When I quit my job as a fake fortuneteller to become the Oracle, of course the job had strings attached. Olympic-sized strings.
A modern epic of Homeric proportions with action, adventure, and ibuprofen chasers
Just when I thought I had it all, something foul is afoot in Milagro Bay.
On our morning run, Cerberus retrieved the unlikeliest of gifts—a foot with a limited-edition sneaker that could belong to none other than Lucky Joey, one of Carlo’s crew.
Worse than the murder of my ex’s erstwhile friend, Luke is missing.
My enemies wanted me out of the picture, and they’re about to get it with two more murders that point to me as the culprit.
The witches of Milagro Bay, my newfound family, Hermes, and my friends on the Supernatural Council all have my back, but what if we can’t prove that I didn’t do it?
As we’re trying to prove my innocence, evidence has piled up that I had accomplices—namely harpies and shifters. The council itself and their involvement came into question. Conspiracies about a supernatural crime ring arise.
More important than our pending arrests, what will happen without me or the council to protect this world?
We know we’re being set up, but will we be able to prove it before the entire world is in jeopardy?
When I quit my job as a fake fortuneteller to become Oracle, of course there were strings attached. Olympic-sized strings.
A modern epic of Homeric proportions with romance, belly laughs, and ibuprofen chasers
I’m adjusting to my life as Oracle with new friends, a pet monster, and a smoking hot god at my side. Things are looking up and I’m learning the ropes. Mostly.
The lights go out every time I access my oracular gift. Since the time of Pythia in Delphi, the Oracle’s worth and her life depended upon how she delivered the news to gods and kings. With Dione locked up, I can’t exactly ask her how to do it—not that I would trust her after what she did to my ancestors.
My only choice is to trust Hermes and my new friends and divulge my secret weakness. After all my ex put me through, can I do that?
While I’m searching for answers, another god seeks me out. I’m dragged to Atlantis where Poseidon reigns and the tech is fishy. When I’m there, Atlantis faces an attack. An ancient enemy of the king of sea has emerged and she’s brought friends.
Learning to do battle on the job was not something no other Oracle ever had to worry about. Good thing I’m a harpy queen and have enough bottled rage to screech across the realms, calling a winged army to my side.
Will my golden girls be enough to face the new threat while the bigger threat of breaching the gates of Tartarus looms?
When a fake fortune teller receives the gift of the Oracle, it comes with strings attached. Olympic-sized strings.
When I was a girl, my immigrant grandparents filled my head with stories about gods and monsters, and heroes going on epic journeys. They taught me to not only speak Greek but to read and write in the language. I thought I knew my heritage, my culture, my destiny.
At sixteen, I got pregnant and married. My dreams of being a hero forgotten.
The years went by so fast. Our little family shuffled from town to town, avoiding the trouble Carlo's other Family came with.
Somehow, I ended up middle-aged, broke, no husband, and no means but divination to support myself.
When Hermes offered me the position of Oracle, of course I take the deal.
I only wished I'd read the fine print before I signed. Then, I would've been prepared for the Homeric level adventure that followed!
Fans of K.F. Breene, Shannon Mayer, Lindsay Buroker, and Ilona Andrews will love this modern epic.
Twenty years ago, I stole something that could win the war between Heaven and Hell. Don't get me wrong, I'm no do-gooder. I wanted to rule everything with the King of Hell. However, I have serious qualms with killing 8 billion people in order to get what I want. He didn't. Irreconcilable differences, right?
So, I did what any self-respecting witch would do. I faked my death and hid out in the Seattle suburbs, living as a mundane. Stay at home moms are practically invisible here!
I had a good thing going until a hellhound showed up on my morning run. Guess you can't thwart the devil's machinations and get away with it forever. Time to come out of the supernatural closet and save the world. Again.
