive. When he does, he discovers that he’s landed in the middle of a huge murder case involving five dead socialites. Will the FBI and the local police find a way to keep him and his sister safe? The two agents who saved him, Brook McIntosh and Neil Garsky, are assigned to be their personal security until the killer is caught. What two former orphans plus an affluent brother and sister team have in common becomes clear as they fight to bring down a murderous psychopath and his motley gang of minions.

One girl murdered...another one missing...and a medical examiner desperate to uncover the truth in When I'm Dead, the latest Black Harbor mystery by acclaimed author Hannah Morrissey. On a bone-chilling October night, Medical Examiner Rowan Winthorp investigates the death of her daughter’s best friend. Hours later, the tragedy hits even closer to home when she makes a devastating discovery—her daughter, Chloe, is gone. But, not without a trace. A morbid mosaic of clues forces Rowan and her husband to question how deeply they really knew their daughter. As they work closely to peel back the layers of this case, they begin to unearth disturbing details about Chloe and her secret transgressions...details that threaten to tear them apart. Amidst the noise of navigating her newfound grief and reconciling the sins of her past, an undeniable fact rings true for Rowan: karma has finally come to collect.

Henry Edwards had always dreamed of the quiet life. A small, white farmhouse nestled amidst rolling green hills, a gentle porch swing creaking in the summer breeze, and the distant lowing of cows. It was a world away from the gritty city, he'd thought, a place where he could finally escape the clutches of his demanding, gold-digging wife, Mary, and the relentless pressure to provide. As Henry drove down the winding country road, his knuckles white on the steering wheel, he couldn't shake the feeling that something was... off. The GPS had lost signal miles ago, and the fog seemed to thicken with each passing minute. The trees loomed on either side of the road, their gnarled branches reaching out like skeletal fingers. When the farmhouse finally came into view, Henry's heart sank. It wasn't the idyllic retreat he'd imagined. Paint peeled from the weathered clapboards, and shutters hung askew. The porch sagged ominously, the swing he'd dreamed of reduced to a single rusted chain swaying in the breeze. As he stepped out of the car, the silence hit him like a physical force. No birds sang, no insects buzzed. Even the wind seemed to hold its breath. Henry shivered, suddenly aware of how alone he was. Inside, the house groaned and settled around him. Dust motes danced in the weak sunlight filtering through grimy windows. Henry's footsteps echoed hollowly on the worn floorboards. Each room seemed to whisper of decay and neglect. That first night, as Henry lay in bed, the darkness pressed in on him. The silence that had seemed oppressive during the day now amplified every creak and groan of the old house. He tossed and turned, his mind racing. Had he made a terrible mistake? As the days turned into weeks, Henry found himself trapped in a new kind of hell – one of isolation, despair, and the creeping realization that his problems had followed him. His drinking, a crutch he'd leaned on for years, had grown into a monstrous, insatiable beast. The bottle became his constant companion, dulling the edges of his growing unease. But with each drink, the shadows in the corners of the rooms seemed to deepen, to move with a life of their own. Henry would catch glimpses of movement from the corner of his eye, only to find nothing when he turned to look. One night, stumbling to the bathroom in an alcohol-induced haze, Henry caught sight of his reflection in the cracked mirror. For a moment, he didn't recognize the haggard, wild-eyed man staring back at him. As he leaned in closer, the reflection seemed to shift, to distort. Was it a trick of the light, or did he see Mary's face superimposed over his own, her eyes burning with hatred?