Urban Fantasy Releases for Spooky Season

Surviving your forties requires coffee, good friends, and a morally flexible relationship with illegal magic.

Tovah Silver runs Mad Queens Inc., an unlicensed magical problem-solving agency with her three best friends. They've built their reputation on grit, loopholes, and unrepentant competence, ignoring those who think their perimenopausal magic tops out at party tricks.

They’re wrong but correcting them would be a felony. Every one of the Queens has a forbidden second magic buried deep—until an assassin golem forces Tovah to unleash hers.

She thinks she got away with it. Then Nikolai Azarov shows up.

Vancouver’s only golem maker would call her story creative if he wasn’t too busy calling BS. Worse, once he figures out what she actually did to that golem, he doesn’t turn her in. He names his price.

Now Tovah must honor a dangerous bargain with a man who’s already insufferable without leverage, outmaneuver the magic cops circling her agency, and hunt down whoever left a hand-delivered clay effigy on her bed.

Middle age isn't a crisis. It's a weapon.

Get it here on Deborah Wilde Books: ebook, paperback, or audiobook.

Heartbroken. Traumatized. Laser-focused on vengeance.

All I ever wanted in life was to fall in love. Which was a little ironic, all things considered.

I grew up in a secretive commune of magical warrior women. We were the hidden powerbrokers of the supernatural world; spies, assassins and undercover operatives, trading in secrets and death. We didn’t help anyone except each other, and we didn’t trust anyone at all.

Especially not men. Only my sisters mattered. Everyone else in the world was a target, a tool to be used, or totally irrelevant.

The Flowers of the Sword didn’t fall in love.

I never really fit in with my family, though. Even from a young age, I knew I wanted a different life. A soft life—one without pain, without fighting, without hiding, without deception. A life where I didn't need to use my magic as a weapon. A life where I could trust people, and use my powers to help them heal.

So I turned my back on my family, and I walked away.

And I did it; I fell in love. I thought I was going to be happy forever.

I was wrong.

My family was right all along. Men weren’t to be trusted. Love isn’t real.

Now, vengeance will be my legacy. I’m going to rip the whole world apart to find the people who did this to my sisters. The path to revenge will take me right to the doorstep of the powerful political factions that rule the biggest supernatural city in the whole continent. Witches and wizards, vampires, combat mages, shapeshifters and fae... it doesn't matter to me.

The Senate of Magical Detroit won’t know what hit it.

Get Mistress of Fear on Amazon.

Maya August can barely keep up with her cat's litter box. So naturally, she's now responsible for an entire island of supernatural retirees.

As Director of Security for the Neighborhood, Maya has no time to catch her breath, especially with a new assistant to train. The local werewolves are stirring up trouble, and something monstrous is lurking in Savannah's waterways. When Vale shows up asking for her help—or maybe just an excuse to see her—Maya has to wonder: is any of this actually in her job description?

But Maya's biggest threat might not be in the waterways at all. Her new assistant is far too perceptive for Maya's comfort, asking questions she can't afford to answer, and if her buried past comes to light, it won't just cost her the job—it could cost her everything she's finally found worth protecting.

Get Cursed By Fate on Amazon.

Dead bodies are bad. Dead bodies that break the laws of magic are worse.

Finding a dead fox in someone’s garden isn’t normally a police matter. Finding a dead fox shifter who should have turned human the second he died? Yeah, that’s more my department.

Remmy has no wounds, no blood and no obvious cause of death. He’s simply dead, trapped forever in his fox form. Apparently there’s only one thing that can do that to a shifter: drain every last drop of magic from them.

Great. Because what Portlock really needed was another magical murderer.

I’ve got an eidetic memory, a badge and two extremely questionable sidekicks. One is a traumatised werewolf who prefers being a German Shepherd, and the other is an ever-growing lynx with a criminal disregard for personal property. Between us, surely we can crack one impossible murder.

Then some local teenagers report seeing a huge creature stalking through the woods, covered in branches and leaves with blazing red eyes.

And red eyes are always bad.

I’m starting to think our mysterious monster and our dead shifter might be connected, which means I need to find whatever is prowling Portlock before anyone else ends up magically drained.

Unfortunately, murder isn’t my only problem. Connor’s father, the Vampire King of the US and an all-round arsehole, has announced he’s coming to town. And he’s bringing the other vampire leaders with him.

So now I have a supernatural killer to catch, a creepy forest monster to find and the most powerful vampire in America heading straight for my home.

Portlock has survived murderous shifters, deadly conspiracies and more supernatural disasters than any tiny Alaskan town has a right to. Hopefully we can survive this too.

Preferably without anyone else turning up dead.

Get The Vampire and the Case of the Ghastly Golem on Amazon.