Bøker av Roan Rosser

The neon lights of Las Vegas mask the horrors hiding in the shadows. Horrors like my ancient vampiric maker, the Goddess Tawaret. Tawaret promises me power in exchange for helping her. She wants to be worshiped again, and has me gathering vampire followers. My boyfriend, Jack, tries to warn me about her, but I don't listen. Too late, I realize my mistake in accepting. Now there is no escape. After the slaughter she left behind in Portland, no one wants to risk her wrath. With Jack suddenly abandoning me, no one will come to my rescue. I'd rather die than be bound to her for eternity. It just might come to that.

When you have chaos magic, the only thing you can do is expect the unexpected. Zombies. Shoestorms. Illicit unicorn rides. A talking red panda. Before today Max never believed in magic, despite bad luck so terrible he used to jokingly call it a curse. Now he's a reluctant believer. His first day as a mage he draws the attention of the magic police, not to mention the mysterious hooded figures chasing him all over downtown Portland trying to kill him with magic. With the help of his new speed-demon red panda familiar, his fortune-telling neighbor, a gadget-obsessed witch, a grumpy vampire, and his maybe-brother, Max needs to learn to use his chaos magic, and quickly, or his 'curse' is going to be the end of him and the people he loves.

Waking up undead is just the start of my bad night.This night is going from bad to worse. My roommate is dead. My sexy neighbor, who I've never worked up the guts to talk to before, is standing in my living room. I have a gold amulet I just stole from the museum hidden in my pocket. Oh, and I'm dead... or undead?All the myths about vampires, were-wolves, and the like? Turns out, all true. My sexy neighbor claims I'm a vampire now. I don't quite believe him, but then again, he turned into a coyote in front of me. Jackal, whatever. Plus, you know, my new fangs.Oh, did I mention my sexy neighbor is an ex-cop? And his cop buddies just knocked down my door. I'm pretty sure this night can't get any worse... I'm probably wrong.*Ritual of the Ancients is an urban fantasy with a trans-masc protagonist and a MM romance.

Sleepwalking may be the death of me… again.I thought things would get better now that I no longer had assassins after my head. Although it's fun eating people who misgender me, I'm just so thirsty all the time. And until I improve, I'm barred from seeing Jack, my were-jackal boyfriend.My babysitter, I mean 'vampire mentor,' isn't much help either.As if things weren't bad enough, the amulet that started this mess is whispering to me. Calling me somewhere. I think it might be my mysterious maker. Judging by the trail of bodies they're leaving across the globe, I don't want to know what will happen if I can't keep resisting.*Bloodline of the Ancients is a dark urban fantasy with a trans-masc protagonist and a MM romance.