Special Edition - 2 Complete Series Hardbacks

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THE SERIES INCLUDED:

• Rogue Ethereal Complete Series Boxed Set (6 books)
• Grave Talker Complete Series Set (7 books)

*THESE SETS ARE 2 DIFFERENT COMPLETE SERIES.* 

TROPES IN ROGUE ETHEREAL:

urban fantasy, found family, forced proximity, unknown origins, hidden powers, and witchy goodness. 

TROPES IN GRAVE TALKER:

urban fantasy, found family, forced proximity, unknown origins, hidden powers, and ghostly goodness.

TEASER FROM ROGUE ETHEREAL:

Striker’s tawny eyes focus on the red staining my fingertips, and a preternatural growl slips past his lips. My focus on it is my coward way of not dealing with the situation right in front of me.

I’d rather contemplate the supernatural quality of Striker’s growl than deal with this.

Because I can’t really process all my wards breaking one by one. I can’t process the blood on my face. I cannot handle this.

It isn’t what happened the last time I died, but it is too close for comfort.

The only time my ward has been broken was by a host of evil souls—hundreds, maybe thousands of souls bound for Hell by a witch determined not to die.

That, I totally get. This? Not so much.

The fifth ward breaks, and this time it nicks the skin of my neck—a thin stream of blood runs right across my windpipe. It isn’t deep, but it’s enough to hurt.

My ward isn’t just breaking… it’s crumbling to dust.

And there’s no way out.

TEASER FROM GRAVE TALKER:

“How many people in this town know you can see ghosts?”

I didn’t even get to taste the yummy goodness of my wonderfully crispy taco—which was what I was focusing on so I could keep my face a blank mask.

I wanted to quip back with something like, “Living or dead?” but I knew better. “It’s time for you to leave. Less than a minute and you’ve already worn out your welcome. You must be popular with all the girls.”

In less time than it took him to toss a verbal bomb into my living room, I had my door open and had gestured for him to walk through it.

Despite my clear invitation for him to get out of my house, La Roux sat down in Hildy’s favorite chair and settled in.

“Oh, I do okay. Come on, Adler. Don’t you want to know how I know you can see ghosts? Don’t you want to know if I think you’re crazy?”