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Gryffindor. Targaryen. Zombie slayer.
Books by Claire C. Riley
Post-Apocalypse romance:
Odium: The Dead Saga series
Odium Origins Series
Out of the Dark #1
Red Eye: The Armageddon Series – co-authored with Eli Constant
Thicker than Blood series – co-authored with Madeline Sheehan
MC & Mafia Romance:
Ride or Die The Devil’s Highwaymen series
The Devil’s Highwaymen Nomad Series:
Crank #1, Sketch #2, Battle #3, Fighter #4
Tame his Beast: Beast & Belle’s story – 2 books
Born to Darkness ~ The Bratva Mafia twins duet ~ co-authored with Ellie Meadows
Paranormal Romance:
Limerence (The Obsession Series)
Limerence II (The Obsession Series)
Twisted Magic Raven’s Cove
Romantic suspense:
Beautiful Victim
Fragments of Delores
New Adult Romance:
Wrath #3 the Elite Seven Series
Horror:
Blood Claim
CONTACT LINKS:
Website: www.clairecriley.com
FB page: https://www.facebook.com/ClaireCRileyAuthor/
Amazon: http://amzn.to/1GDpF3I
Reader Group: Riley’s Rebels: https://www.facebook.com/groups/ClaireCRileyFansGroup/
Newsletter Sign-up: http://bit.ly/2xTY2bx
IG: https://www.instagram.com/redheadapocalypse/
Twitter: @ClaireCRiley
Eli Constant, also writing under the pens Eliza Grace & Ellie Meadows, is the author of The Victoria Cage Necromancer Series.
A diverse speculative fiction author, steeped in heady flavors of horror and the paranormal, Eli isn’t afraid to be a bleeding-heart nonconformist & she supports the LGBTQ community, equal rights and treatment for minority communities, the importance of the arts in education, a woman’s right to choose, free speech, and more. Generally, she thinks ‘treat others how you want to be treated” is the damn golden rule to beat all others, but she also recognizes there are times when kindness has to give way to self-preservation and social revolution.
She lives in the States with her loving husband, three daughters, and whoodle pup Miles. Also, if there’s good sushi around, don’t get in her way.
Keep in touch with the author online.
http://www.authoreliconstant.com
Twitter – Eli Constant
Facebook – Eli Constant
Facebook – Joint Fan Page
Instagram @Poe.Some.Sugar.On.Me
Books by Eli Constant:
The Victoria Cage Series
Garden of Lilies
Water of Souls
Body of Ash
Hellhole Bay [arriving Winter 2020]
Junkyard Fae [arriving 2021]
Cat O’Shea Shifter Novels
A Victoria Cage Spin-off
Catfights in Faeland [arriving 2021]
Pixie Dust Panic [arriving 2021]
The Dead Tree Series
Invasion
Lifelines
Hybrids [arriving 2021]
Futurity [arriving 2021]
The Shadow Forest Series
Eliza Grace
Magic Burned
Spell Tricked
Curse Kissed
A Shade of Hades
Eliza Grace
The Lottery (new extended edition releasing soon!)
The Harvest [arriving end of 2020]
The Rapture [arriving 2021]
King of Castleton
Ellie Meadows
Bully
Brat
Brawl
Balls [arriving Winter 2020]
Heart Notes – A College Romance Ellie Meadows
The Water is Sweeter – A Dark Fantasy Romance Eli Constant
Scatter My Ashes – A Gothic Romance Eli Constant & Bokerah Brumley
Co-written Series
Red Eye: The Armageddon Series – co-authored with Claire C. Riley
Darwin’s Fall – co-authored with B.V. Barr [re-releasing end of 2020]
Born to Darkness – The Bratva Mafia Twins duet – co-authored with Claire C. Riley
More from the authors:
Have you read
Fragments of Delores by Claire C. Riley
About the book:
Can a picture-perfect life be destroyed by a single lie? Or did it take more than that to split her world apart?
Perfect husband. Perfect children. Perfect home.
Delores Stanton had it all.
Or so it seemed.
Until one hot summer’s night, she got into her car, and left.
Delores’s tragic journey begins with deception, a bloody revenge plot born from jealousy, and a lie that has become the rocky foundation for her fragile mind.
As her world begins to spin dangerously out of control, Delores’s desperate mind starts the tortuous process of piecing her life back together. But when you can’t even trust yourself, how can you even begin?
For the man that truly loves her, finding where Delores went, and why, is proving harder to discover than he ever thought possible. People are harbouring secrets at every turn, and with no clues to guide him, he worries it might just be too late to save the woman he loves.
Because in Delores’s uncertain world, a lie might become the truth.
And the truth just might kill her.
