SURPRISED BY A SUPERNATURAL START
DAME OF THE MIDNIGHT RELICS BOOK 1
In a world where the threads of reality fray and unravel like a well-worn tapestry, my life is abruptly woven into a tangled mess of fate.
The cost of my transformation is greater than I could have imagined. A cataclysmic upheaval shakes the foundation of my entire family, threatening to tear us apart. The toll nearly claims my beloved husband's life, pushing the boundaries of our endurance to their very limits. Unfortunately, I cannot escape this ethereal web of fate. Thrust into a role I never asked for, I have no choice but to evolve until I become a guardian of relics. I will carry the weight of ancient powers and hidden truths like a sentinel in a world teetering on the precipice of chaos, or I will perish while trying.
To protect those I hold dear, I accept a task as treacherous as dancing with a witch's curse, as daunting as taming a raging storm. Desperately racing against time to construct a sanctuary for the mystical artifacts that hold the key to both salvation and destruction is as much to safeguard my loved ones as it is to protect the antiquities themselves. With the most precious lives hanging in the balance, I simply cannot afford to fail.
As I journey through realms both arcane and familiar, I grapple with the burden of my destiny. The mundane and the mystical clash deep within me, testing my resolve and unraveling everything I thought to be real about my ordinary life. Armed with endless love, determination, and a touch of sarcasm, I press onward, seeking answers to my questions and untangling the secrets knitted within the ancient remains I'm now compelled to protect.
My name is Nylah, and this is the story of how the goddess Artemis saw fit to turn my life upside down by shaping my magical being into a Relic Keeper.
COMBATING THE SIREN SONG
DAME OF THE MIDNIGHT RELICS BOOK 2
For anyone who thinks midlife is for sipping tea and taking it slow, I have terrible news. And I've only just begun to untangle the mess that fate left at my doorstep...
I've barely settled into my new supernatural midlife with another call drops in about a missing relic. And putting the finishing touches on my Sanctum will have to wait, as this is no everyday, run-of-the-mill artifact. Oh, no. This is a Siren Song, straight from the treasure trove of a Balinese clan.
And as my never-ending bad luck would have it, the Song has fallen into the hands of a clueless mundie. There are worse places to jet off to, of course. Bali is beautiful, but I can't stay long. My whirlwind chase is quickly redirected to the bustling streets of New York City. But my rollercoaster ride to secure the relic doesn't stop there. Up and down the entire east coast, I pursue the mischievous Siren Song. And the Siren Song gleefully leaves a trail of supernatural chaos in its wake.
Soon, I'm having very real doubts about my ability to be the Relic Keeper. Whatever Artemis saw in me, I can safely say I am not certain that I see in myself.
The clock is ticking louder than ever, and my cup of choice is no longer just tea. With the artifact's power swiftly growing, it won't be long before I'm out of my depth and unable to secure it. I call in reinforcements in the form of my two best friends, but I'm still not confident that we can retrieve this mesmerizing relic before it ensnares the entire nation.
Get ready for a wild magical ride filled with unexpected twists, hairpin turns, and some supernatural mayhem you simply won't believe!
DEFENDING THE PHOENIX FLAME
DAME OF THE MIDNIGHT RELICS BOOK 3
The stakes are the highest they've ever been when fate decides now is the time for me to start a wild phoenix chase...
I'm still not sure I'm meant to be Relic Keeper but the work is never-ending. What's on the agenda now? A call for help from Phoebe that sends me and my trusty sidekicks into action. The Emberflare phoenix clan is missing a very important relic. And while the circumstances are mysterious at best and nefarious at worst, the most important thing is that we retrieve it. And this is no ordinary knick-knack. It's the Phoenix Flame itself!
So much for the safety and security of their entire clan.
As our mission takes us from the secretive phoenix clan lands, where every winged wonder seems to know everyone's business, to the chilly tundras that can freeze your magic socks off, I find myself talking icy creatures out of turning us into powerful popsicles each day. Then comes the twist we never saw coming.
False accusations, endless chaos, and enough mayhem to make any sane person go nuts follow us from one frozen realm to the next. Now it's obvious this artifact adventure isn't as straightforward as it seemed.
But how do we find out who is behind this whole mess before the relic falls into the wrong talons? One wrong move and we'll create a phoenix-sized catastrophe that will leave us all burning with regret!
SEARCHING FOR THE KEY TO ATLANTIS
DAME OF THE MIDNIGHT RELICS BOOK 4
Family
always comes first, until fate decides that an artifact in peril simply can't wait for my kids to not need me...
Just when I thought I could sneak in some R&R with my two lovely daughters in beautiful Greece, my relentless Relic Keeper alarm bells start ringing. So much for the sweet sounds of a family
vacation. Duty simply won't stop calling.
