Her banshee song is her weapon... will it be enough to save those she loves? My voice is my gift,And my weapon.As a banshee,I carry the song of life,And death,Within me. Now, crazed, magical beasts want my blood,And my true fae name,Or so he says.A warrior from Faerie's Winter Court has come to protect me,From this supposed supernatural threat. But I have a song to sing,People to entertain. The sexy fae won't relent,Says his heart is frozen.No chance.With every kiss, heat rises and ice melts,And I forget everything, but fire and desire. But now, I need that winter warrior's protection,More than anything. With no training.No allies,And nowhere to go,I'm on my own. My voice isn't enough to protect myself,Or the ones I love.They're about...

She is determined to ignore her banshee power... until the magic she despises becomes the only thing standing between death, and life, for herself and everyone she cares about. Inspector Maewen Jones of the Supernatural Police Division is tough, uncompromising, and focused on being the best human detective she can be. Her banshee half is a curse, not a blessing, and she tries to forget that part exists at all. When a Fae prince — heir to the Winter Court of Faerie — turns up in her office in the human realm with information about her latest case, Maewen can no longer ignore her magic.This unlikely pair must work together to bring down a deadly foe threatening chaos and darkness to both the human and Fae realms.Mae and Rhodri's passion might heat up the night, but Rho celebrates all magic as a gift. He cannot understand why any Fae — whether hybrid or full-blood — would want to deny their own...

This banshee will do anything to save those she loves. Even climb into bed with her enemy. Worthless. Useless.Helpless.That's how I feel.A banshee without a voice. Well, half banshee and half human,And my human side failed my father,Got him killed. But that was a long time ago... Now, there's a sexy vamp on my doorstep wanting me,Needing me. He's the hottest being I've ever laid eyes on,His blood sings to mine,In ways I can't explain,And in ways, I am determined to uncover. But with my past,My fear,My pain,I want to stake him—right through his cold, undead heart. If we don't team up,Everything I know and love will be gone,Just like before. This time, I will do anything to be...