Detective Thaddeus Ezax is in over his head. He’s the only wizard in Rockshade’s Paranormal Investigations Department, and it was his name that got him the job. The Ezaxs are known as some of the most powerful wizards in the world, but Thaddeus isn’t your average Ezaxs. Is it any wonder his family shuns him? When a kidnapping case is dropped into his lap, Thaddeus must act fast. While most five-year-olds can cast a location spell, Thaddeus can't and is forced to get creative. When he finds himself in possession of a black market werewolf skull with a ghost trapped inside, accidentally releases the spirit, and somehow forms a connection with it, things get even crazier. Sandulf Hunter doesn’t remember dying, but he remembers the last thing he saw before everything went black -- a wizard. All wizards must die! The only problem is, the wizard standing next to him smells too damned good, so good Sandy thinks he might have to keep him. And since wherever Thaddeus goes, Sandulf finds himself yanked along, he might not have a choice in the matter anyway.

Soul Eater

“Even if we were wrong, which we weren’t, it doesn’t fit the Angel Maker’s M.O.” Ric turned to Jaecar as he spoke. “His victims are young, white women, most of them barely out of their teens.”


Thad rolled his eyes. “One was a Japanese woman, and wasn’t one Pakistani? You can’t assume simply because the majority of the victims were Caucasian—”


“You’re not part of the investigation.” Ric stepped closer while snarling. Thad wasn’t impressed, and his racing pulse had nothing to do with an enraged werewolf wanting to kill him.


Elora cleared her throat. “She was preparing wings to make the women pretty, but it’s their scents enticing her.”


“What?” Ric whirled around and glared at Elora. “What do you know about scents?”


“N-Nothing.” Elora glanced at Thad.


Chapter 4