Nadine Nightingale

They call me Angel of Death, but my name is Nisha Blake. I am Shepherdstown's living urban legend. My life, a tale of the macabre. People avoid me like the plague. Well, everyone but my friends. They don't see the Angel of Death when they look at me. They see poor, broken Nisha-the bully victim, suffering from vicious night terrors and vivid hallucinations. Things take a turn for the worse when Blaze shows up. He's a too hot, tattooed, bad-ass MMA fighter from London, hell-bent on getting to know me. Since he walked into my miserable life, my hallucinations graduated to a point where I can no longer differentiate between fiction and reality. I am insane. Broken beyond repair. Or so I think until- I uncover a secret from the past-a link between all the deaths, my hallucinations, and my night terrors. It's then I understand I'm not the Angel of Death. I am something else. Someone else.

Book of Souls

People call me all sorts of names—bad girl, black sheep, and my all-time favorite...Satan’s bride. I could blame the fact I’m a witch for my behavior, but the truth is I’m infuriating, arrogant, and stab-worthy. Alex Remington is a hunter and everything I’m not—righteous, honest, caring. We used to have a thing, but that was before he learned I’m a witch and tried to kill me. Eighteen months later, he’s back in my life and we have a deal; I’ll help him save his brother and he’ll disappear from my life for good. But karma can be a real bitch…

Karma

My life used to be simple. I woke up, hit the road, and offed some witches. Yeah, I’m a witch hunter. Killing witches is my fate—embedded in my DNA—and I thrive on it. Or I did...until one of them ended up in my bed…And heart. Amanda Bishop—infuriating, arrogant, stab-worthy—proclaimed she’d fight Lucifer himself over my soul. My treacherous heart believed her. Then, she ran. Again. Amanda’s best friend, Bonnie, thinks she’s in trouble, the killing kind. Bonnie works her charm on my brother, and he offers our services to find Amanda, the witch that broke my heart. The Bishop residency is ransacked—Amanda, her sister, and nephew missing. My new mission? Find Amanda. Preferably, alive. But I get more than I bargained for when secrets are revealed. They will either make or break the hunter-witch love story. In the end, it solely depends on fate.

Fate

NishaThey called me Angel of Death, but I am something else. Someone else. That is, if you believe the Egyptian desert god, Seth, who haunted my dreams since I can think. Sounds crazy, huh? I, too, thought I was insane. Broken beyond repair.But-When Seth's followers-the Black Flags-invaded our annual Halloween ball and slaughtered half the town, my nightmares became reality. Those crazy bastards think I'm the reincarnation of Nebt-Het, the Egyptian goddess of protection, that I can help Seth get his immortality back. It's why they pushed my cousin, Izzy, through a portal to the Underworld, knowing I had no choice but to follow her. Now, I'm trapped in this godforsaken place, forced to conquer all twelve caverns, with Seth by my side. BlazeI was born into a Traveler clan. Grew up with tales of warriors and magic. I thought it was all bullshit. Fairytales. Until-Nisha Blake, the girl of my dreams, caused an earth quake. And an Egyptian God sent his crazy disciples to kill half the town. I failed to protect Nisha. Couldn't stop her from going after her cousin, from walking right into hell. Now, she's in Seth's world, bound to do what he wishes. Our only chance, to get the girls back, is to find The Book of the Dead-some long lost magic tome, no one has seen or heard of in ages. Wish us luck. We'll need it.

Book of the Dead

Alex is a righteous witch hunter. I’m a stab-worthy witch. We loved each other once. Now, we can’t stand to be near each other. It’s my fault. We are natural born enemies, after all. I had to help him save his brother from a psychotic voodoo priest, though. What can I say? I like Little Remington as much as I pretend to dislike Alex. Besides, he promised to never bother me again after that. He kept his end of the bargain. I left my dubious life behind and started over. All is well. Until— The truth about a deal with hell is revealed. I have to choose between the ultimate sacrifice or losing jerk-face forever. One will live, one will die. Who, solely depends on my selfishness.

Nadine Nightingale

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