Patti Larsen: 116 books

Fall From Grace “Do you know what happened to you?” Joey’s voice broke a little. Fresco shook his head. The kid nodded, like it was no big surprise. “Yeah, me either. No one seems to. We just have normal lives, you know? Then suddenly you wake up with this thing eating into you,”...

Trash Heaven has been Didi Duke’s home for as long as she can remember. The dumping ground of the galaxy provides her with everything she’s ever needed or wanted. Except, maybe, the attention of her inventor father, always busy with his next creation. Good thing he’s passed on his talents to...

Human/demon hybrid Reena of the Daeva doesn't fit in with her people. The halfbreed son of a fallen drach, Mathias lives in a cult run by his overbearing father. When fate brings them together, he must accept his abusive upbringing is closer to the truth than he's comfortable with while she is forced...

Début The world struggles around It, a back and forth seesaw of demand and denial. It flops inside Its box as the world spins, turned upside down. One of the shining, pearl-topped pins jabs Its leg. The pain is a shock. But It is unable to do anything about the agony. Gravity lets go and It...

Is it a game or is it reality? **And is it the end… or just the beginning?** WEBB-G. isn’t ready for the Soulblade scenario. He doesn’t have a choice. Memories gone, he has only his instincts to guide him. And a compulsive drive to complete what he’s started. Find...

Sydlynn Hayle is back in an all-new novella! When her Halloween party extravaganza is interrupted by an old spirit with world domination in mind, Syd must overcome a list of opponents--all of whom mean the world to her. This novella falls between book Twenty of the Hayle Coven Novels (The Last Call) and book One of the First Plane Trilogy (The Planeless) in chronology.

You’re a Witch, Right? “Okay,” I said, checking the feed on the camera next to me. “This doc is about witches, right? On the Island?” Vine nodded with her typical vibrating energy, red side buns bouncing as her green eyes glowed with over eager attention. “Right!” Like...

Guinea Pig No.3 plucked me out of my wheelchair and securely strapped me into a three point harness before I could even think to fight, not that I could have struggled much. He ignored me and left me there, carrying my folded chair out with him. I gaped, unable to breathe or think, watching...

Thanks to the traitorous ship captain who dumped her on a dust bowl of a backwater planet, Didi, the gunslinger, her cyborg crow Pip and the young thief, Bo Rylen, find themselves trapped and out of options to escape the dying world. But when the local sheriff offers an alternative, Didi finds herself...

Aburdeen Hayle has been sent to London to keep her safe during the power transfer of her family's coven. If only Burdie wasn't a magnet for danger, diving head-first into adventure at every opportunity. In this prequel trilogy to the award-winning Hayle Coven novels, the great-great-grandmother of...

Didi’s never felt so helpless as she does right now. Betrayal has led her to slavery and the loss of her gunslinger, but betrayal also offers her a new chance at freedom. When she finds herself once again on the trail of her father and mother, she encounters truths she never imagined, family with secrets of their own and a future that holds as much uncertainty as it does promise...

Stealing the Prize The artifact flared to life, the glow of it throwing so much heat through the room Aiden winced back. He caught a glimpse of his parent’s shocked faces as the glow enveloped them. As suddenly, the light vanished. He blinked, fighting to regain his night eyes as sparkles...

Didi Duke's whole life has been Trash Heaven, the garbage planet of the galaxy where she and her inventor father have lived all of her sixteen years. But when he's kidnapped for the new technology he's created, Didi's own genius drives her to go after him, with the help of her half-mech crow best...

An anxious kind of month “Any new threats against you?” Pamela seemed eager for my answer while I tsked at her. “Are you actually asking me if I’ve had any further nasty messages left in my mailbox?” There’d been more than a few since she’d gleefully published my first...