Timber Philips

They thought that there was no comparison for the horrors of war... they were wrong. Hettie Rogan knows devastation; she's seen it in men's eyes as they lie on her table dying. Heard it in their screams as they were separated from their limbs. Felt it in her soul as her husband, a good man died in her arms. Nothing could prepare her for the twist in fate that was given to her after that awful day, when healing the broken became more than just a calling - it became a God-given gift. Cain Golden had no interest in the war. He wouldn't even be out here if it wasn't for his mamma begging him to look after his twin brother. His twin, a frail, sicklier version of him but with a far more wickedly sharp mind... and that sharpness came with a cruel edge. One that Cain did not share. Laid low by an ambush he found himself on Hettie's table and he, by all rights, should have died that day... but for her. Now the war is over, neither side really having won - because a bigger battle is to be fought on America's soil. The battle between good and evil. When the dead rise, and creatures of myth and legend walk... welcome to the strange and dark west of your nightmares.

A light magic in the darkness of the world... In the little town of Loving, everyone can find their prince or princess once a year. At least, for a little while. Miriam Eilish is the proprietress of the Eilish House bed and breakfast just inside the town's limits. She's had it with love, locking herself away for this year's magic matchmaking festival with no interest in participating in it ever again. Enter Kavion Martin at the last possible minute. He's in town on his own mission that has nothing to do with the festival and everything to do with finding his missing brother. The match has been made, the magic set, plunging Miri and Kavion head over heels in love with each other and into dangers untold and hardships unnumbered.

Jessamine ConnorsI lead a simple life on the Olympic Peninsula running Moonchild Owl Haven, a bird sanctuary for sick and injured owls. When I'm not doing that? I work a regular shift at the animal hospital fulfilling my day job. Life is pretty great, what with my best friend Charlie coming around daily to help with my fly babies, but it's also lonely. I mean, Charlie is old enough to be my grandad and the only other man in my life? A not even legal teen that's like a younger brother. Meeting people out here in the sticks is tough. Tougher still for a girl like me who can't string two words together without stuttering so bad she can't be understood. For the most part I'm okay with that, but sometimes I wish I could do away with my whiteboard and just tell people how it is, what I'm feeling... After all, a man wants someone he can talk with, not just someone he can talk at. At least that's what I've been told... Hunter Grayson I am older than time... A god amongst men... No really, that's not just me being arrogant. I really am the descendant of two gods. Half cursed by my father's uncle because of my mother's betrayal, I can change from human to owl at will. It's a lonely existence for the most part, I can only stay someplace until my lack of aging becomes a problem. So I wander, never staying anyplace longer than a few months and spending almost as much time in the freedom of my owl's form than in my human one. So who would have thought, that after centuries upon centuries of living I would find myself a broken and bleeding pile of feathers in the middle of a modern highway? Who also would have thought that this would be the end of my self imposed solitude when she came, plucking me off the asphalt, carefully putting me back together. She saved my life, and after weeks of being under her care... Watching her move silent and alluring between myself and the rest of her charges... Well, I just had to know everything about her.