Böcker av Charlie Nottingham

A witch librarian, a werewolf bar tender, a dead girl, and a detective who's determined to make someone pay.Brooke and Declan have been inseparable since their one-night-stand unlocked an ancient myth confirming that they're soulmates. A librarian and a bar tender. They shouldn't work, but they can't imagine life without each other now.But they just might have to. Because a dead woman was found outside Declan's bar, and all the evidence points to him.As more bodies surface, and more evidence stacks against Declan, he and Brooke have to decide.Find who's framing him themselves, or run before the nosy cop exposes their supernatural origins to the human world.

Our baby's still out there somewhere. And we're hellbent on finding him.I never saw Micah's face or heard him cry when I birthed him in that cell. I lost so much blood, and when I woke up, I believed Peterson when he told me Micah was dead. Why did I believe him?No matter how guilty I feel, or how much it hurts, it doesn't matter anymore. What matters now is finding my son.-Laila____________________When Laila told me Micah died, I had no reason not to believe her.Everything after that though? It was all my fault. I failed more times than I can count. I wanted to do better, to be better, but when you're trying to disguise your heartache, it isn't easy to be the man you want to be.Now, though, I know my son's alive.I have a reason to get myself together, and I'm going to. Laila and I are going to find our son, and, hopefully along the way, I can prove to her that my family matters more to me than anything.It's true that I've lied and made mistakes, but that was always the truth.My wife and my son are everything to me.I'm going to right my wrongs or die trying.-Jeremy

Micah's home. He's finally home.Well, almost.After three years of chasing lead after lead, Jeremy and I finally tracked one down that brought our baby back to us. Peterson's imprisoned in our basement. Chris is back, and life is good. Or it will be, rather. Once they get to get him home legally.Which should be easy enough.Except, the governing entities assigned to Micah's case aren't stupid. They found the kid, but not the kidnapper. They might not be able to prove it, but they know we have Peterson.And they won't give Micah back until their questions for Peterson are answered.

We've done it.We released all the captive supernaturals that Peterson was holding hostage. All except for the two that matter most to us.Micah and Chris.We jumped because we finally had a lead, and we did the right thing. But we lost our baby and brother again. We nearly lost our daughter in the process.Now is the time to take a deep breath before we lose her too.It isn't time to give up. We won't stop searching until we find our son. But we can't find him if we're dead, and we need to catch our breaths.For now, we need to build him a life worth coming home to. We need to wait for Milly to be born, finish our home, and figure out why all of these awful things have happened to us, starting with our past lives.Spending some time on the Fae Realm might just be the best way to connect with our former selves.

Calling the last week a hell storm is an understatement.Life's been good to me. I manage a diner in my small town by day and fight rogue demons and vampires with my high school sweetheart by night.Then mine and Jeremy's relationship imploded, and a family friend was murdered. Not because he was in the wrong place at the wrong time, but because he knew the truth about me.The killer has spent my entire life hiding my origins. They don't want me to discover who I am, and what destiny has in store for me.But I'll stop at nothing to avenge my friend's death and find the truth. Even if I have to work with the man who broke my heart.

A family of Fae, Angels, Guardians, and Werewolveshave spent the last five months searching for a shredof evidence to lead them to their long-lost brother.But once they have a starting pointTheir end game crumbles.This was supposed to be mine and Jeremy's happily ever after.Our son arrives in a few months.We're just getting settled into owning the diner.The remodel on our apartment is almost finished.But those maniacs who kidnapped Chris know we're getting close to finding them......or perhaps, they're getting close to finding me.Now I'm standing on a deserted roadbefore a man who's got a blade to my sister in-law's throatand another to the little boy Jeremy and I have been fostering.They tell me I have to come with them,or none of us will make it out of this alive.I can't live with myself if I sacrifice their lives for mine.I have to get in the van.

I may be home, but I'm not really here.When I was locked in a cell, I somehow felt stronger than I do now. Everywhere I look, it reminds me of how grateful I should be to be home.But hundreds are still in captivity because I failed to save them.I know I need to stay vertical so I can find them all, and I'm gonna try. But I'm sure I'll fall before I learn to run past this.-Laila_________________________She's here, but she isn't here.For the last three months, I've dreamed of holding my fiancé in my arms again. Now she's here. I'm holding her, and somehow, it feels like I'm alone.But I'll do what I've always done. I'll push that thought to the back of my mind, hold her tighter, and remind myself that one day, she'll really be here again.One day, I'll have the love of my lives back.One day, we'll save the remaining survivors.One day, we'll get the happy ever after we deserve.One day.-Jeremy

All anyone keeps hearing about is the apocalypse. The war to end all wars. The beginning of a new world.Once upon a time, Jeremy and I would've known how to handle this sort of thing. After all, we were gods.Except, we were cursed by another divine being to forget our first lives. The one where we cultivated earth.Now, memories are floating back to us. Memories of the first life we lived. Memories of our origin on another world, before we came to earth and the humans adorned us as deities.To understand how to lead the world through this alleged war to come, we first need to understand where we've come from. Why the god who cursed us for centuries hated us so deeply.And how to keep our people safe from the end of life as we know it.

The shift has begun.The world's ending. But me, Jeremy, our brothers, and our sisters only have to live through it for twelve days.Then we'll go back in time to the year 2000 to, hopefully, prevent it from happening. At the very least, to prepare for it.But before we do, we have to see what it's going to be like. We have to fight. We have to save as many lives as we can and come to terms with the fact that we can't save them all.

All we want is our family together again. And we're finally going to get it.I built an army when I escaped captivity two and a half years ago. It nearly tripled in size when I released the other captives last Christmas.And now, I've got an idea of how they can return the favor.Micah's been missing since the day of his birth. But when he appears, only to disappear as quickly as he was taken, Jeremy and I start developing a plan. Not like the ones we've had in the past. A concrete one, stacked upon back-up plan, upon back-up plan.With the help of all the other races in the supernatural world, including Satan himself, the two of us are going to bring our baby home.No matter what it takes.