Two women. The men they love. One desperate plan. Pilot Tris Miles is finally getting the recognition she deserves. She is a trusted captain and confidante to her boss at Westin Charter Company, and mentor to her young, ambitious co-pilot Bruce. Tris is offered a coveted promotion and the opportunity of a lifetime—to fly a prestigious "angel flight," transporting a critically ill woman from a remote town in northern Canada to the US for medical treatment. But Tris needs more than professional success. Still alone almost three years after her lover Bron's death, Tris meets Mike, a local pilot with a secret past he refuses to discuss. Their budding relationship stumbles when Mike gets hired by Westin Charter to compete for the promotion Tris was promised. As Tris & Mike's professional battle intensifies, their personal relationship deepens. Life is getting a whole lot more complicated for Tris, and it's...

In the year 1866, Sheriff Tobias Goldstein guards a small mining town in the Colorado territory with a cold and merciless hand. A rare rattlesnake shifter, he lives by a code and expecting others to do the same has kept the peace— until a nameless stranger wanders into town. Intrigued by the lone man, Tobias names him Angel Smith, and sensing he's trustworthy, he deputizes Angel.A guardian at heart, golden eagle shifter Angel protects the townspeople, but his dedication is to an ancient scroll capable of great destruction. For generations, Angel's family protected the artifact with their lives. Now something has returned to hunt down the scroll. Forced to leave his tribe, Angel enjoys the quiet he's found with Tobias, who hides a warm heart under his aloof exterior. Angel knows the quiet will not last and fears the battle on the horizon. But with Tobias at his back, Angel might stand a chance against his enemies.Second Edition with revised and expanded text.

The end of her people and the death of a planet are looming over her. Kali Michaels must choose between the illusion of safety and the danger of her own power in this anticipated and heart-stopping finale to The Wormwood Trilogy.Kali learned the hard way that her abilities cannot be trusted if they can be used against her. In an effort to protect those she cares about, she is determined to let the power of her Shadow lie dormant, despite the dangers rising up around her.Now, tormented by an unstoppable enemy, she and Tiamat Wormwood must try to lead others while doing the impossible—ensuring the survival of humans and half-angels alike.But how can she partner with Tiamat, when her proximity could kill him?And how can the Nephilim, Tiamat, be trusted to save a planet, if he is the one who shattered it in the first place?Little do they know that sometimes, for new beginnings, that which they love must first be destroyed.

From USA Today Bestselling Author, P.D. Workman!A killer it out there.A serial killer who appears to have a personal grudge against Kenzie Kirsch.The Assistant Medical Examiner has enough on her plate dealing with a personal crisis and doesn't need the added challenge of FBI Agent Menendez's unrealistic expectations and trying to identify the killer herself.As Christmas approaches, things are getting more and more complicated and it feels like everything is coming apart.***** Every book by PD Workman that I've read has been a gripping one, however different the genres are, going from lighter mysteries to really dark ones... this is one of my favourite, most dependable authors.If you are a reader of the Zachary Goldman Mysteries series, you have already met Kenzie Kirsch. This series is a spinoff from Zachary Goldman Mysteries, giving Kenzie a front-and-center position in solving medical mysteries.Looking for a strong female lead in an...

Book V of the Commitment Series chronicles the heart-wrenching trauma Billie and Cat endure when their family is faced with a life-changing event that has the power to unravel the very fabric of their family and cast a pall of uncertainty over them forever. Will their lives every be the same again?

Raphael was meant for better things.He is an archangel, after all. It was he who cast out Qayna, the first murderess, and inscribed on her flesh the name of her brother Abil that embodied her deathless curse. It was he who formed the Sons of Light, and it was he who was set to watch over Azazel in the well of his imprisonment in Dudael.And now, a failed rebel, Raphael wanders the heavy earth alone. The Sons of Light find him, though, and offer him another chance. Raphael is to Bear the Word again, to call the first prophet in centuries. Can Raphael find the appointed prophet? Can he reach him, across apocalypse-torn America? And when he does find his man, imprisoned by the Fallen Kokhabel, can Raphael and the new prophet both survive?

The thrilling conclusion to the Mesopotamian trilogy about the origin of angels and the real location of the lost Garden of EdenIn 2011, D.J. McIntosh took the book world by storm with her bestselling debut novel, The Witch of Babylon. Praised by The Globe and Mail for its "stellar research" and "superb writing," it introduced readers to John Madison, a rakish New York art dealer who uncovered a fabulous treasure trove of antiquities in the hills outside Baghdad and the truth behind a famous story long believed to be a myth.In this highly anticipated conclusion, Madison is hired by a famous magician to find a rare sixteenth century book on angel magic and the former assistant who stole it thirty-five years ago. Madison's quest leads him from the great mosques and churches of Istanbul to the ruins of Pergamon and the temples of the ancient Near East, where he discovers the true location of the Garden of Eden, the nature of angels, and the dark story...

