Angel Fire Series (Paperback)

Angel Fire (Book 1)

Odessa’s a nerdy angel who just wants to keep to herself. Her unpopular father works in the government of their realm. She doesn’t get along with her sister, and no one talks about what happened to her mother. So Odessa has no one to turn to for help with the staggering fear she lives under each day, a terror born from childhood trauma. Until she spots the announcement of a gala for a warrior in need of a mate.

Bryant would rather chew his wings off than get mated, but orders are orders. He’s been erratic in the field, taking unnecessary risks, and is cranky with his team. His boss hopes a mate will stabilize him. But Bryant understands what the rest of the realm won’t admit. His face full of scars makes him nightmare material, not mate material, for a realm full of vain angels.

When an ethereally gorgeous female accepts his request, Bryant is leery. Then he learns who Odessa really is—the daughter of the man responsible for his injuries. But when Odessa’s attacked, Bryant has to get over his resentment. Because he’s the only thing between her and death, and together they might be able to save their realm.

Wicked Fire (Book 2)

His thoughts are less than angelic around her....

Jagger Hancock is a fearsome warrior for the angelic realm, slaying demons left and right on Earth and protecting the human race. But when a powerful senator is murdered, he’s reduced to acting as a bodyguard for the grieving daughter. Too bad she’s the same female who ruined his one and only chance at happiness.


Felicia Montclaire looks as angelic as the rest of her kind, but she hides her scars well. Yet the male who gave them to her is not just after her again, but seeking conquest over the entire realm too. While her life goes up in flames once more, the last thing she needs is a cranky bodyguard…even if he’s the only one who can keep her alive.


Jagger and Felicia might not survive each other, much less the constant attacks from their enemies. But when danger drives them back to the angelic realm, they’ll discover their past is waiting for them—and it’s far more dangerous than anything on Earth.

Demon Fire (Book 3)

She betrayed her kind and was exiled from her realm. When Sierra is dumped in a snowy forest before an impending blizzard, that should be the end of the newly fallen angel.

Boone wanted isolation. He wanted peace. He wanted to be left the hell alone. But a last-minute trip before he’s stormed in for days turns up more than spare wood and a rabbit in his snare. He finds an unconscious and bloody woman.

Sierra’s realm might have erased her existence, but that doesn’t mean she’s been forgotten by those who want to use her for their own means. Demons have found her, and sticking around puts Boone at risk, the one man who makes her think she might deserve more than shame.

Boone’s not going to let his fallen angel go. But going on the run with Sierra means discovering a terrifying new world, one with monsters who aren’t much different than the ones who killed his family. He barely survived then. Will this time end up killing them both?

Warrior Fire (Book 4)

Sandeen’s a demon that did the impossible. He busted out of the underworld in his own form and roams the earth. His black wings and curved obsidian horns make it hard to blend in, but he hasn’t survived this long without being crafty. Just so happens, he knows about an empty cabin in the middle of Montana. Solitude. Peace. No need to worry about getting shanked as he sleeps. Until a persistent angel warrior hunts him down.

Harlowe’s world has turned upside down. Her best friend lost her wings because of a mind-blowing secret. Then a hauntingly handsome demon got away from her. All she can do is throw herself into her job and that involves hunting down the demon. Sandeen can’t hide. Forget his downy soft wings and the horns her palms itch to caress, his looks and inability to stay out of trouble will put him back on her radar.

Finding Sandeen was supposed to be the mission. Getting captured by him is an unplanned complication. Softening toward him could cost her everything. Sandeen risks his hard-earned freedom by keeping Harlowe alive, and it’s not long before they learn they have more problems than the growing attraction between them. Harlowe’s not the only one hunting Sandeen.

Corrupt Fire (Book 5)

One minute the angel Tosca is a respected enforcer having a drink with someone she considers an ally. The next minute she wakes up beside a dead body, red-handed and blackballed.

Now enforcers she used to call friends are calling her a murderer. When they dredge up the past she’s so carefully buried, she’ll only look guiltier. Her only hope for clearing her name is escaping to Earth—and seeking refuge in the one place she vowed never to set foot in again.

One minute the angel Bronx is a frustrated warrior railing at the corruption that keeps him from doing his job. The next minute he’s got free rein to hunt the bane of his existence.

The cute but infuriating enforcer has been questioning his every move and tattling to her crooked senator friends. But now that Tosca is on the run, there’s nowhere on Earth he won’t follow—even if it takes him smack into a nest of forgotten angels and unchecked demons who will do anything to stay that way.

Except once he finds Tosca, he doesn’t know what to do with her. His gut tells him she’s innocent, but he’ll have to gain her trust to learn who framed her and why. Yet Tosca has no intention of letting any male dictate her fate again, even one who stars nightly in her dreams. Together they could root out the corruption bedeviling their realm—but divided they will fall prey to a determined enemy adept at killing enforcers and warriors alike.

Eternal Fire (Book 6)

Persephone’s zest for life and love of bad jokes were quelled by parents who made her feel worthless. So she proved them right and became the angelic version of a rich mean girl. Until she trusted the wrong person and suffered wounds that’ll scar her for the rest of her eternal life.

Urban used to be an angelic warrior who was equal parts work and play. One day he’d had enough of a certain spoiled angel and said something he couldn’t take back. And then he found himself standing over the beautiful female, who had injuries no immortal should suffer.

During recovery, the warrior who’d verbally gutted Persephone stayed by her bedside. He even coaxed her to tell jokes again. He built her up instead of tearing her down. He helped her wonder what if.

