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When the local vampire coven hires him to stop an undead outbreak at the city graveyard, it sounds like money in the bank to everyone's favorite down on his luck druid, Colin McCool. But when you're cursed by an ancient fae sorceress with a score to settle, nothing is ever as it seems. Colin McCool here, otherwise known as the Junkyard Druid. Not my favorite title, but since it's my only title I guess I'm stuck with it. Seeing as how I've been dragged back into the world of the fae, I figure I may as well be of use.

As a hunter in post-apocalyptic central Texas, Scratch Sullivan has survived zombies, vampires, and rogue military units. Heck, he's even the only human ever known to go hand-to-hand with a werewolf, and survive. But what’s a man to do when the local ‘thrope pack destroys your town and abducts your best girl?

Scratch Sullivan just wanted to survive the apocalypse in peace...but when the undead bring their war right to his doorstep, it's time to ranger up and rain hell down on his enemies! It's been eight years since the bombs fell and the dead rose, and the world has become a very dangerous place. But unlike most folks, former Army Ranger Scratch Sullivan is getting by just fine. Sure, it's hell on earth, but Scratch seems to fit in. He makes his living by hunting the dead, vampires and zombies alike, with the odd revenant thrown in for good measure.

I'm Colin McCool, world-class trouble magnet and druid apprentice extraordinaire. I survived my final confrontation with the Dark Druid by the skin of my teeth. But that stunt attracted the attention of some extremely nasty gods who now consider me a threat to their very existence. Hashtag FML, amirite? Now, I'm in a race to master the ways of druid magic, all while staying one step ahead of the immortal assassins trying to kill me.

When a fae child goes missing, Colin is hired to bring him back. Now he has to crack the case, all while learning to control his shifter abilities under the watchful eye of the local werewolf alpha. But with half the pack against him and enemies at every turn, will his next misstep be his last?

Just when Agent Mendoza is settling into his new job with the shadowy paranormal law enforcement agency known as CERBERUS, he’s thrust into an investigation that has him questioning his career...and his sanity! The ghosts of Austin are angry—and some of them have gone stark raving mad. Now Agent Mendoza is following a trail of necromancy and grave-digging that’s leading him to the source of all this ectoplasmic trouble.

Agent Tony Mendoza has a sleeping problem… every time he falls asleep, he dreams of her. But it’s not any cozy, cuddly encounter his subconscious conjures, nor some kinky, carnal congress. Instead, Tony’s nights are haunted by nightmares of his supernatural stalker bleeding him dry. He’s also seeing things. Shadows flitting at the edges of his vision, cloaked figures lurking in darkened doorways, and a 7-foot-tall homeless man who accosts him and disappears. Except, the leviathan vagrant turns out to be real—and he’s killing people close to home.

One druid against the apocalypse. Hell on earth doesn’t stand a chance. Now that I’ve dealt with Badb and proven to the Celtic gods that I’m a force to be reckoned with, it’s time to address some unfinished business....

When Agent Tony Mendoza is tasked with apprehending a deadly supernatural entity, he’ll do whatever it takes to close the case—even risking his humanity in the process.

When you’re hunted by dark fae, the only option is to hunt them back! Things are going great for Colin. He’s the star of his high school baseball team, he has a killer motorcycle, and his mom’s career as an artist is finally taking off. Then, a chance encounter with a leprechaun reveals that nothing in his world is as it seems.... Soon, Colin and his friend Jesse are tasked with taking out the evil creature who cast a spell over their town, the ancient vampire known as the Avartagh. Now, they’re being hunted by the unseelie fae, “fairies” who are are deadlier, real-life versions of their fairy tale counterparts. Thus they must attempt the impossible, and save their town from the evil fae who’ve taken it over. And if Colin and Jesse don’t stop the fae, the Avartagh will destroy everyone and everything they love...and he’ll kill them in the process.

After surviving my time in the Void, I just wanted a little peace and quiet. But a pissed-off special agent from a mysterious federal agency thinks I’m to blame for a recent string of magical disasters. So to avoid indefinite incarceration, I have to go on the run.... No problem, right? I’ll just head to the wild reaches of West Texas and hide out until things blow over in Austin. Drink some brews with my buddies, sing campfire songs, do some hiking and stargazing, and chill. Or so I thought.

When a wizard tasks Colin McCool with saving his world from a post-apocalyptic future, he’ll stop at nothing to complete his mission. With the clock ticking down to oblivion, Colin must face an army of vampires and a power-crazed magician, who could end the young druid and his world.

When a rookie monster hunter disappears while investigating a series of suspicious murders, druid enforcer Colin McCool is called in to find his young friend and stop the killings. But when his new allies betray him, he'll be forced use every skill at his disposal to evade capture and locate the young hunter...before time runs out for them both!

Something sinister lurks in the shadows of Austin, Texas—and it hungers for blood. Agent Mendoza’s superiors say it’s a vamp, and to let the local coven handle their own messes. Despite their orders, Tony Mendoza can’t leave well enough alone. That’s because he’s seen things—dark, deadly creatures, the kind that make you want to keep the lights on at night. He knows what it’s like to be hunted, and he can’t simply stand by when innocent lives are at stake.

Colin and Click are headed back from the Hellpocalypse timeline when things go sideways, and they end up somewhere they were never supposed to be. Soon Colin is recruited by none other than The Fat Man himself and tasked with saving Christmas in a small Texas town that's plagued by allies of Krampus. Is Santa really just a jolly old fat man? How much trouble can a few gankerl be? Do lederhosen make Colin's butt look fat? Can Colin save Christmas? Get answers to these questions and more in this wacky Christmas fantasy fiction installment in the Junkyard Druid Novellas series.

The goddess Fuamnach kidnapped me when I was a child, she taught me magic, then she made me her assassin and slave. If that was all she did to me, I might’ve escaped and let it pass. But she changed me—in ways I still don’t completely understand.

I thought that learning magic from a druid master was tough, but that was before I started taking lessons from an insane quasi-god. For six long months, I’ve been suffering under Click’s tutelage, boning up on my magic skills so I can survive the wrath of several Celtic gods and find a cure for my druid mentor, Finnegas. It’s my fault that the old man is hanging on by a thread, and I’m determined to save his life.

Some oaths are written in blood. Others in magic. After walking away from both, ex-druid Colin McCool finds himself ensnared in a faery queen's web of blackmail and revenge. Rule #1 of being a druid: Never, EVER make deals with the Fae. I'm Colin McCool, and the last time I dealt with the Fae, it cost me everything. Since then, I've been hiding behind scrap iron and protective spells, pretending the supernatural world doesn't exist. No magic. No fae. No exceptions.

I go by Crowley, no last name. The Fae took that from me when they tore me from my crib and turned me into a creature of blood and shadow. My kidnappers raised me, taught me magic, and made me their Hound. For years I served them, but a cur can only be brought to heel for so long. I've broken my chains by betraying my adoptive mother, the powerful sorceress Fuamnach. Since then, her assassins have been hunting me - but I’ll cut a swathe of destruction through them if it means gaining back a piece of the humanity they stole from me. Vengeance will have to do.

I’ve been known by many names...Junkyard Druid. Justiciar. God-Killer. And now, Trickster. That’s because I’ve thrown my lot in with the Trickster Gods’ Local #113. This merry band of defecation-stirring deities and demigods includes the likes of Sun Wukong, Loki, Heyoka, and the immortal magician formerly known as Gwydion—who happens to be my mentor.