Sombra Demons

He says his name is Malphas, that he’s something called a Sombra demon, and I’m his mate. Monster, demon…whatever he is, his muscles are bigger than my head, and that club between his legs…. I don’t know if mate means the same thing to him as it does me, but he’s gotta be kidding.

What if your imaginary friend was real? Then again, Nox was never as imaginary as he was supposed to be, and while I thought of him as my friend, he watched over me because he knew we were meant to be more than that. He knew that we were fated. Me? I had no freaking clue, but that made sense. The last time I saw him I was 12. He was a shadow monster who kept me safe. But, like all imaginary friends, he was just gone one day. And, as I grew up, I forgot all about Nox.

I didn’t mean to steal the book—but I did… and now I’m in big, big trouble. The moment I convinced one of my loyal customers to buy the leather-bound spellbook, I regretted it. At first I thought it was because I could’ve gotten more than fifty dollars for it—money that would’ve come in handy while I was on vacay—but while I was on the beach, all I kept thinking about was the book. It called to me for some weird reason, and when I got Shannon’s message that she had a question about it, I hoped that meant she would let me buy it back. Nope. She wanted to know where I got it from.

Fated to the Phantom is the fourth book in the Sombra Demons series. It tells the story of Hope and Sammael, an anxious librarian and the mage-turned-phantom who is trying to catch her attention—and her heart.

I’m used to getting all sorts of fan mail — but a spellbook? After an incident on tour leaves me cooped up in my penthouse apartment, on 'vocal rest' for the unforeseen future with only my grumpy pet cat for company this weekend, I’m desperate for a distraction. At my manager’s suggestion, I do something I haven’t done in ages: I go through my fan mail. There was enough of it to keep me occupied until she comes back on Monday… but I only get through one bag before I find a package addressed to me. To me. Not my stage name. Not the name I’ve gone by since I was sixteen, but my real name.