Ever since the night Alex Donally found the demon blade in his hand—and in his thoughts—he has been driven to fight evil. When he meets Deb Marchand, he feels compelled to protect her from her violent ex—and is drawn by the visions they share when they touch. The blade is showing them what they can have— But only if Deb can risk her trust and heart to a vigilante...At Blade's Edge is the first of the Demon Steel books, an introduction to the world of heroes and living steel. About the Demon Steel series:"...Starts out with a bang and just keeps going until the final page... Author Doranna Durgin writes what we want to read." – Fresh Fiction "Innovative premise...notably creative....filled with wonder." – Cataromance.com

The Reckoners: A powerful ghostbuster raised by a ghost, a brilliantly eccentric backup team, a cat who isn't a cat at all...and a fiercely driven bounty hunter from a different dimension who brings them together when worlds collide.Skilled Southwest ghosthunter Lisa "Garrie" McGarrity not only sees dead people, she wrangles them into submission. But her beloved ghostly mentor moved on years ago, and the Southwest has gone quiet under Garrie's hand. Garrie and her team have grown restless and...well, face it. Maybe willing to take a risk or two.So when the relentlessly mysterious and fiercely driven Trevarr (and his not-cat!) shows up asking for help, Garrie is inclined to listen. And when he describes big trouble at the San Jose Winchester Mystery House, she's inclined to go with him, even if it splits her team along the way.But she doesn't expect a mansion crammed with spirits on the brink of madness, and she doesn't expect to face off against the powerful and...

