LISA SILVERTHORNE, an award-winning bestselling author, has published over 25 novels and more than 150 short stories, novelettes, and novellas. Known for her vivid prose and captivating characters, she strives to write heartfelt, magical, and impassioned stories. She is the author of A Game of Lost Souls, an irreverent fallen angel romantasy series, The Spiral, a dark fantasy series, The Resurrectionist Papers, a fantasy mystery series, and Curse and Crown, a new steamy romantasy suspense series releasing in September 2024.

Her short fiction has appeared in publications from: DAW Books, Fiction River, Roc Books, WMG Publishing, Prime Books, and Pulphouse Magazine where she is a regular contributor. Discover more at LisaSilverthorne.com.

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Grave Reckoning by Lisa Silverthorne

Left for dead in a mass grave he awoke immortal.

Commanding rare magics. With no memory of who he is.

Solving crimes brings him closer to the truth.

Bounty Hunter, Greysen "Blade" Mallory can find anything—except his lost memories and missing past. Left for dead in a London mass grave in 1726, he awoke immortal with a command of rare magics but no manual.

When he's hired to pursue a bounty on the Oregon Coast, Greysen awakes to find a dead man and local police scouring his bungalow for clues. Including beautiful, eagle-eyed Detective Harlowe Keller who labels him a person of interest. Professionally and personally.

Forced to work together, Greysen, his ghost cat Empress, and Keller search for a killer raising the dead all along the coast as a magical war rages between the self-absorbed goddess Hecate and the quirky god of Death. The killer has clues to the fabled resurrectionist papers, documents that may hold information about Greysen's past. As blood magic begins to appear in dangerous and public places, Greysen Mallory and Detective Keller wage their own war to stop the destruction.

Grave Reckoning is the first book in The Resurrectionist Papers, a romantic paranormal mystery/suspense series featuring immortal bounty hunter, Greysen Mallory and former army sniper, Detective Harlowe Keller who solve crimes despite a host of immortals warring for territory on the Oregon Coast.

CURATOR'S NOTE

Lisa Silverthorne has forgotten more about cats than I've ever known. She currently lives with three, including a tortie named Bella who runs the household. Lisa has written hundreds of short stories and more novels than I can count. She's always one of my go-to writers no matter what project I'm doing. You'll see why here. – Kristine Kathryn Rusch

 
 

BOOK PREVIEW

Excerpt

The knock at the front door startled me into the present.

Empress meowed and stretched, floating a foot above the bed, her long ghost fur speckled black, cream, and red tortoiseshell. She was the reason the Angry Widow's first mate fell off the main sail. No one knew where the fluffy tortoiseshell ghost cat had come from, but she took a liking to me and followed me off the ship to America.

And I'd been back and forth from England to America ever since.

The knock became insistent as I grabbed a pair of blue joggers and pulled them on over my black boxer briefs. My light blond hair was disheveled as I passed the hallway mirror lit by the red and blue flash of police lights and moved toward the front door.

A fist pounded the door now. Shaking it. Hard.

"Andy?" I muttered. "About bloody time you got here."

But the muffled voice beyond the door didn't belong to Andy Keane, the bail jumper I'd been hired to hunt. Which had turned into me trying to help him disappear. Bloke had been terrified when I spoke with him at the Portland airport. And not about jumping bail.

About something supernatural.

"Oregon State Police," a loud voice shouted from outside. "Open this door! Now!"

Oregon State Police? I'd only gotten into my letted bungalow a short while ago.

I glanced behind me at the microwave clock as I reached for the doorknob. It was four thirty-one in the bloody morning—I'd been here an hour. Like I was just sitting around waiting for rozzers to show up. Instead of sleeping.

I jerked open the door and almost got a truncheon in the face.