Three centuries of wards have kept New Orlean's supernatural threats sealed beneath jazz funerals and Spanish moss. But someone is cutting the locks—one ritualistic murder at a time.
Detective Jake Morrison feels it before he sees it—the wrongness bleeding through the French Quarter like a frequency only he can hear. Ten years of sensing supernatural crimes have taught him to work in silence and never let anyone close enough to ask how.
Seraphina Duvall has been keeping her own silence. A Fallen angel who once judged souls, she protects New Orleans alone, watching the wards crack and wondering if choosing mercy over certainty was worth what it cost her.
When they meet, the impact is seismic. When they touch, it's catastrophic—a shockwave that makes Jake visible to every supernatural predator in the city.
Mardi Gras is coming. So is the end of everything.
Stephanie lives in a 1914 farmhouse along the Columbia River with her thirteen-year-old daughter and an ever-changing menagerie of rescue animals, including a troublingly intelligent African Grey parrot named Aughty. When she’s not busy being the mom of a fiercely independent young hellion or writing new stories, Steph enjoys wine, gardening, sailing, and traveling to interesting places that make her own mother write "Worry!" in her calendar in bold letters.
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