Maisy and Amelie, my little chips-off-the-old-block, feel the urgency too. What's a magical mom to do? Against my better judgment, I let 'em tag along on a little relic rescue mission. They won't
be children forever, and they should understand what fate keeps asking me to do.
Our quest takes us on a whirlwind adventure through the gorgeous Greek mountains, where ancient monsters that I thought only existed in myths wait to battle with me at every turn. What I wouldn't
give to catch a break!
But vanquishing mythological beasts is just the beginning of this mission, and soon we're wearing our professor hats and diving deep into discussions with some university scholars. Can we unravel
the missing relic's mystery? Not without my partners in crime. To save the day, I dial up Kaiya and Aeira, who quickly come charging in to help. Turns out some wicked witch is using the Key to
Atlantis to make the city her own, and there's no one else to stop her.
Relaxing with my daughters will simply have to wait, but at least they're watching three strong women save the supernatural world.
DAME OF THE MIDNIGHT RELICS BOOK 5
You’d think I could get through one holiday season without some magical catastrophe looming over my head. But no, instead of cozying up with hot cocoa and pretending I don’t see the glitter explosion my kids call “decorating,” I get a phone call. Turns out, some relic is threatening to drain every ounce of Christmas magic from the world. Just your average holiday crisis, right?
Now, I’m flying around on my pegasus, Brylan, dodging demons, and trying to track down this ancient artifact before some power-hungry maniac turns the world into a festive black hole. My friends and I are on a countdown to save the holidays—between prepping for family dinners and avoiding another house explosion, naturally.
Who needs jingle bells when you’ve got a sword, a sassy team of witches, and a serious lack of sleep? If you’re in the mood for magic, mayhem, and holiday madness, then welcome to my life. Grab your eggnog. It’s about to get festive and fierce.
FERRETING OUT THE SHADOWVEIL AMULET
DAME OF THE MIDNIGHT RELICS BOOK 6
It's one thing to battle blazes as a firefighter in the breathtaking Blue Ridge Mountains, but it's entirely another when the fire itself has a taste for magic and mayhem...
The day started with what I'd call an average "Save the Trees" episode—except these trees come with their own dark, twisty secrets etched into their bark. So here I am, Nylah, part-time relic hunter, full-time sarcasm wielder, knee-deep in ashes trying to figure out why magical runes are decorating my wildfire. My partner-in-crime, Kaiya, and I are no strangers to the supernatural, but let's just say it's not every day your average wildfire doubles as a rune-inscribed puzzle box.
Cue the magical link to Aeira, our resident Fae and elemental whiz, because clearly, this is above my pay grade. While she's usually good for a spell or six to clear things up, today's advice is more "watch out for dark magic" than "here’s how to extinguish enchanted fires." Super helpful, right?
As we dodge flaming branches and smoke thicker than the plot of this mystery, we’re piecing together clues that suggest something—or someone—with a flair for the dramatic and a desire for destruction is toying with us. And not in the fun, "let's play a game of magical hide and seek" kind of way.
So here's the deal: stick with me through a tale of fire, magic, and family drama as thick as the smoke surrounding Asheville. We've got runes, relics, and a possible supernatural arsonist on our hands. Just grab a frosty beverage first; it’s going to be a hot one.
DAME OF THE MIDNIGHT RELICS BOOK 7
Just when I thought I could finally take a break, sip a margarita and soak up some blissfully normal sun -- BOOM! -- duty calls...
Imagine me relaxing in a lounge chair when I first learn a regal scepter has fallen into the dangerously wrong hands. But as my frozen drink begins to melt, there's no time for me to waste springing back into action because this scepter is anything but ordinary. Would you settle for just a cursed bracelet when you could have a divine stick that hands out blessings and curses like candy on Halloween? Of course you wouldn't. And neither would the tainted witch who's wielding it.
With my trusty sidekicks in tow, we high-tail it to Boston, and immediately encounter a warlock who can't decide whether he'd like to be our worst enemy or our next ally. But that's okay, because we're not giving up -- or going back to the pool -- until the scepter is secured.
In no time at all Aeira, Kaiya, and I are stirring up a plan when we're forced to add a couple of demons, a pinch of Dark Fae, and stir in an angel who's got more cryptic advice than a fortune cookie. What could possibly go wrong? Well, everything, obviously.
Now it's a race through the historical city streets dodging magical backstabs and decoding celestial mumbo-jumbo while I wrestle to keep one hand on my magic and the other on my sarcasm. Because if I'm going to save the world yet again, you better believe I'm cracking some jokes and making fun of everything I can while I'm at it.
Join me, Nylah, as I navigate chaotic allies, treacherous relics, and the fine line between myth and Monday madness. Because there's no such thing as a quiet life when it's your job to chase ancient power in the shadows of Beantown.