Jenny, born with a deformed foot, is left at the Anderson Calvary Orphanage as an infant. As she grows she brings love and joy to all and sometimes seems to be involved in unexplainable and miraculous events. She develops a relationship with a mysterious old man named Christopher that no one understands except Jenny.

Seattle ca. A.D. 2020 A post-Pulse city crawling with cops on the take, crooks on the make, genetically engineered supersoldiers, and hundreds of thousands of plain folks just hanging on by a thread to the sputtering engine that was once the all-powerful American economy . . .*November 12, 2021: My name is Logan Cale—though whoever finds this material will undoubtedly know me better as Eyes Only. In the years after the Pulse struck, greed, corruption, and cruelty exploded on a scale I never before imagined possible. Something had to be done.I began working as an investigative journalist to expose the truth, but the truth brought a lot of enemies out of the woodwork. So I went undercover, and EYES ONLY was born. For years, with the help of a lot of good people, we’ve uncovered many wrongs and made them right. No matter what the dangers, this work needs to survive, and continue . . . especially some of the more explosive facts still need to be revealed. Facts concerning the Grand Coulee massacre, the secret government program known as The Phoenix Project, and the Conclave’s breeding program, to name but a few.Putting these documents together in one place poses a big risk—not just to the corrupt, but to the innocent as well. Yet the chance that these truths might remain unspoken is an even bigger risk.People may die, but the truth must live on.From the Trade Paperback edition.From the Inside FlapSeattle ca. A.D. 2020 A post-Pulse city crawling with cops on the take, crooks on the make, genetically engineered supersoldiers, and hundreds of thousands of plain folks just hanging on by a thread to the sputtering engine that was once the all-powerful American economy . . .November 12, 2021: My name is Logan Cale—though whoever finds this material will undoubtedly know me better as Eyes Only. In the years after the Pulse struck, greed, corruption, and cruelty exploded on a scale I never before imagined possible. Something had to be done.I began working as an investigative journalist to expose the truth, but the truth brought a lot of enemies out of the woodwork. So I went undercover, and EYES ONLY was born. For years, with the help of a lot of good people, we've uncovered many wrongs and made them right. No matter what the dangers, this work needs to survive, and continue . . . especially some of the more explosive facts still need to be revealed. Facts concerning the Grand Coulee massacre, the secret government program known as The Phoenix Project, and the Conclave's breeding program, to name but a few.Putting these documents together in one place poses a big risk—not just to the corrupt, but to the innocent as well. Yet the chance that these truths might remain unspoken is an even bigger risk.People may die, but the truth must live on.Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.IMAGER IS EVERYTHINGSECTOR THREE,11:00 P.M.TUESDAY,MARCH 2,2021Like a relentless boxer, rain beat down on the city, firstjabbing with sharp needles, then smacking Seattle with hugefat drops that hit like haymakers, the barrage punctuated bythe ominous rumble of thunder and the eerie flash of lightning.An unmarked black car drew to a stop in a rat-infestedSector Three alley, the rain rattling the metal roof likemachine-gun fire. Two men in dark suits climbed out, to beinstantly drenched, though neither seemed to notice. Eachwore a radio earplug with a short microphone bent towardhis mouth.Sage Thompson--the man who'd emerged from the passenger'sside--was relieved that the headsets, at least,seemed to be waterproof. In their coat pockets, each mancarried one of the new portable thermal imagers that, justthis week, had become standard equipment. Thompson--barely six feet, almost skinny at 180 pounds--wondered ifwater-tightness was among the gizmo's various high-techbells and whistles.Water sluiced down the alley in a torrent that seemed toexpress the sky's anger, eventually bubbling over the edge ofa rusty grate maybe ten yards in front of them. Thompsonwas forced to jump the stream and his feet nearly slid outfrom under him as he landed and bumped into a triangle ofgarbage cans, sending them crashing into each other, creatinga din that rivaled the storm's, his hands flying wide tohelp maintain his balance. Then his hands dropped back tohis sides, the one holding his flashlight clanging off the imagerin his coat pocket, the other moving to make sure hispistol was still secure in its holster on his belt.The hefty man who'd been driving--Cal Hankins--shonehis flashlight in Thompson's face, huffed once, and easedaround a dumpster that looked like it hadn't been emptiedsince before the Pulse. Moving slowly ahead, their flashlightssweeping back and forth over the brick hulk in frontof them, the two men finally halted in front of what had oncebeen a mullioned window.The interior of the six-story brick building--an abandonedwarehouse, Thompson surmised--seemed a blackhole waiting to devour them without so much as a belch.Next to Thompson, his partner Hankins swept a flashlightthrough one of the broken panes, painting the rainy nightwith slow, even strokes. Darkness surrendered only briefglimpses of the huge first-floor room as it swallowed up thelight."You sure this is the right place?" Hankins asked gruffly.There was no fear in the man's voice--Thompson sensedonly that his partner didn't want his time wasted. At forty,bucket-headed Hankins--the senior partner of the duo--wore his blondish hair in a short brush cut that revealed onlya wisp or two of gray. His head rested squarely on his shoulders,without apparent benefit of a neck, and he stood nearlysix-three, weighing in (Thompson estimated) at over 230.But the man wasn't merely fat--there was enough gristleand muscle and bone in there to make Hankins formidable.Still, Thompson knew their boss--that nasty companyman, Ames White, a conscienceless yuppie prick if thereever was one--had been all over Hankins about his weightand rode the older guy mercilessly about it. Though he knewbetter than to ever say it out loud, Thompson consideredWhite the worst boss in his experience--which was sayingsomething.White was smart, no doubting that, but he had a sarcastictongue and a whiplash temper that Thompson had witnessedenough times to know he should keep his mouth shut and hishead low."This is the right place, all right," Thompson said, raisinghis voice over the battering rain. "Dispatch said the thermalimager team picked up a transgenic in the market inSector Four.""This is Sector Three.""Yeah--they followed him here before they lost him."Hankins shook his head in disgust. "Then why the fuckain't they lookin' for him, then? What makes us the clean-upcrew for their sorry asses?"These questions were rhetorical, Thompson knew, thoughthey did have answers, the same answer in fact: Ames White.And Hankins spent much of his time bitching aboutWhite, behind the boss's back, of course. But they bothknew it was only a matter of time before White found a wayto get rid of Hankins .... . . and then Thompson would have to break in a newpartner, possibly one even younger than himself. Then hewould be the old-timer. The thought made him cringe.Not exactly a kid at twenty-seven, Thompson was the antithesisof Hankins: the younger man seemed like a long-neckbottle standing next to the pop-top beer can that washis partner. Married to his college sweetheart, Melanie, andwith a new baby daughter, Thompson was the antithesis ofHankins in terms of home life, as well: the gristled bulldoghad been divorced twice and had three or four kids he neversaw and didn't really seem to give a damn about.

