Lord of Fire

We can’t help who we are. Some things are preordained. I was born half god and half dragon shifter. We call ourselves the dragon demigods. Mortal, powerful, arrogant as sh!t.

Being a dragon demigod has its definite perks. Perks we have to be very careful about using, since the humans don’t know about our existence. We’re able to shift into dragon form. We have unique powers. Lastly, we’re attractive to the human race. Handy since we live among them. I only inherited one of those traits. Only one. Thing is, I’m okay with that. More than okay. I’m talented at what I do. I own my own custom workshop. I like to get my hands dirty. There is only one rule at my place of business. I never deal directly with the clients. I’m a moody bastard. A loner. Happiest when under the hood of a car. I never once broke my rule, until the day she walked into my shop.

How could he have done this? I should be sad. I should be grieving but I’m not. All I can feel is angry. My brother killed himself because he owed a lot of money to the worst kind of people and now, they’re after me. They want payment one way or another. For the last couple of weeks, all I’ve done is exist. Running from one place to the next. These murderous gangsters are right on my tail. They’re slowly catching up to me. It won’t be long and they’ll have me. Just when I think it can’t get any worse, my car breaks down. That’s when I meet him. A beast of a man. He’s rude. He’s conceited. He might be exactly what I need to get out of this mess.

Lord of Hell

I hate my father. At least, I want to. He is an evil bastard. I should hate him. You see, he’s Hades. God of the Underworld. I am his son. I find I desperately want his approval and, at the same time, don’t want to be anything like him. It’s a screwed-up place to be in. And people wonder why I am the way I am. Hades is despicable. Immoral. Cunning. He’s my dad. I’m not sure why I keep returning to hell. Why I keep going back to see him. Why I torture myself with his indifference.

Am I ever going to learn? It seems not. It’s always the same, just when I think I am dead to him, he gives me another one of his duties. Something easy, he says. Something even I – his disappointment of a son – can get right. I should know better. I should turn him down flat. I can’t! I do a stupid thing and accept. Now I have to bring a soul to hell. Her time is up. This woman killed an innocent. Fetch her. End her. She’s a murderer. Deserves to spend eternity down here. Only it isn’t as simple as my father said it would be. Not even close.

Little Lords

This short novel is a follow-on to the first two books.