What if her parents and the rest of the realm were wrong? What if a privileged angel with no talent could make something of herself? What if she deserved love? Urban’s with her the whole way—until danger threatens the realm and he’s the one blocking her path.

Angel Fire Chapter 1, Sneak Peek

Humiliating.

Bryant Vale scanned the crowd of angels milling through the ornate, marbled ballroom. Groups of the not-quite-divine angelic creatures murmured and laughed with their heads thrown back. Some sipped white wine made from the sweet grapes of this realm that had been dispensed into delicate crystal goblets. All wore white, elegant robes, their wings of varying shades of gray, held high as they mingled and flirted with one another. All were having a fabulous time—at his expense.

Beside Bryant, Director Richter frowned at the haughty party-goers, “I can’t believe it.”

“What did you expect, Director?” Bryant kept his gravelly voice low. “Numen angels aren’t like divine angels in attitude, just beauty. They take one look at my ugly mug and decide to wait an eternity for their sync mate rather than settle with me.”

“It’d help if you didn’t look like you were going to murder whomever you looked at.”

Bryant lifted his wings in a shrug. The scar tissue on his face made it hard to smile. So did the director’s earlier words. You did this to yourself. A mate will mellow you, and more importantly, be there to aid in your healing when needed.

He didn’t expect the director to understand. Like Bryant, Director Richter had been gravely injured in a demon battle on Earth when his sync brand appeared, and he’d made it to his destined mate in hopes to properly bond and heal. Their paths differed drastically from there.
Director Richter had settled here in Numen, the realm between Heaven and Earth, with his new love. Bryant had watched his destined mate die horribly before they were bonded. Rather, instead of being bonded.

Standing on display like a human’s prized stallion at auction was salt on his wound, almost literally because he hadn’t healed properly without a mate’s energy.
Unlike a nice-looking horse, Bryant received no bids.

No female accepted his offer to mate. None met his gaze. He mentally rolled his eyes when a couple of them approached from his right side, only to catch a full view of his old wounds when he faced them. They veered off to the punch bowl.

The females didn’t leave, though. Interest in whether or not he’d land a mate was too great now. Who would take the damaged male home?

Bryant’s wings twitched in irritation. He was a warrior. A protector of humankind against the demons that sought to control them. His life was work and more work, thankfully not in his own realm of Numen among these wankers, but down on Earth, among those souls he fought for. His steady absence isolated him from the reactions of his own people to the way he looked. The injuries he’d endured were garish at best. Even with his gunmetal gray wings splayed wide and his best white dressing gown—or robes as most Numen called them—draped over his muscular frame, no one saw beyond his mangled face.

Check it out, ladies. This is the best I’m going to get.

He gazed at the ballroom floor where angels mingled, enjoying the free entertainment. Mating galas attracted more than just the lonely. Old angels looked for a life partner and young angels sought an exciting mate instead of risking who destiny paired them with. Galas were a damn good reason to party. Bryant studied the conversations, the flagrant flirtation, the way females and males alike sashayed toward his fellow warriors. Many would find a mate for the night. Maybe two.
Bryant snorted. At least some bloke would be getting lucky.

“All right. Time to wrap this ceremony up.” Director Richter set down his punch and nodded to a member of Bryant’s warrior team. Urban banged the ceremonial gong. The sound reverberated through the room. Conversations hushed and attention focused on the dais—and Bryant.

Bryant clasped his hands behind his back, his shoulders tight. What would the director do now? Hopefully, stop this foolish pursuit and put him back in the field. The director accused him of being careless. Bryant considered himself fearless. Perhaps he was meant to die in battle. It was far better than enduring another night like this. Bryant’s destined mate had the right idea. He’d throw himself in front of a bus, too, if the director scheduled another such event.

Director Richter flared his downy wings to signal he was ready to speak. The room sank into stillness, the guests probably wondering what now?

“Honored guests,” the director intoned, “it is time to close this ceremony with one final opportunity to claim acceptance of Bryant Vale, honored warrior team leader.”

The silence was astounding. Many females suddenly had to inspect the corners for cobwebs. The rest searched the room for the poor soul who would offer herself up to Bryant.

A few more tense moments almost had Bryant squirming in his dressing gown, but he refused to give the audience the satisfaction. He’d been sliced by demon blades, burned by angel fire, yet this night ranked as one of the worst in his life. Wrap it up, already.

Director Richter opened his mouth to speak when the ten-foot high doors at the end of the ballroom swung open.

Every head turned to watch a tall, graceful female glide in. Bodies automatically parted, clearing a path. Her long legs carried her confidently through the crowd without slowing. Bryant absorbed the vision marching in his direction.

Long locks of glossy hair cascaded from the elegant style atop her head. Mahogany curls caressed a strong face with stunning teal eyes framed by dark lashes. Her lips formed a perfect red bow.

She carried her wings high and proud with a subtle flare, hinting at the rank of her family. They were the lightest gray, the feathers reflecting the light and complementing her dark hair and vibrant eyes. His gaze drifted down until the silky, tanned flesh of her legs snagged his attention. Her confident stride swirled her white dressing gowns, allowing the slit in each side to tease any male with a heartbeat.

His perusal eventually made it back up to her face. A jolt of awareness hit him in the gut. She had been placidly assessing him the entire time. She spent more time on his face than all the other females in the ballroom combined. Why? He cursed the first emotion that surfaced. Hope. That this ethereal creature might find him attractive. He was too old for fairy tales.

He met her dauntless stare boldly, giving her the full force of his scrutiny.

Tearing her unsettling gaze away only to seek out Director Richter, her rich voice sent electrical shocks through Bryant’s body.

“Director, I accept this male.”