Best friend and protector… Weston McKay has always worn the title proudly. He’s stood by Cole and Angela Walker since they were kids. He’s always been there to help pick up the pieces, always been a shoulder to lean on, and someone who understood. At the tender age of nine, Angela knew that her friendship with Wes was destined to be more, but he was her brother’s best friend and five years her senior. Time passes, unrequited feelings grow, and one day, five years doesn’t seem like that big of a deal anymore. Wes is everything she's ever wanted and then some. What happens when Wes finally sees Angela as the woman she’s become? Will their past make them stronger? How will Cole feel when he realizes his best friend wants his sister? Can friendships endure? Can love survive what waits ahead? Can the future survive the past? Secrets are revealed and friendships are tested in My Broken Angel.

'I'm going to disappear, Mr. Walker. Very suddenly and very soon.' . Ann Maringer is a go-go dancer with a problem: her life is in danger, and she is certain that her end is coming soon. Her only hope is Amos Walker-a hot-tempered, Detroit based private eye with a caustic wit and a talent for getting into trouble. A guy who 'sticks like nuclear fallout, ' according to a former client. . When Ann disappears, Walker is hot on her trail. But this is no ordinary case, as the private eye soon learns-not when a union boss, a corrupt judge, a vengeful son, and a concerned mistress are just some of the players involved. . And not when all of them want him dead?... You can share your thoughts about Loren D. Estleman's Angel Eyes in the new ibooks virtual readers' group at www.ibooksinc.com.Review"Hard-edged, relentless, and satisfying. Amos Walker is dauntless, incorruptible, and underpaid, which is just what a private eye should be".NEWSDAY About the AuthorWinner of three Shamus Awards for his Amos Walker novels, four Golden Spur Awards for Western fiction, three Western Heritage Awards, and many other awards for his other fiction, Loren D. Estleman has also been nominated for the National Book Award and the Pulitzer Prize. Poison Blonde (2003) was his fifty-first novel. He and his wife, author Deborah Morgan, live outside Detroit, Michigan.