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The Knights of Maenara Collective (4 of 10) The warehouse breathed around them, old wood settling, metal groaning. Grace’s fangs were still buried in Nicola’s throat, and the world had narrowed to pulse and pressure and the wet sound of swallowing. Nicola’s knees buckled. Her vision swam. Pain threaded through her like wire pulled taut, but underneath it, something else.… Continue reading Blood Magic Awakens

The Knights of Maenara Collective (3 of 10) Grace’s hands found the stick shift like it was a foreign language she’d never studied. The car lurched, stalled, died with a cough that sounded accusatory. “Damn it,” she muttered. Nicola cracked one eye open from the passenger seat, her face half-shadow in the porch light’s sickly glow. “You’ve got to seduce… Continue reading Salt Row Sanctuary

The Knights of Maenara Collective #5 of 10 The Knights of Maenara Collective #5 The Collective’s Truth, Part Two Victoria and Grace had moved to the living room area… or what passed for a living space downstairs in the half workshop, half crab sorting area and office. Grace was curled in the armchair that had been Ellie’s, wrapped in a… Continue reading The Collective's Truth, Part Two

The Knights of Maenara Collective (2 of 10) The bedroom door at the top of the stairs was locked, the antique brass knob refusing to turn under Nicola’s hand. She knocked once, twice, then harder when there was no response. “Miss Broadchurch? Grace? I need my jacket. My phone’s in the pocket and I need to call this in.” Silence.… Continue reading Witness and Attack, Part Two

The Knights of Maenara Collective (2 of 10) The kitchen smelled wrong, not rot exactly, but something sharper underneath the citrus-bright disinfectant. Copper and sweetness, like blood cut with sugar, like someone had tried to scrub away evidence but only succeeded in making it more obvious. The kind of smell that gets into your sinuses and stays there, that you… Continue reading Witness and Attack, Part One

Magic & Smut Dear Reader, I know, I know…I promised you this chapter ages ago, and here we are, fashionably late like Spencer showing up to literally everything. In my defense, I’ve been battling my own ghost witch (she’s called “Distraction” and she’s relentless), attempting spells that backfired spectacularly (much like Erin), and generally living that “I’ll do it tomorrow”… Continue reading Haint Party, Chapter 6

The Knights of Maenara Collective (1 of 10) Detective Nicola Knight had come home the way ghosts do: quiet, uninvited, and carrying unfinished business. Her plane touched down at Louis Armstrong International at 6:13 p.m., wheels screeching like wounded birds, engines reversing with enough force to jolt her forward against the fraying seatbelt. Nicola didn’t flinch. She’d flown rougher rides… Continue reading Homecoming, Part One