Chelby Duncan never knew who her parents were, or why they gave her up. Chelby's foster father is a retired general who is running for Senate, so joining the army is the natural direction for her to take when she turns eighteen. At the Military Entrance Processing Station, she is given a blood test and discovers that she's not human. She's Fae, and she has second blood type that they can't identify.

In the past two years, I leveled up as a kick-ass urban druid and became the leader of the Fianna Warriors my ancestor Fionn mac Cumhaill needed me to be. The thing is—four months ago everything changed. The veil between realms came down. With dormant genes waking, the dominant races jockeying for their place in the hierarchy, and the world around us pulsing out of control with power, my position as the Fae Liaison of Toronto has gotten off to a chaotic start.

Aisling thought she'd been hired to be a secret agent-then found that Dragonfly required new recruits, even skilled witches like her, to prove themselves. One clue leads to the next, and she's assigned to work with Lance Stone on a mission. Small crimes herald larger ones, and the larger ones suggest a mysterious organization lurking in the shadows. When an ally turns into an enemy, Dragonfly has to send a new agent into the field. The mission is simple: infiltrate, discover, and escape. But in the secretive world of international crime, nothing is ever really simple.

Deputy US Marshal Cait Keane is a Witch with a Badge—and a Dragon for a partner. The Boston office tour will have to wait—her first day on the job in her new appointment is canceled to pursue a federal fugitive, a magical with a penchant for fire. She'll need her gun and her wand to take him down. What will her team think of having a magical on board? When a federal judge is killed, she discovers she's in the middle of a territorial battle between criminal organizations. The killer is a magical, or working with one, which makes Cait the perfect Marshal to take them down.

With the magical veil between our world and the fae realm down, the life we live has gotten weirder by the day. Imagine cloud shape bawdiness, venomous invaders sneaking through tears in the fabric between worlds, and waking up to realize San Francisco isn't where it was the night before. Yeah, lost a city? Call 1-800-Team-Trouble. Handling the whacked and weird of the world is my wheelhouse.