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Diego de la Torre is officially an outlaw now, a full-fledged member of The Seventh Sons Motorcycle Club. The werewolf MC runs the wild lands of Sycamore with ease. At least until a dead body shows up and points to them as the culprits.Detective Maxim Dwyer presses the Seventh Sons hard, but there are other guns in play. California bikers look to expand their drug trade. A mercenary outfit seeks revenge. Top that with an overbearing FBI agent who undermines local police, and both detective and outlaw have their hands full.Brothers or not, Sycamore's about to get a whole lot bloodier.
After missing for three days, a young girl is found wandering the Arizona forest. She's despondent, with no memory of her ordeal beyond eerie delusions. When a second girl disappears, a pattern emerges that sets two police departments racing against the clock to save her.Only two men dare take on the mysterious Sycamore wilderness: Maxim Dwyer is a small-town detective with attachment issues who faces off against a rival from the county police. Diego de la Torre, a biker troublemaker with an anti-authority complex, walks a fine line between responsible citizen and vigilante outlaw.¿Together, the unlikely pair isn't always on the same side of the law, but they are the girl's best hope. Unfortunately, things in Sycamore are rarely what they seem. Maxim and Diego have more problems than they know, and if those don't catch up with them, whatever lurks in the forest will.
Sex, drugs, and hunting ghosts.For Dante Butcher, ghost hunting isn't a business, it's a pastime. He frequents the Los Angeles nightlife circuit, where meeting strangers, knocking back drinks, and even taking the occasional punch are all in a night's work.Staying up late is easy when you dream of the Dead Side, a muted world inhabited by nightmarish shades. Only the dead don't always stay that way. Sometimes they come back, and that's where Dante comes in.But cool confidence doesn't prepare him for what begins in a piss-soaked bathroom. The Dead Side opens up a whole new world to him, and for the first time, it's the ghosts that are hunting Dante.Shade City by Domino Finn follows an irreverent urban fantasy misfit who gives readers an outsider's inside-perspective of a shadowy Los Angeles.¿¿¿¿¿ "Keeps getting more intense the further you read."¿¿¿¿¿ "It's rare to find something actually worth adding to the mythos of supernatural fiction."¿¿¿¿¿ "Edgy, aloof, and cool, no one hones the same edge that Domino's characters have."
Two years after his wife went missing, Detective Maxim Dwyer is still running down leads. The isolated woods of Sycamore are home to many lawless men, and no one's talking, but that hasn't stopped Maxim from gathering suspects. Topping his list is the local motorcycle club, the Seventh Sons. His biggest obstacle? Everyone swears the bikers are werewolves. The small-town residents are wary of provoking the MC, and the marshal's office is no exception.Everything changes when a routine biker brawl turns fatal. Going against procedure, Maxim presses an enigmatic stranger for answers. But Diego de la Torre is running his own con. The outlaw deals in lies and legends, and no adversary can back him down. Not even the police.It's too bad that nobody's above the law for Maxim. He's willing to risk his badge, and his life, to prove it.
For some investigations, you get nowhere relying on police.When the supernatural rears its head in Miami, the sleuthing''s usually up to me, Cisco Suarez, resident necromancer and all-around hard case. All I ask is to kick back in paradise once in a while, spend some quality time with my girl, and maybe even find that special moment to pop the question.But life doesn''t always play fair, and neither do monsters. Turns out, old grudges die hard. So come after me. Maybe I deserve it. But going after my family crosses the line.It''s time to stop playing the sitting duck. It''s time to start a hunt of my own. Dressed to the nines and undercover at a silvan wedding, I''ll delve into the literal underworld to make the monsters wish they''d never messed with Cisco Suarez.And hey, if I''m really lucky, maybe she''ll say yes.
Black knights. Dastardly pirates. Bloodthirsty rebels.And those are the good guys.War is coming to the Midlands. Like a kettle ready to bubble over, cities teeter at the brink of boiling, all while a spymaster fans the flames.Witness the rise of the Violet Order.It was always coming to this. Freedom isn't given, it's wrenched from the choking grips of those who would stifle, contain, and control. Legends are rife with noble heroes standing over vanquished enemies, but reality is more grisly. Peace is hard-won with blood and sacrifice, and sometimes the good guys pay the ultimate price.Thus Talon, Izzy, Kyle, and the Black Hats are tasked with raising an army, storming a fortress, and fighting a war on multiple fronts, all on an impossible deadline. In three days, Haven's beta test ends, and in three days, so too might their entire world.
Recruit heroes. Build an empire. Defend it with your life.Talon and the Black Hats are notorious troublemakers in the online world of Haven. With a history of brash rebellion and legendary deeds, what are champions to do next?Founding a headquarters is a good start, but the Black Hats aren't the only empire builders in the land. As crusaders mobilize an army, assassins struggle for independence, and dissidents make waves in Stronghold, Haven's tentative peace is threatened.The gears of war are churning and Talon refuses to be crushed in the teeth. Enlisting the help of an old friend, Talon hatches an ingenious scheme to wrangle the embattled citizens of Haven to his cause.Except there's another plot shaping the virtual world, one meticulously devised by a ghost in the machine. The true fight, it turns out, started a long time ago, and the real battle may be one against legends.
