The Bad Magic Historical Fantasy Series

Bad Magic
and Whiskey

She swore off death magic a decade ago. Now her family's survival depends on breaking that promise.

I've been pretending I'm not the most dangerous woman in the West. No more riding deaths. No more drinking in the Animus of the dying to fuel my magic. Just a failing Colorado homestead in 1880 and the family I'd burn the world down to protect.

Then the Bureau of Magical Investigation comes knocking with an offer I can't refuse. Women are dying in Las Vegas, New Mexico. Their very souls stolen. I'm the only expert in death magic this side of the Mississippi. And the money would save everything I have left.

Simple reconnaissance becomes a conspiracy of stolen souls, cursed whiskey, and a dead man I helped put down—resurrected as something worse.

The only person who's ever known exactly what I am rides into the fire beside me. And when I lose him, I understand: the only way to stop what's coming is to become the monster I swore I'd buried.

The question isn't whether I'll use my power.
It's whether I'll be able to stop.