Blood on the Ice
Honoris. Veritas. Potentia.
The Society tried to punish me by sending me to State U to reign in the corruption, but I have news for them.
Fighting with my ex's loyal toadies and fending off five men who are determined to get under my skin wasn’t on my bucket list, but Morgana LeCiel never backs down from a challenge.
Nothing is going to stop me from securing my freedom--not even the dead bodies that keep turning up.
Suspicions on the Stage
At State U, the drama department takes cutthroat competition to a whole new level.
Our trip to visit Slade’s unsavory family raises more questions than answers, and even the secret meeting with the Fae Guardians of Bay City didn’t clear anything up. With no new leads, we return to our usual chaotic lives.
That is, until Slade finds a body sprawled across center stage like the star of a the ‘barbarous’ musical they’re performing.
Rialto Beauregard—heir to an old-money families who owns arts institutions all over the world—has had his throat slashed with surgical precision. Now my shy siren’s been cast in the role of ‘first on the scene, first suspect’ and we’ve got a killer with a flair for drama.
Was Rialto targeted for his money, his reputation, or just for shock value?
One thing’s for sure: the final act is going to leave blood on the stage—and probably on our hands.
Who needs a standing ovation when you’ve got a standing body count?
Fatality on the Field (Secrets of State U #3)
Our holiday trip to Hell was supposed to give us answers.
Instead, it handed us a locked book, a campus full of secrets, and a growing list of people who might want us dead.
Chasing leads across Discordia’s campus has us making progress on those mysteries with our new allies—who do me a solid by calling out Kaspar and Ignatius for their bullshit along the way.
Unfortunately, letting them into our bond gets put on pause until we get back home.
Our arrival on the surface is filled with chaos—Lucas’s legal situation is spiraling, and the football team qualified for a bowl that’s looming too close for comfort.
Maybe being unreachable in Hell for that amount of time was unwise?
Just when I think it can’t get worse, random ‘VIPs’ arrive with too many sharp teeth in their smiles not to be questionable. Threats follow close behind, and the target lands on someone I don’t trust, don’t like, yet still have to keep alive.
If I don’t handle this right, a football won’t be the only thing hitting the field.