I thought opening the gates between realms would be more straight-forward. But the supernaturals who want to keep the gateways closed forever just keep attacking. I’m exhausted. Unfortunately, treacherous elves and double-dealing shifters aren’t the only threat looming.
The only thing keeping me from my sexy vampire friend’s bed – besides a dire warning from my best witchy friend – is that he’s definitely hiding something that could spell disaster for my quest and my heart. He warned me he’d pay any price to recover the sword he carried for almost a thousand years. It never occurred to me that my freedom might be part of the deal.
Between the nasty dungeon, the webs of lies, and the zombie army rising in New Orleans, my hands are way too full to deal with betrayal. Opening the sixth gate is an appointment I can’t miss if I don’t want the world – and myself – to burn...
Amy Cissell is a USA Today Bestselling Author of urban fantasy and paranormal romance novels. She lives in Porto, Portugal with three cats (Frank aka Franklin aka Franklin Delamew Catsevelt aka Frank the Tank, Giles aka Rupurrrt Giles aka Gilly Giles aka Dummy, and Loki aka Lokster aka Loki von Lokenstein aka Dumbass aka STOP THAT RIGHT NOW OMG WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?), her amazing teenager, and her husband (urban fantasy author extraordinaire C. Thomas Lafollette).
Amy is a witch and atheistic pagan with practices rooted in Norse and Celtic traditions. She has more tarot and oracle decks than she knows what to do with (although you can pry them from her cold, dead hands, and she's probably out shopping for more RIGHT NOW) and desperately needs more magic rocks.
In addition to writing a heapload of apocalypse-heavy fantasy, Amy co-hosts the Cliffhangers and Cocktails podcast with Shéa MacLeod.
She’d definitely climb into the back of a windowless van for free champagne, and loves well-timed puns, cozy evenings with a good book, and a family Minecraft session.
Although she reads anything and everything, her first love has always been fantasy. Amy was raised in Narnia and Prydain and Valdemar, but it wasn't until she was 11 and 'borrowed' her father's copy of The Hobbit that her enduring love affair with fantasy (ok, ok - you caught her - the love affair was mostly with dragons) was born.