Rated E for EpicTad Lonnerman is having a crappy day stuck in crappy traffic late to a crappy meeting. On the bright side, his game development career is the only non-crappy thing he has going for him, so life isn't all bad.At least until he dies.Now Tad finds himself uploaded to a beta test of Haven, an unannounced hyper-immersive MMO where the dead have a second chance at life. It's not virtual reality, it's digital reality. A true afterlife online.Except Haven isn't exactly blissful paradise. Tad bumbles into a pagan blood feud, crosses paths with fallen angels, and gets lied to by saints. His only allies? A frat boy with a penchant for dying and a pixie who won't give him the time of day.Second chances be damned. All Tad wants is to return to his old life, and he'll do anything for the opportunity. Even make a deal with the devil.
Life's a GrindLiving in a virtual game world sounds like the ultimate dream. Plenty of action, intrigue, and guess who gets to be the big hero?But what happens when that digital reality gets flipped on its head? Bad guys are after your sweet loot, your fancy title is loaded with unrealistic expectations, and achieving such a high level comes with a big fat target on your back.It isn't long before Talon and company learn that, in an MMO, the daily grind is a literal fact of life.Something has to give, so when a new crusader faction rolls into town, Talon senses an opportunity. Not just to get out of Dodge, but to navigate unforgiving terrain to the edge of the world where he can make a difference. Have a real impact. Be a real hero.The catch? An awakened dragon, a city of cutthroats, and a mystical executioner with a sharpened axe to grind. Welcome to the first of a few very long days.
I'm Cisco Suarez and this is the end of the line.I've been beaten, shackled, killed once or twice, but hey, who's counting? I put my foot down at being lit up like a candle at my daughter's tenth birthday party. Some things you take personal.Revenge won't be easy. The Miami voodoo underground turned on me. An uppity wizard cartel is creeping into my business. If that's not enough, I keep seeing the same damn black cat everywhere I go. Talk about crummy luck.None of it matters. I've got laser focus on my archenemy, a jinn with a knack for fire. News flash: I'm done being burned. Connor Hatch is going down for good, even if I have to drag him to hell myself.
Cisco Suarez versus an entire Caribbean drug cartel. Round one. Fight.Okay, not exactly the most even championship match, but it's the one I drew. If you told me months ago I'd be robbing drug dealers, I would've committed you myself. Who needs that kind of trouble, right?The good news is I'm only after one man: Connor Hatch. The bad news is he's the new Pablo Escobar, a primal being, and all but untouchable.It gets worse. He's rounding up the Russian mob for something big, and I'm not the only spellslinger in the picture. They say follow the money or follow the drugs. Maybe I should keep an eye on who's following me.Some problems call for a delicate hand. I don't have those kinds of problems.
Black Magic gets a bad rap. Trust me. When people see me, they don't see Cisco Suarez, they see a rogue. A shadow charmer. A black magic outlaw.Maybe they're right. Maybe everything I touch withers and dies. But that doesn't give the SWAT team a right to come in guns blazing.I tell you. A little collateral damage to city hall and all of a sudden you're Public Enemy Number One.But I'm doing some policing myself. Got my own Cisco's Most Wanted. Pop quiz: Who's more dangerous? A conspiratorial mage, a volcanic elemental, or a dirty Miami politician?The answer might surprise you because I never saw it coming.
I'm Cisco Suarez, and a week ago I was dead.Cursed into serving a clandestine shadow group, I have a lot of blood on my hands. Good thing I also have a juvenile problem with authority. I'm not taking orders anymore, and the first thing on my bucket list is bringing them down.If I'm good at anything, it's looking in dark places. But I've got shadows of my own. Horrific deeds coming back to haunt me, and not the metaphorical kind of haunting, either. I'm talking ghosts, mages, and that thing with the glowing red eyes.Just goes to show you, it really is true what they say. What goes around comes around. I only hope to give more than I get.Is resurrection overrated or what?
I'm Cisco Suarez: necromancer, shadow charmer, black magic outlaw. Sounds kinda cool, doesn't it? It was, right until I woke up half dead in a dumpster.Did I say half dead? Because I meant 100% dead. Full on. I don't do things halfway.So here I am, alive for some reason, just another sunny day in Miami. It's a perfect paradise, except I'm into something bad. Wanted by police, drenched in the stink of dark magic, nether creatures coming out of the woodwork, and don't get me started on the Haitian voodoo gang. Trust me, it's all fun and games until there's a zombie pit bull on your tail.I'm Cisco Suarez: necromancer, shadow charmer, black magic outlaw, and totally screwed.
When you live in a city notorious for going too far, trouble’s what you make of it. Believe me, I’ve seen my share. Now I’m taking my ill-gotten gains and laying down roots. Imagine that. Cisco Suarez living the Miami high life.In a perfect world, all I’d worry about were mounting HOA violations and a girlfriend playing hard to get. Not my world.One innocent investigation turns into a meet and greet with human-trafficking vampires and, surprise, surprise, the cops frown on my brand of outlaw justice. The FBI’s next, asking questions about a set of murders I didn’t commit. Oh, and said serial killer might just want a word with yours truly.Yup, trouble’s what you make of it alright, and I just can’t help myself.
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