Detective Jake Daggers likes women who take charge—at least behind closed doors. But after a dustup at the precinct, it’s his lovely half-elf partner, Shay Steele, who’s calling the shots, and she’s no easy taskmaster.Task number one? Figure out how a whip, an ancient book of the occult, and a monstrous footprint tie into the death of a famed rock singer. His band mates are high as kites and don’t remember a thing, but the rock star’s mangled neck hints at a murder of mysterious, supernatural origins.Now Daggers and Steele must race to find the killer before nightfall. Before he can strike again. In the dark. In the quiet. In the STEELE OF THE NIGHT.

Private eye Rich Weed’s detective business isn’t doing so hot—his only cases over the past year have involved missing cats—until a smoking hot babe walks through his office door with an interesting dilemma: someone broke into her apartment, and rather than robbing her, they left something behind instead. Now Rich is back on the job, following clues that send him tumbling into waffle-loving aliens, pot-smoking hippies, and a bizarre case of religious brainwashing. As the mystery thickens, only one thing is clear: Rich’s beautiful client was lying through her teeth.

Detective Jake Daggers likes his murder investigations the way he likes his women—straightforward, easy, and with a killer body. So when his older-than-dust partner throws his back out on a goblin raid, his captain assigns him a new running mate—a sexy young half-elf by the name of Shay Steele.It seems like a match made in Daggers’ imagination, but Steele’s no pushover. She’s a powerful forensic psychic, and she’s got sass oozing out of her boots.In a debut case teeming with fire mages, foundries, and a dead guy who’s crispier than bacon, it’s pretty clear Daggers isn’t the only one getting a heaping helping of RED HOT STEELE.

Detective Jake Daggers doesn’t care for the unexpected, so he’s perfectly content when he and his half-elf partner Shay Steele’s next case seems to involve nothing more than a madman with a hammer.That’s when a dude in a purple bathrobe shows up claiming to be from the future.Now the body count’s rising, and Daggers is forced to enlist the self-professed time traveler’s help in navigating uncharted waters rife with elven prostitutes, bratty gnomes, and undiscovered magics.Can Daggers and Steele catch the killer in time, or will they have to find TIME TO STEELE?