Mia Monroe

His undead ex is hellbent on dragging him to a premature afterlife. It's my job to save him without getting us both killed. Aster I'm dead. Or at least I was. Until I got the opportunity to return to the life I was abruptly torn away from. It's a no-brainer as far as I'm concerned. I'm not done...

I want a commitment like I want a rash, so why can't I get the bossy twink with pretty lips and plenty of snark out of my head? Anyone who spends time with me knows two things. One: If I want something, I get it, which is how I end up back in my old college haunts, buying a dilapidated bar with...

After centuries alone, he enters my life and turns my world upside down. We have a shared mission, and it's our future at stake. My life is predictable, steady, and simple. I spend my time recruiting and training the newly departed to the Soul Chasers Society, the group dedicated to ridding the...

He's haunted, broken, and losing his grip on reality. If I can't save him, it could mean the difference between life and death. Mine. After decades of soul chasing, I've learned the hard way that the only way to be effective is to keep your feelings out of it, no matter how appealing and...

Helping him explore his attraction to men was supposed to be no-strings fun, not turn me into a whipped puppy dog, but here we are. The college twink scene is wearing on me. Sure, it works out for a no-commitment guy like myself, but the constant drama and nameless rotation of pretty boys in and...

Maybe asking my burly golden retriever contractor to be my fake fiancé was a bad idea. But as the saying goes, desperate times and all that. Listen, getting married again sounds about as fun as a shopping spree in a dumpster, so dating is definitely off the table. I've resisted Oakley's...