Their passion threatens her life and his tortured soul.…Devin James wields a demon blade. Or does the demon blade wield him? The bond between man and steel is soul deep, the source of Devin's power and an ever-present torment. Struggling against the evil forged within the blade, Devin patrols the dark streets of Albuquerque, searching for innocents to rescue. That's how he finds Natalie Chambers….Natalie is sure that helping Devin is another in a long series of very bad decisions, but she can't abandon the man who saved her life—a man who believes that the demon blade might turn him into a monster. And she is powerless to resist their fierce attraction.Love is their only chance at salvation. Can they now find the courage to take that chance? And can they keep the blade from the man who would destroy them both?About the AuthorDoranna Durgin writes eclectically and across genres, with an award-winning international backlist in fantasy, media tie-in, anthologies, mystery, thriller romance, and paranormal romance; she also runs Blue Hound Visions, her web design business, and is on staff at Helix SF, an online quarterly. In her spare time she trains her dogs for agility, rally, and obedience trials, or heads for the high desert backyard barn where the Lipizzan lives.  (Website: Doranna.net) Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.Sharp steel whispered in Devin's mind. Once ancient copper, then bronze, finally iron…now finely honed steel that took and held a sharp edge, never rusting, never dulling.Then again, no demon blade had ever needed sharpening, whatever its form and substance.This blade—the one attached to Devin, a merciless presence within his mind and soul—nudged him through the night, riding him endlessly. Patrol the streets, protect the innocent.Never mind that the demon trapped within would prefer to be doing anything but.And so Devin now drifted along the ugly end of a short strip mall in southwest Albuquerque, following the grudging guidance of the geas-compelled—and cursed—demon. He didn't see anything in the sporadically lit parking area, didn't hear anything…but the blade knew. Someone here meant harm to an innocent.Currently the demon manifested itself as a small lock-blade pocket knife, a default form that suited them both. And in this cold night, it served as a pocket warmer as well, keeping his hands in leather half-finger gloves warmer than they had any right to be, even warming his body beneath the black leather jacket. A plain old lock-blade knife…Truth was, he never knew what he'd find when he reached for it, just that he'd find something.And that he was ready for anything.I must have heard wrong. Or written down the wrong address. Or misunderstood something. Even if she knew she hadn't.But this just couldn't be right.Natalie Chambers hesitated at the narrow alley between buildings in the strip mall. Surely there should be better lighting here. This was the southwest quarter of Albuquerque, after all. A place of tightly placed and colorful shops, bars over the windows, gang tags at the corners and copious stout fencing. She'd expected to find direct lighting here at this parking lot of ancient asphalt and stark white adobe structures.A glance overhead pinpointed the burned-out bulb. Great. According to the notes she could no longer read, the small architectural office she sought should be.Right here. Right between the two stores. Right in this alley.She jammed the paper into the pocket of her slacks and pulled her vintage peacoat more tightly around her turtleneck as the breeze lifted the thick waves of her hair and brought out a shiver along her arms.Then again, maybe the shiver wasn't all about the cold. Maybe it was about standing here in this run-down shopping strip going on midnight, with no sign of any architect's office and no sign of any welcoming window light and her "uh-oh" alarms suggesting that if she planned to call Compton and double-check the address, she should do it from the car.With the doors locked.But if she secretly hoped her boss would suggest it could wait until morning, she knew he wouldn't. He didn't jerk her around on a whim, but he did expect her to respond when occasion arose. And it was a good job, an amazing job, her freakin' dream job after years of pulling herself back together in the aftermath of one incredibly wrong road taken.She fumbled in her flapped coat pocket, hunting the phone even as she turned for the car. "Note to self," she muttered. "Add mini-flashlight to key chain.""Too late for that, sweet ass." The man's voice came from the darkness; the phone squirted from her startled fingers back into her pocket. She fumbled for it, digging past keys and tissues and a baby tin of curiously strong mints even as she backed away from the voice, searching for the man in the shadows.And ran smack into the solid presence of another body, his wash of garlic breath across her ear, strong hands clamping down on her upper arms and squeezing them to her sides.Fear raced through her belly, weakening her knees. "Sorry, boys," she said through gritted teeth, hand still groping for that phone, knowing if she could flip it open and hit the autodial for Compton's household…if he could hear what was happening… "This particular sweet ass is busy tonight.""Just give us the documents." The first figure emerged from the alley, grew close and large—very large—and resolved into a rugged man with tattoos across his heavily used face. "Then we can make this fast. Otherwise." He shrugged. "We get to have fun."Fear escalated. This man wasn't posturing. He wasn't trying to impress her. He was without soul, without heart…and he would eat her alive if it served him.Or maybe even just for the fun of it."I—" she said, and the word got stuck in her throat. "I don't have any—" Still just a whisper, it was enough; if his smile had been frightening, the scowl was now terrifying. She blurted, "I haven't found the office yet!"The hands tightened, digging in painfully even through the thick wool of the coat, numbing her fingers. Tattoo Head shrugged, looking beyond her to his accomplice. "We'll come with you," he decided.But I don't know where I'm going seemed like exactly the wrong thing to say. Get screwed wasn't going to go over so well, either. But these men weren't going to let her go once they had the documents, either. No, they'd take the papers, and then. They'd have fun.Not with me. She went utterly limp in the hands that held her, slipping down while he cursed and bent to catch at her coat.With a courage-bolstering cry, she sprang up, the top of her head connecting with some part of his face—something that cracked and gave—as she rammed her elbows back and slammed her heels at his shins and turned herself into a whirling dervish of resistance, taking the man so very by surprise that he staggered back, tripping over the parking curb. Natalie went down, too, stumbling to her hands and knees, but only for a moment—and she was already running by the time she regained her feet.It didn't stop Tattoo Head from snagging her, cruelly wrenching her arm back so she cried out again, this time from surprise and pain and oh, yes, fear again. "Stupid bitch," he growled. And when she opened her mouth to scream, the loudest, the most attention-getting sound she could muster, he backhanded her with such casual force that she would have gone flying had he not still held her.Scream! her deep inner survivalist self cried to her. Fight! Kick! Gouge his eyes out!Dazed, she hung limply in his grip, her vision full of dark shadows and blurry edges, her face one big throb of pain."Get up," Tattoo Head growled at his partner, his voice no less impatient. "Get the car.""Too late for that."Hold on. That was a third voice. A third man. One who meant to interrupt…one who somehow sounded yet more dangerous than the first two put together. And though fear and violence still combined to keep Natalie's knees loose and useless, that small deep inner voice said They'll keep each other busy, and then you run.But Tattoo Head stiffened, just ever so slightly. "This isn't your problem."Maybe it was the tension that laced his voice. Maybe it was his words, hanging heavy in the air, slowing the moment. Natalie lifted her head, blinking her dazed vision into something sharper. Blinked again, disbelieving. As if there was really a man striding out of the parking lot, all full of a predator's power, lithe strides with just the right amount of prowl. Not arrogant, not even with that movement and those long strong legs and broad shoulders beneath a formfitting leather jacket, dark hair unruly, brows dark and lowered, gaze too intense for the darkness.But a man who knew what he was. Danger."Walk away," Tattoo Head said, shifting his grip ever so slightly. Natalie felt strength trickle back into her knees, limbs coming alive with hope. "This isn't your problem.""You'd think not," the man said, a strange acknowledgment there, maybe even a hint of apology. "And yet, here I am."Tattoo Head's partner finally made it to his feet, coming up beside Natalie—reaching into his jacket. "No,"Tattoo Head snapped. "Take him down—and don't bring the cops in on us."A gun. The man had been reaching for a gun. But now he made a disgruntled noise, spat blood at Natalie's feet with a look that said she'd pay for every drop, and reached for the back of his belt instead, freeing a small stub that whipped out into a telescoping, weighted security baton.If her approaching rescuer had any weapon at all, she couldn't see it. Unless…Is that a pocket knife?One of the really small ones?She swallowed. Hard.Something flashed suddenly in his hand, hard and white hot, sunlight gleaming off bright metal in the midnight darkness. Natalie squinted against it and Tattoo Head raised a hand to shield his eyes. And then she could see again, but she didn't believe it. Not really. Because where had that thing come from? That sword? What else could you call it, all long and thin and pointy, with a guard of elaborate whorled metal.He held it as though his hand was perfectly at home with it. And he gave Tattoo Head and his partner a strangely regretful look. "Well," he said. "Looks like you get to die."Because of what they'd seen?But I saw it, too.New plan. Run from the rescuer, too. But for the moment she was still solidly snared, and even as Tattoo Head reached for his own weapon, he dragged her back—heading for the car that she just knew she'd never leave alive. She made herself heavy, she dragged her heels, she skinned her palms. Her slacks tore. He didn't appear to notice any of it. She grabbed a parking curb and held it; he jerked her and she cried out, losing flesh and breaking fingernails.But neither of them looked away from the two men— Tattoo Head's partner and the in... Their passion threatens her life and his tortured soul[unknown-8230] Devin James wields a demon blade. Or does the demon blade wield him? The bond between man and steel is soul deep, the source of Devin s power and an ever-present torment. Struggling against the evil forged within the blade, Devin patrols the dark streets of Albuquerque, searching for innocents to rescue. That s how he finds Natalie Chambers[unknown-8230]. Natalie is sure that helping Devin is another in a long series of very bad decisions, but she can t abandon the man who saved her life - a man who believes that the demon blade might turn him into a monster. She is powerless to resist their fierce attraction. But love is their only chance at salvation. Can they now find the faith to take that chance? And can they keep the demon blade from the man who would destroy them both?

