Shannon Mayer

A new threat emerges as Chaos, an ancient deity, challenges not only the safety of the sisters but the safety of the world. A decision must be made: do they save the ones they love or save the world from total destruction? The lines between allies and enemies blur as the danger rises, leaving no one without suspicion. As the worlds of the Fae and human collide the future has never looked so grim-or so damn impossible.

When things go bump in the night, and children go missing, she is the last hope to bring them home. My name is Rylee and I am a Tracker. When children go missing, and the Humans have no leads, I'm the one they call. I am their last hope in bringing home the lost ones. I salvage what they cannot. I'm on the FBI's wanted list. I have a werewolf for a pet, a Witch of a best friend, and have no need for anyone else in my life. But when a hunt for a missing...

A whose who of cat and mouse, but played with demons. And monsters leaves her fighting for her life and the lives of those she loves. Demons are putting rips in the veil in order to cross over and steal my friends and allies away. But, going after them isn't even close to simple. The deepest level of the veil is not a place you can just open a doorway too, after all, and of course, that's where they've been taken. As fate would have it, it looks like...

No longer on her home turf, she faces new challenges, new enemies.... And dragons. Yes. Dragons. "My name is Rylee, and I am a Tracker." When children go missing, and the Humans have no leads, I'm the one they call. I am their last hope in bringing home the lost ones. I salvage what they cannot. O’Shea is AWOL, and Tracking him is proving to be harder than I expected. Not to mention the small fact that I have the Beast of Bodmin Moor chasing...

When children go missing, and the Humans have no leads, I’m the one they call. I am their last hope in bringing home the lost ones. I salvage what they cannot. The FBI wants me on their team. Bad enough that they are dangling bait they know I can’t resist. The catch? It’s on the other side of the ocean. And if I want what they’re offering, I have to help them with a salvage gone terribly, terribly wrong. But this time, I have no back up. I...

When children go missing, and the Humans have no leads, I’m the one they call. I am their last hope in bringing home the lost ones. I salvage what they cannot. Underestimating demons is a bad idea, and it’s a mistake that may cost me not only my own life but the life of a missing child. If I can swallow my pride, and allow Agent O’Shea to help me find a way to deal with the demon, we might be able to save the child. With this salvage, it’s...

Her magic is weak. Her ruling stepmother hates her. And now she's her people's only hope. Frustrated by her pathetically useless powers, Larkspur can only dream of being accepted by true elementals. And as the bastard daughter of the king, she lives under the constant wrath of his jealous wife. When she's falsely accused of attacking the cruel woman, she must choose between military service or banishment... and both lead to certain death. Seizing...

“My name is Larkspur, and I am an Elemental.” My people use the power of the earth to sustain life and defy our enemies. I should be at my father's side as a royal princess. But as a half-breed, bastard child, that isn't going to happen. Taken away by the last Spirit Walker, I am meant to train with him so that I can finally stop the false mother goddess and her plans to rule both humans and elementals. I am meant to train so that I can meet...

"My name is Peta, and I am a familiar. To stand at the side of an Elemental as their familiar is a gift given to few familiars. Yet here I stand with my thirteenth-Larkspur, child of the earth. I do not want this charge, for all my previous have ended in deaths I could not prevent. I am not sure my heart can take another loss of one bonded with me. Larkspur's strength and heart call to me as only one other Elemental's had, and I cannot deny the...

War is nearly upon them, and the demons will have their pint of blood...one way or another. ""My name is Rylee and I am a Tracker."" When children go missing, and the Humans have no leads, I'm the one they call. I am their last hope in bringing home the lost ones. I salvage what they cannot. The clock is ticking and I can feel the weight of the final battle with the demon hordes looming over my head. The puzzle pieces are becoming clearer, but the...