SNATCHING THE CHRONOS HOURGLASS
DAME OF THE MIDNIGHT RELICS BOOK 8
My name is Nylah Gilbert, and my work-life balance is absolutely shot.
By day, I'm a firefighter dealing with ordinary emergencies like kitchen fires and idiots who think fireworks belong indoors. By night, I'm apparently the universe's go-to girl for hunting down ancient artifacts that want to murder everyone.
Because naturally, when my grandmother's antique watch starts having a temporal breakdown and clockwork beetles invade my living room, someone thought, "Hey, let's dump this on the middle-aged mom who's already juggling a full-time job, teenage daughters, and a husband who turns furry once a month."
Thanks, universe. Really feeling the love here.
Now I've got fragments of some godly hourglass burning holes in my bag, my husband's been yeeted into another timeline, and my girls are casting spells between homework assignments like it's totally normal. Did I mention the fanatical cult trying to rewrite history? Because that's apparently my weekend now.
The Brotherhood thinks they can use the Chronos Hourglass to "cleanse" the world of technology. What they're actually going to do is turn everyone into medieval peasants while they play god with the timeline. Over my dead body.
I've got my best friends Kaiya and Aeira watching my back, a Pegasus who's seen some serious stuff, and enough magical firepower to level a city block. The universe picked the wrong part-time Relic Keeper to mess with.
Time's running out—literally—and if I don't stop these lunatics before dawn, Washington D.C. becomes ground zero for the apocalypse. No pressure or anything.
Good thing I've always been better at putting out fires than starting them. Though at this point, I might have to burn down half the world to save it.
Snatching the Chronos Hourglass - because when time goes sideways, someone's got to clock out and save the world.
DAME OF THE MIDNIGHT RELICS BOOK 9
Being a Relic Keeper is never simple, but this time I might be in over my head.
When a mysterious artifact called Gaia's Heartstone goes missing from a secretive coven in Michigan's Upper Peninsula, I'm called in to retrieve it—because that's what I do. But containing dangerous magical relics before they cause catastrophic damage is never easy, and something is definitely off about this new job.
Glowing groundwater, plants aging decades in hours, and random gravity wells are just the appetizers on this smorgasbord of magical chaos. I'm also up against the Sisters of the Northern Pines who aren't telling me everything. And heir leader Sylvia has secrets darker than the ancient forests she protects.
There's just no such thing as a simple assignment in this business.
With my best friends Kaiya and Aeira by my side, we're diving into a centuries-old conspiracy and nothing is as it seems. The Heartstone isn't just a magical trinket—it's alive, it's choosing sides, and it might just select me as its new vessel. Did I mention relic keeping doesn't come with hazard pay?
I've handled treacherous artifacts before, but this one threatens to reshape the very earth beneath our feet. And I'm beginning to think containing it might require a sacrifice I'm not prepared to make.
If I fail, it won't just be Michigan's wilderness that pays the price—the magical balance of the entire world hangs in the balance. No pressure, right?
RETRIEVING THE STORMCALLER'S HORN
DAME OF THE MIDNIGHT RELICS BOOK 10
My name is Nylah Gilbert, and I thought I was done with ancient artifacts trying to kill me for at least a month. Apparently, I was wrong.
When a Category 5 hurricane suddenly reverses directions and heads straight for the North Carolina coast, I know it’s not just Mother Nature having a bad day. The storm’s moving in perfect patterns, lightning strikes in identical zigzag sequences, and witnesses swear they saw someone playing a massive horn in the hurricane’s eye. Because that’s totally normal weather behavior.
Now I’m tracking down the Storm Caller’s Horn—an ancient Inuit relic that can control weather patterns across entire continents—while trying to hide my Relic Keeper abilities from every supernatural predator on the East Coast. But flying under the magical radar is impossible when I need to recover the horn from the museum curator who stole it while being possessed by the vengeful spirit of a long-dead Inuit shaman. You try negotiating with someone who’s been dead for over a century and is understandably pissed that his people’s sacred artifact was pilfered by some Victorian grave robber.
Oh, and did I mention the icebergs full of frozen corpses that are currently floating toward the Outer Banks? Yeah, I didn’t know that could happen either.
My best friends Kaiya and Aeira are with me, as usual, which means we’ll either save the Eastern seaboard from a magical ice age or die spectacularly trying. My husband Arjun thinks I’m having a midlife crisis, my teenage daughters are stress-baking their way through my ethereal emergencies, and some organization called Northwind Acquisitions really wants to add the Storm Caller’s Horn to their private collection.
The good news? I’ve got seven days to return the horn to the Arctic before ancient weather spirits break free and turn the Atlantic coast into a popsicle.
The bad news? Everything else, obviously.
Time to save the world again. I really need a vacation.
