Blood & Bites Series

The body lay sprawled in the alley like a broken marionette, limbs twisted at impossible angles. Blood—too much of it—pooled beneath his head, soaking into the cracks of the French Quarter pavement. Detective Nyla Cruz crouched beside the corpse, her gloved hand hovering just inches from the victim’s clammy skin.
“Male, mid-twenties,” she murmured to herself, already cataloging details. “No wallet. No phone. Just a wristband… Hemlock Lounge.”

Includes

Bloods And Bites Syndicate

Bloods And Bites Dominion