The Four Series

The Four Series - Book 1

I was cursed.

It wasn’t an exaggeration. It wasn’t even dramatics—though I was prone to those.

It was a fact.

And a sucky one at that.

After inheriting my grandmother’s home, I thought my luck had turned around. A fresh start in the one place I’d found solace from my cruel father.

But I was cursed, remember? So rather than a quiet life, I faced mysteries. Con artists. Disastrous dates. Stoned witches, magicks, and evil organizations out to do evil things.

And a house that was haunted.

Only my ghost wasn’t a creepy specter with rattling chains. Nor was it a murderous Victorian child. It wasn’t even a comedic ghoul trying to scare me out of the house with a possessed singalong.

That would be too easy.

My invisible squatter was snarky. Pop culture obsessed. Disconcertingly charming with a voice that was otherworldly hot.

And not actually a ghost.

He wasn’t completely human, either. 

But that was okay. Apparently, neither was I…

The Four Series - Book 2

Once upon a time, there lived a witch. A powerful, brilliant, dope-as-heck one whose magicks inspired fear and envy. Like all classic fairy tales, her story had the usual goodies.


Missing souls.

Unfathomable evil, the precarious fate of the entire universe, blah, blah, blah.

But let’s get back to that witch with the awesome hair…

Fine, it’s me. I’m the all-powerful witch. And, okay, maybe my story isn’t a classic fairy tale. Not unless I missed the part about Little Red delivering comic books in her basket and Beauty sleeping off two-for-one margarita night. 

But I do have a soul mate—my very own Charming.

Except he’s no prince. He’s a level-headed, by the book, insanely sexy detective.

And me?

Well, I’m stoned.

The Four Series - Book 3

I’d been called a lot of things.




An antisocial basta—

You get the point.

I’d say it came with being an overworked doctor, but that wasn’t the case. In my own personal purgatory, I’d lost touch with what I was meant to do—who I was.

Until I got stuck in a hospital elevator with a beautiful, broken woman. Comforting her through hell reminded me why I'd become a doctor in the first place.

I had no clue why, but the hippie goddess consumed my thoughts. I was obsessed. From the first touch, I knew I wasn’t going to let her go.

And that was before I got my memories back.

At the best of times, I was crap at relationships—and we were far from the best of times.

Thrust into a war I’d forgotten, I had to find a way to explain that we were targets of the soul stealing organization that’d cursed me.

That magicks, fate, Heaven, and Hell were not just tales.

That she was my mate.

The literal other half of my soul.

Unequivocally mine.