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When Xiomara Flores’ aunt Dolores is killed by a stray bullet, she is drawn into a mystery that involves a mysterious new drug, a runaway girl who can also see ghosts, and a mob boss with a heart of gold. As the body count rises, Xiomara and her friends must race against time to uncover the truth and stop a deadly conspiracy. Grab your copy of Ghost Shot today!

Dying sucks, let me tell you. It sucks more when your twin daughters die with you. I was furious… until I came back to life.

“The problem with Daisy was that she was dead. Beyond that, she was perfect.” — From the first page of Ghost Fall. Marks – Dr. M.G. Marcus – was the county M.E. So it was natural that he got dead bodies. But nothing was natural about “Daisy Doe.” She’d been found naked and frozen in a field. From there, things got interesting. Grab your copy of Ghost Fall today!

“GO bag, now!” Mom shouted. My name is Rose Flores. Well, it is now. When I first met mom – Xiomara Flores – I was newly orphaned. How did I meet her? Two ghosts wrote letters and I ended up getting on a bus from my home in Middletown, Virginia all the way out to Boyle Heights, Los Angeles. We kind of adopted each other on the way back from LA to home. Oh, and we might have saved the world. Ghost Child, the third book in the amazing Ghost War series. Get it today!

Eric ‘Smith.’ Eric means “ever lord” in Norse. He was either a devil or an angel or… a hell of a lot more. Two days ago, I’d seen him send a man straight to hell. Afterwards, I’d screamed at him, pummeled him with my fists, and pushed him out of the stables. Yesterday, I’d apologized. By looking up to the sky and talking. — Ghost Cry, the fourth book in the amazing Ghost War series. Get it today!

Smith and I were standing in the darkness, far enough away from everyone that we couldn’t be heard. “Rose,” Smith said to me. He looked at me, his expression… unreadable. He stepped toward me, grabbed me by the arm. “It’s time to spread your wings.” “What?” “Wings?” “Yes, Rose,” Smith said. “You’re no longer an angel. You couldn’t be and defeat a demon.” There was something in his tone. Pride. Longing. Surprise. “You couldn’t be and make an angel. Angels.”

Just so you know, it sucks being dead. Even if you’re a ghost. But I’d come back to life twice. Smith had warned me, had told me that there were rules, even for angels. I’m fourteen. I’m still getting acquainted with rules. Because, as I had recently discovered, when you’re fourteen, you think you’ll live forever. That bullets won’t hurt you, that helicopters can explode over you and you’ll be okay. You won’t.

It takes a nuke to kill a demon. Only... Eric "Smith" was holding the demon captive when he detonated the nuke. So… he’s dust. My name is Rose Tyler Flores. I see ghosts. I am an angel. I've even got the wings to prove it! So, come heaven or hell, I'm going to get Eric back. Because I can't live without him! The stunning next book in the Ghost War series!