More from Eli Constant
COMING 2021!
Catfights in Faeland
-A Victoria Cage Necromancer World Novel-
About the book:
Catriona O’Shea always lands on her feet, especially during a fight.
Car mechanic by day, cat burglar by night, Catriona’s learned the hard way that paying off her brother’s debt to the Black Fairies—the worst fae gang in the Underbelly—is a lifetime gig. If she’d known, she’d never have signed on the dotted line.
Because the Fairy Godmother never makes a straightforward deal. There’s always a dark side.
According to the fine print, eight of Catriona’s nine shapeshifter lives belong to the wretched Shade Kincaid. The magical collar around her neck makes that fact painfully obvious.
Now abandoned by her gambling-addict brother, Catriona must find a way to keep her dead father’s auto shop open, whilst trying to break her binding contract. If she can’t, then she’ll spend the next several centuries stealing to make Kincaid rich, and that’s a fate worse than nine deaths.
Of course, it won’t be easy. It’ll mean facing the undefeated Panther in a victory-by-death cage match whilst the Underbelly’s vilest criminals cheer. Catriona expects to lose, but she has to try.
What she doesn’t expect from the prideful shifter warrior is love. And it might be the very thing that saves her from lifetimes of servitude.
Catfights in Faeland is spin-off urban fantasy in the Victoria Cage Necromancer World. Expect gambling, sex, drugs, and supernatural insanity!
Continue reading for a short teaser!
‘Don’t eat the finger fries. You’re safer getting the rat burger.’
Catriona O’Shea walked swiftly past the Delicious Eats Delicatessen, if you could call it that. A high dollar name, for a hole-in-the-wall shop that sold the fanciest rodent burgers this side of the human defense wall. But god in heaven, don’t order the fries. They cost an arm and a leg... and they’re french-fried fingers. Actual fingers. They do give you a delightful honey mustard siracha dipping sauce though.
Still, it is the best eating in the Underbelly, she defended the restaurant as she sidestepped to avoid a cart vendor selling ‘fairy’ dust. She’d bet her eye teeth it was the fake shit they peddled in back alleys, not the real stuff. No way a Duster would catch a pure-breed fae and bleed ‘em just to sell it for a dollar or two on Main Street. It was a tedious process—refining the blood before spraying it onto the tiny bits of edible glitter. The glitt
er was just for curb appeal, people seemed to like it.
Course, all that glittered wasn’t gold.
It didn’t matter if the stuff was a crock of crap though, because most folks didn’t know a pixie from a fairy from their own damn faces in the mirror. Toss in underfae and tinks? You could confuse even the savviest shopper.
Hell, maybe it wasn't 'exactly' the fake stuff. Maybe it was pixie dust. They looked nearly identical once packaged, and it was easy as pie to catch a few dozen pixies and shake 'em for their shiny dandruff.
Pixie dust made you break out in hives though. The small flying creatures needed a defense, mechanism being so far down the food chain.
Fae blood? The so called ‘fairy dust’? That was an aphrodisiac. Made you feel confident and sexy. More than one victim had jumped off a building thinking they could fly after snorting too much. Hell, the police chief’s a fucking troglodyte and it gave him the balls to approach one of Shade Kincaid’s women... and not to arrest her. No, the ball chin douche bag wanted to take her out to dinner, maybe a motel. Get a little dirty under the sheets.
He’d been fired the next day. Not just fired, hell, replaced and kicked out of the Underbelly.
So, Cat steered clear of the stuff. And at a few bucks a bottle from a shady vendor? You were either getting plain old glitter, maybe scented with a little nimbus root, or a body of itchy hives. No in between, and she didn't know which was worse. Cleaning up human glitter was its own kind of torture.
“Get the hell outta my way,” a grunt sounded before Cat was pushed forcibly off the street.
“Gnome fucker,” she muttered, regaining her balance and continuing towards Havershim Road. She was already late opening shop up on the surface and she still needed to stop by the salvage yard for the refurbished fuel tank Dynamite had promised her.
Sooner or later, she had to move topside. Get a human apartment, extract herself from this damned city of supernatural riffraff, but that would mean leaving her brother to his own devices. And if she did, she had to be emotionally prepared to let him make his mistakes without her there to clean them up.
Mac needed her. She was all he had left, now that their father was dead. But the boy didn’t make it easy. Half her earnings typically went to pay off his gambling debts or yank him out of jail.
Shaking her head, her whole body tired of the life she was living, Cat turned left and blinked up at the green neon sign.
‘The Den of Sin’. Strippers. Never-ending poker games. And ‘fairy’ dust. The real stuff.
“Mac, I can’t do this for much longer.” She sighed and pushed through the chipped maroon door.