Like the Siberian tiger he can transform into, Maks Altán is a strong, ferocious fighter who's incredibly protective of his Sentinel kin. But thanks to a debilitating injury, he feels anything but fierce. That is, until he is sent to guard Katie Maddox, a gorgeous healer who awakens a dangerous lust within him. Problem is, in the shifter world, Katie's deer alter ego is easy prey...and much too tempting for Maks.As unnamed danger lurks just beyond her awareness, Katie has doubts--about her abilities, her role in the Sentinels and the strange desire she feels toward her new protector. But somehow, the wounded predator and his wary prey must ignore their instincts, their fears and their dangerous attraction to each other in order to defeat their common enemy!

Dear Ellen, I miss you terribly, and I'm sorry you're dead. I wish it weren't my fault. Karin Sommers's sister had died while helping Karin escape from the con man who'd entrapped her. But Ellen wouldn't die in vain. Acting on instinct, Karin took over Ellen's identity and home -- and thought she'd found a safe haven. Then P.I. Dave Hunter arrived, demanding "Ellen's" help, and Karin discovered that her sister had secrets of her own. With a missing boy's life at stake, could Karin fake her way one last time -- and expose the truth about a deadly predator in a world where only the best liars survived?

When Blaine Kendricks discovers strangers in Shadow Hollers, she thinks they've come to trade. She couldn't be more wrong. When Dacey Childers comes to Shadow Hollers, Blaine's family thinks he's there to hunt game. They couldn't be more wrong. When the Annekteh come to Shadow Hollers, they think the isolated community living there has no way to resist their invasion. They're pretty much right on target. But the last man of the lost seer's blood has returned, and is about to draw Blaine into his magic, his adventure...and the most dangerous hunt she could ever imagine.

One mission. One night. One costly misstep.... Don't miss this scintillating romance from Doranna Durgin! A mighty Kodiak shifter, Ruger is more than a Sentinel warrior. As a Healer, he willingly risks everything defending the sick and helpless. But after an ambush nearly kills him, he can do only so much-until a sensual lady black bear shifter arrives to provide him backup.... In human form, she is called Mariska. Feisty and self-assured, she has finagled her present assignment helping Ruger chase down a rising new threat. The moment Mariska scents the heroic, battle-scarred grizzly she knows he will be her only weakness...and greatest desire.  Mariska will do anything to aid Ruger-even if confronting the enemy puts everything she holds dear in jeopardy. Plus, enjoy a special novella included in this book from New York Times bestselling author Heather Graham-The Gatekeeper, the thrilling prequel to the epic new quartet The Keepers: L.A.

A feline huntress in cheetah form prowls the night, protecting women from predators, but she can't protect herself from falling for her new partner... Mark Burton and Tayla Garrett are Sentinels, members of an ancient clan of shapeshifters who protect the earth and humanity. As part of the covert organization, Tayla and Mark had known each other for years...though neither of them recognized the deep desire they secretly harbored for one another. Then Tayla and Mark are teamed up to work on the summit, a meeting with an informant from the Atrum Core, a ruthless group that uses their abilities to gain power at any cost. But Mark also has another assignment—to help a struggling Tayla meet her full potential. And the only way to get Tayla's powers to fully mature is by becoming her Sentinel bedmate.... A cheetah shifter romance. Previously published as Wild Thing.