The Case of the Cupid Curse & The Case of the Wicked Wolf are re-released today in one volume.

Dates for the diary:

Wednesday 7 October – End Street 1&2
in ebook and paperback – re-release

Thursday 5 November – End Street 3&4 in ebook and paperback – re-release

Sunday 22 November – End Street 5 – The Case of the Purple Pearl is a BRAND NEW
End Street story and will be released in e-book.


Case of The Cupid Curse

Sam Enderson is a human detective who inherits a building from where his
Uncle used to run a detective agency. He finds himself working for paranormal
creatures despite his resolve to stick with humans only. To supplement his
income as a new PI Sam rents out rooms in the large house.

Bob is a vampire and turns up on Sam's doorstep to rent a room. Sparks fly and
Sam is attracted to the vampire despite himself.

Sam is cursed by a witch, and has two cases landing on his desk. Werewolves,
annoying ghosts and a grumpy gargoyle are enough to drive Sam mad. But somehow
in amongst all of this he has to find a missing fae and a missing shifter

Case of the Wicked Wolf

Naiads, humans, sirens and a challenge for Alpha make up the intricate
story in the race to rescue the missing children.

Sam and Bob have more than just the case of one lost child to handle. Not only
is Shelby Hartman missing, but other paranormal children have disappeared. The
race to rescue the children is hampered by naiads, humans, sirens and a
challenge for Alpha.

Hartman Hunter is desperate to find his daughter. He turns to the demon Danjal
Naamah for help. The problem is that Danjal is the only person Hartman has ever
loved—the man he let go for the sake of the pack…

Competition to win $15
Amazon/Are giftcard, and 2 further prizes of RJ Scott or Amber’s e-books –
closes 14th October at 00:01 GMT (London)


Excerpt – The Case of the Cupid Curse
The vampire watched Sam with a
wary look. “What are you?”

Why does everyone keep asking me that?

“I’m human, okay? Just human.” Sam scowled at the vampire.

“No human has ever shattered my glamor.” The vampire sounded thoughtful, and
his appraising look unnerved Sam.

“Well, good for me.” Sam folded his arms. He might not like paranormals, but he
knew enough about vampires and their way of controlling people to know he didn’t
want that within six feet of him. “I’m not going to rent a room to someone who
tried to glamor me. You might as well go.”

The vampire smiled. “My name is Bob.”

A snort of laughter burst out of Sam. “Your name isn’t Bob.”

The vampire tilted his head, and his eyes glowed with amusement. “How do you

“Because I just had a witch tell me not to share my name with a paranormal so I
doubt you would be telling me your real name.”

Bob grabbed Sam’s wrist. His grip was firm, and instinctively Sam yanked his
arm to try to break the vampire’s hold. “There was a witch here?” Bob snapped
urgently. “What did she look like?”

“A witch.” What did it matter what she looked like? “She was old, crony, and
witchy. You know—” He gestured expansively with his free hand— “A witch.”

“What did she want?” Bob still hadn’t let go of his wrist. The vampire didn’t
know his own strength. One last tug and Bob finally let him loose. Idly, Sam
rubbed at the sore skin burn.

“From what she said, werewolf bones.”

Bob scanned the room as if he expected the witch to jump out of the wall or
something. “Never trust a witch and never, ever, tell a witch your real

“Okay, um… Bob.” Sam could barely hold back the laughter building inside

“My real name is Roberto, but I go by Bob,” Bob finally said. “Vampires don’t
have last names outside a coven. Your last name reveals the group you belong
to. I am an independent.”

Sam couldn’t hold back the laugh inside him. Dire warnings about witches aside,
he couldn’t wrap his head around a badass vampire calling himself Bob. Hell, a
vampire named Bob. That was wrong on so many levels.

“Vampires are supposed to be sexy. There’s nothing sexy about a Bob,” Sam
finally managed to say without laughing. Why he cared what the vampire called
himself, he didn’t know, but there was no way he was going to call a vampire

Bob seemed to forget his need to warn Sam about witches and names and instead
pulled Sam into his arms. Evidently he had returned to his first agenda. “I’m
sure I can convince you I’m sexy,” he drawled. What was it about this
man—vampire, whatever—feeling like he could manhandle him at every turn?

Sam narrowed his eyes at the vampire. The man might be the sexiest thing Sam
had ever seen, but he wasn’t going to admit it…

Damn. He had just thought that. And damn—Bob had heard him. Shit. Bob was
definitely smirking.

“Do you have a multiple personality disorder or something? You bounce around
more than anyone I’ve ever met. From scary vampire to smirking idiot in a

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closes 14th October at 00:01 GMT (London)

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