It is not easy being the most supernatural family in England. Nell talks to the dead; Lord Werth is too often to be found out in the churchyard at the dead of night; and the less said about Lord Bedgberry, the better. Only Miss Gussie Werth has missed out on the family curse. She sups on chocolate, not blood; she's blissfully oblivious to specters (except for Great-Aunt Honoria, of course); and she hasn't the smallest inclination to turn into a beast upon the full moon and go ravening about the countryside.

To most, Daniel is the charming owner of an oddities shop he inherited from his grandfather, but looks are deceiving. Charged with keeping the worlds safe - from magicals and humans alike - Daniel leads a double life, leaving no room for anything - or anyone - else. When a relatively straightforward mission takes a turn, it plunges him into a dangerous new world where no one can be trusted. He must live a lie within a lie while he works from the shadows to keep the worlds safe from a deadly new threat. Everyone has their limits. Will Daniel survive being pushed past his?

At first glance, Daniel Winters is a shopkeeper with a glint in his eye and the charm of James Bond. The truth involves far more aliens. Presented with a cover-up slipping out of control, he faces a new brand of enemy, one who knows too much and is prepared for anything. That can only mean one thing: They have a man on the inside. What Daniel doesn’t realize is how close to home that revelation’s going to hit.

Rhode Island, 1846. Estranged from his family, writer Merritt Fernsby is surprised when he inherits a remote estate in the Narragansett Bay. Though the property has been uninhabited for more than a century, Merritt is ready to call it home—until he realizes he has no choice. With its doors slamming shut and locking behind him, Whimbrel House is not about to let Merritt leave. Ever.

I have family I didn't know about, a magical heritage laying its claim, and a mystery I apparently need to solve. But when a back-alley brawl leaves me marked with a bizarre Celtic crest on my back, I become a beacon for all things whacked and weird.