Grimm’s End…up for preorder on iBooks!

FYI, it will be available on other retailers in a week or two.

Grimm's End


He would walk into hell for her. Hell’s not willing to let him back out.

Years have passed since Will flung himself headlong into demon central. Everyone has told Mandy he’s lost to them, but she still won’t believe it. He was her heart and soul—still is—even if he never admitted they belonged together.

When a friend is nearly torn through a rip between the worlds, Mandy gets the sign she’s hoped and prayed for. Her friend is thrust back through to safety by no other than Will himself.

With all hell breaking loose on earth, only two Grimm can be spared for the mission to retrieve their leader—Mandy and the only otherGrimm crazy enough to go with her.

Will would forget the color of the sky before he’d forget the love of all his lives. But his time is done. It’s only a matter of which demon will finally destroy him.

He never thought his final moments would be haunted by Mandy’s face. But is it a fitting punishment, or one last chance to atone for crimes he committed so long ago?

Warning: This book contains too much angst, too many secrets, and two people who long to be together. It’s also the end of a long, fun ride. Thanks for taking it.

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He remembered blue sky.
His life was so long, the eternity he’d spent here couldn’t wipe out the memories.
Not yet.
But the time would come when he would look up at the endless stretch of gray and try
to recall a time when he’d last seen anything but the dismal hues overhead. He would try
and he would fail. He knew, because he’d been in this hell before. It had been eons ago—or
so some would think—but it felt like yesterday.
Some memories fade, but when a man has walked through a specific sort of hell, he
never forgets.
The sky, though, fresh air, the feel of a soft spring rain…those things can eventually be
forgotten. For now, he stood at the mouth of the cave and remembered.
The memory he clung to now was of watching her as she moved through the snow.
She’d chosen a crossbow as her preferred weapon—they all had them after all—and she was
tackling the obstacle course he’d built for her.
The backdrop of winter-bare trees and the cerulean sky, the snow dusting up around
her as she demolished the obstacles like they were little more than child’s toys. And when
she’d finished, she’d turned to look at him with a wild grin on her face.
“Again,” she had demanded.
He’d simply nodded and rebuilt the obstacle course.
What he’d wanted, more than anything, was to cross to her and touch her.

Due out 10.27.16