Chloe is Catholic, a cop, and conventional, not necessarily in that order. But when a run-of-the-mill burglary arrest goes bad, she ends up dead. Turns out there are worse things than having a bra that doesn’t fit right. When she wakes up alive–yeah, she’s as surprised as you are–she keeps seeing people her friends can’t see. She can’t get those people to talk to her, though, and one of them looks hauntingly familiar, even though it’s no one Chloe actually knows. A handsome Indiana State Trooper with secrets of his own tells her that her would-be killer is tied to an open robbery case. While they work together to bring a relentless killer to justice, Chloe has increasingly disturbing encounters with the shades only she can see. She finally realizes her death (and subsequent resurrection) has given her a connection to the restless dead of Indianapolis, and with a recent homicide rate over a hundred a year, there are a lot of restless dead in Indianapolis. What’s a conventional, Catholic cop to do? Catch the crook, get the guy, and say a few Hail Marys just to be safe.

Martin Cole has been home from Afghanistan for three years, and his business--a one-man garage--is going well. The problem is, his PTSD hasn't gone away. He's tried all the usual treatments and some of the...well, less legal treatments, despite the fact his sister's a cop. But he's still having nightmares. Dreams. Visions. His world turns upside down when he meets a handsome homicide detective with Indianapolis Metropolitan Police who says the visions aren't PTSD--they're premonitions. Elliott Blake is certain he's right about Martin's visions--he's not just a detective, he's also a werewolf with preternatural senses, and PTSD symptoms have a different scent than premonitions. And his case has way too many things in common with Martin's visions to be a coincidence. The problem is, whoever killed Ainsley Shaw has killed again, and Elliott's no closer to catching the killer. If he could just get Martin to trust him, they could work the case together--and maybe figure out what to do with the attraction between them. Unfortunately, the killer has other plans...

Becoming a Diplomat is all Naia has ever wanted. Diplomats spend their lives brokering peace and protecting the oppressed. They’re highly respected. They get to travel the known world. The problem is, Diplomats aren’t supposed to be angry, and Naia’s angry all the time. Fearing she’s about to be expelled from the university, Naia vows to find something that will prove her value as a Diplomat. She delves deep into unknown parts of the great university library, where she encounters what might be a spirit—or might be a figure from myth. To unravel the mystery, she enlists the help of her best friend, Zolin, who is on his own quest to find where he fits in the Diplomatic Corps. Little do they know that the Amethirian civil war is about to reach their island home of Ranarr. And what Naia and Zolin discover will create ripples that spread from Ranarr to Amethir and beyond.

The kingdoms of Tamnen and Strid have been at war for decades. Princess Azmei of Tamnen left her family for a treaty marriage to end that war–but an assassin’s blade destroyed her plans. Protected by her presumed death, Azmei hunts the person trying to destroy her family. Commander Hawk of the Tamnese army was captured by the Strid after being left for dead on the battlefield. After years as a prisoner of war, he is finally ransomed–only to find he has no place left in the world. His parents are dead and his command has long since been given to another. At loose ends, he agrees to an undertaking for the crown–seek out the truth about Princess Azmei’s killer. Yarro Perslyn has been captive to the Voices in his head for most of his short life. The only family who ever cared for him was his sister Orya, and she disappeared. Now the mysterious Voices in his head are saying something new. They are real, and they want Yarro to free them. Princess, prisoner, and prophet collide in the embattled region between the two kingdoms. But will they be in time to prevent more death, or will the rising storm break them all?

Princess Azmei of Tamnen has a decision to make, and she doesn’t like either option: marry Prince Vistaren of Amethir–a man she’s never met–or let her kingdom’s war with Strid go on with no end in sight. Seeing no alternative, she agrees to meet Prince Vistaren, with the caveat that the marriage treaty won’t be ratified until then. Azmei knows she is sailing into a precarious situation. After all, the correspondence she’s traded with Vistaren doesn’t guarantee he’ll be a man she can respect or love. She can’t stand the thought of seeing her generation decimated by the bloody conflict with neighboring Strid. Yet while she has sworn to serve her brother, the heir to Tamnen’s throne, Azmei isn’t certain this is the best way to do so. What Azmei doesn’t know is that her new friend, Orya, is not who she seems to be, and that Prince Vistaren has secrets of his own. And on top of that, there are those who will stop at nothing to prevent the alliance between Tamnen and Amethir… There is a storm on the horizon, and its shadow may grow to cover the whole world.

Captain Arama Dzornaea thought she was just supposed to transport Crown Prince Vistaren Doth’Mara to meet his contracted bride. As the king’s top privateer, she thinks she can handle anything. What Arama doesn’t anticipate is storms out of season, an unruly stormwitch, and a strange witchery echo that puts Arama, her ship the Dawn Star, and everyone aboard smack in the middle of a mystery.