Seventeen year old Sinta Allen has one objective, to get from Tallahassee, Florida to her mother in Ann Arbor, Michigan. Seems simple enough right? Wrong. Hostile aliens have invaded Earth-and it doesn't take a rocket scientist to know that we're losing the fight. While the aliens bring devastation and destruction and take people away to God knows where in their spaceships, Sinta, along with some of her classmates must rely on their survival instincts, a little luck and each other if they want to survive the venture across the country. The last thing she needs is for Wade, her school friend...

We're at war against the aliens that have invaded Earth, fighting the only way we can-by surviving. I have more than most people do, but although I know it's stupid to hold on, I can't let go of what might have been-can't help dreaming of something more. No matter how I tell myself it would be easier to do what everyone else wants me to, there's a part of me that can't give in. Making the best of the situation is one thing. Settling, even to make other people happy, is something else. Then we hear the alien mother ships have disappeared. Of course we have to go and investigate. What we find...

What does a woman have to do to prove she belongs in the Undercity? Sure, I'm unclassed and only half paranormal, but that doesn't mean I can't solve cases. Since the established PI's won't acknowledge my right to a territory, I'm taking jobs from whoever will hire me, doing what I do best...proving myself to be a bad-ass problem solver. Which is how I find myself breaking into Zaid's house, looking for a talisman my witch client says the very powerful vampire stole. Now, I can make flowers grow, hear the wind's whispers and talk to animals, but I don't have the gift of seeing the future. If...

I've solved cases for the most powerful Vampire in the Undercity and for the Lycan Alpha, proving my worth as a PI. Despite being a half-breed and unclassed, work should be rolling in... Yet it isn't, and I don't know why. And as if that's not stressful enough, my mom starts acting so weird it makes me suspicious. Friends say she's just starting to live a little-maybe even, ugh, found a boyfriend-but I'm not sure. So what's a PI to do? Investigate, of course. I mean, come on, Momma's taken care of me my whole life. Now it's up to me to make sure she's okay. What I discover is so outrageous it...