The Demonic Realms Series by SJ Sanders

As a child I was told that, when a witch dies, it’s not like the death of any other mortal. The magic that is released with our souls is potent, because a witch is both of this world and not, descended from copulation between humans with other beings. For this reason, we are not entirely beholden to this place, though we belong to the human race, but we are confined here to our birth realm by the gods’ decree... moreAs a child I was told that, when a witch dies, it’s not like the death of any other mortal. The magic that is released with our souls is potent, because a witch is both of this world and not, descended from copulation between humans with other beings. For this reason, we are not entirely beholden to this place, though we belong to the human race, but we are confined here to our birth realm by the gods’ decree. Only death offers a potential moment of freedom, and therefore is guarded most carefully. For a witch on the loose, without an anchor forcing her back into the control of the mortal world, is a potentially dangerous thing. It is for this reason that elites of the Thanatos choir are assigned to escort the souls of witches. They offer peace and respite in their embrace, but I know it is a trap. Freedom exists in the non-corporeal realms for a witch powerful and daring enough to escape their thanatos. And that witch will be me, Leanna Wyld. Transported to the demonic realms by the aid of my familiar, I find my escape from the bindings of the mortal cycle and relish the new freedom that these new realms offer. But there are new rules to learn, and new dangers that await around every turn, and untamable desires. Fire Lord Noxiel, a demon born into the world by the goddess Nyx, is the best and worst of this world: danger and desire. Ancient and powerful, he is temptation determined to capture me within his web of passion, but has secrets and agenda of his own. I know I cannot trust this demon lord who offers me protection, but I have little choice because this world has taught me a truth that I hadn’t known. A witch may escape but one who dares will be pursued, and now the hunt is on for my soul. Can I trust Noxiel enough to evade the thanatos or will the fates finally catch up to me once and for all. less

A presence haunts Naomi, one that calls to her, whispers to her. It is a call that she can’t resist as it returns night after night, nor the scarred demon who has invaded her dreams... moreA presence haunts Naomi, one that calls to her, whispers to her. It is a call that she can’t resist as it returns night after night, nor the scarred demon who has invaded her dreams. Deathly pale and possessing a frighteningly inhuman appearance, she ought to be afraid of him—but then why does she feel this pull toward him? Can she look past his scars and frightening visage to see the heart of the male within? And can she discover the truth about herself and the presence of the demon before her time runs out? Condemned to self-exile and badly scarred in consequence of his decisions, Gralius is irresistibly pulled to a witch not assigned to his keeping. She is not his responsibility, and yet he finds that he is willing to do anything to save the female who has captivated his mind, heart, and soul. This novella was previously published in the Monster in Lost in the Dark Anthology. It has had an additional 10k added to it for rerelease. This book contains some dark death themes and graphic sex. less

The holidays are a time of joy and merriment, but it seems that fate has something different in store for me. My car not only died on route to my hometown, but it had the gall to do so in the middle of a snowstorm that came out of nowhere. Thank goodness the sound of sleighbells led me to this charming little cabin dressed in holiday cheer. It is occupied by the funniest little spirit who is all too happy to feed me. One Jakfros by name. Jakfros… Jack Frost… how quaint... moreThe holidays are a time of joy and merriment, but it seems that fate has something different in store for me. My car not only died on route to my hometown, but it had the gall to do so in the middle of a snowstorm that came out of nowhere. Thank goodness the sound of sleighbells led me to this charming little cabin dressed in holiday cheer. It is occupied by the funniest little spirit who is all too happy to feed me. One Jakfros by name. Jakfros… Jack Frost… how quaint. But what if this holiday spirit is more than it seems? What if it is a wintry demon waiting to devour me to gain a taste of the warmth of the season? And just what if I enjoy it? Is Jak my rescuer or my captor, and does my heart care? less