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The Amber Lee Series eBook Bundle (Books 1-5)

The Amber Lee Series eBook Bundle (Books 1-5)

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ "It keeps you reading to find out what will happen next! I love the relationship triangle and The Who done it!"

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⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ "Omg!! This series was great. I can't wait to read the rest." ~ GOODREADS REVIEWER.

💫 Synopsis for Book 1 of the Amber Lee Series 💫

A beautiful stranger. Suspicious deaths. Magick unimaginable.

I'm not a bounty hunter, I'm not a mercenary, I'm not anyone - I'm just a loner, a weirdo, a freak. But my life is about to get turned upside down, and I have no idea what's coming.

It all starts with Damien Colt.

Where I live, everyone knows everyone else, so when someone new enters the picture, it's difficult to miss them. I should have known he was bad news, should have smelled the specter of death clinging to him like a terrible shadow, but I didn't.

Instead, I let him get close. Too close. Now I'm mixed up in business I had no right to get mixed up in, and I'm about to learn a truth about myself I'm not ready to hear. Magick is real, but it comes at a price; one I'm not ready to pay.

For most Wiccans, real magick is a dream come true. For me, this is the beginning of a nightmare.

WHAT'S INCLUDED: 5 books, over 300,000 words of tense, steamy paranormal romance.

✔ Enemies-to-lovers
✔ Slow burn
✔ Forced proximity
✔ Meaningful spice (and some not so meaningful... if you know what I mean).



Chapter 1

I couldn’t believe I had just broken it. Never in my few years as a Wiccan had I ever broken or lost any of my charms, but today I snagged my necklace on a stray nail and managed to rip it right off my neck. I was lucky the nail didn’t hurt me, but it still bummed me out that I would have to slip the Triquetra charm into another leather thong. This one had value. Sentiment. Maybe even power.

As angular shadows started to creep across the floor of the bookshop, growing longer and more predominant with each passing minute, Eliza went about the task of slotting books onto shelves. I, however, had been sitting on the counter like a sulking child for almost a half an hour, fiddling with the charm between my fingers. 

Somehow, the metal was still cold.

“—don’t you think?” Eliza asked. 

“Huh?” I pocketed the pendant and came back down from my thoughts. 

“Are you even listening to me, Amber?” 

“Totally… what did you say?” 

Eliza sighed. “That girl? The one who drowned in her pool?”

“What about her?” 

“They closed the case today. They say it isn’t suspicious anymore, writing it off as an accident.”

“Accidental? I thought they had a suspect and everything.” 

“They did, but they didn’t have enough evidence to convict. Don’t you think it’s all a bit weird?”

I shrugged and feigned disinterest, but the grim topic gave me jitters. People didn’t normally die suspiciously in my neck of the woods, but this was the second one this year. The first was another girl. She hung herself from a withered birch at the heart of the forest. I saw the pictures. God how I wish I hadn’t.

“Can we talk about something else?” I asked, “How’d that fight with Evan go last night?”

“The fight?” Eliza planted a copy of Jules Verne’s ‘Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea’ on my lap. I wasn’t expecting it. “Go put this on the shelf, will you?” 

“Yes, master,” I said. I hopped off the counter and wiped my hand on my grey dress as I searched for the book’s proper home among the shelves. “So? What happened with Evan?” I asked through the aisles.

Eliza grunted. “It’s this thing with Mordecai.” Mordecai was her tabby cat. “He’s been wheezing a lot. I asked Evan to take him to the vet yesterday for a check-up and he didn’t do it, so we had a big stupid fight.”

“How does that turn into an argument?” I slotted the book between a pristine copy of Moby Dick—a personal favorite—and A Journey to the Center of the Earth.  

“Because! It just does,” said Eliza.

I walked around the aisle and caught her stacking books from a box marked “OLD” on a high shelf. Her tank top crept up her stomach exposing her flat belly as she stretched. No bump yet. Evan and Eliza always fought over silly things but it’d gotten worse ever since she found out she was pregnant. I could never say that to her face, though. She might have charged at me with a step ladder if I did!

“You guys will be fine,” I said, “You’re fighting because of the baby. Babies bring stress.” 

Eliza shot me a scowl. “When did you become Doctor Phil?”

I smiled. “I’m just saying, you guys never used to fight about stuff and now you are. What’s changed? You’re pregnant.” 

Eliza closed the box. A puff of dust exploded forth in defiance. “And he’s still a jackass sometimes,” she said.

“Oh come on, a little ice cream and a kiss in just the right spot and the fight will be history.”

Eliza moved the box into a small closet nearby and smiled to herself. “Yeah, okay, I’ll give you that. Anyway, let’s get finished up so we can get out of here.” 

The doorbell tinkled. Evan’s silhouette broke the faint sunlight and crept into the store as quiet as a mouse, eyes to the floor. I smiled as he arrived and gave him a light peck on the cheek.

“Hey Evan,” I said, “How’s the cat?” 

“On meds,” he replied, though he wasn’t looking at me, but rather at the visage of annoyance itself glaring from; behind me. “But he’ll be okay.”

Eliza had black, poker-straight hair which fell to about the small of her back. Her pale skin and cobalt eyes gave her an Ice Queen kind of air, but her round face and button nose gave away her heart of gold. Evan, meanwhile, was tall—taller than Eliza—and nicely put together. She’d get on her tiptoes to kiss him. It was cute. 

“That’s great! Eliza was just telling me. I hope he gets better soon.” I gave the pair a winning smile. “Eliza, I’m gonna go through the new stock and whatnot. I’ll be in the back. Let me know when you’re ready to lock up,” I said. 

Eliza nodded at me and then glanced at her man. He approached her like someone would advance on a stray cat they wanted to pet: slowly and cautiously. They started to speak as I disappeared into the back room.

We didn’t get any new stock today, I simply figured they needed to talk. Besides, I knew she’d appreciate the space. Luckily I wasn’t stuck in a tiny room entirely without purpose. Inside my backpack I had a bunch of brand new textbooks and more stationery than a girl knew what to do with, ready for my first day back at the Raven Hall University.

Lost in the plethora of pens and notepads my back to school kit comprised of, I almost didn’t notice the sore thumb on the oaken desk. I had to double-take before the words written on its spine, and the image on the front, struck a chilling chord. 

The giant squid on the cover of Jules Verne’s Twenty Thousand Leagues stared back at me from atop the table. An old copy, identical to the one I’d placed on the shelves moments ago. Why did we own two of them?

I plucked the book from the desk and advanced toward the door to the main room. Evan and Eliza were still there. Their muffled voices told me the discussion still hadn’t finished, but at least they weren’t fighting. No one wants to be caught in between these two when they fight. It’s like watching cats argue over territory. I would know. 

I slid out of the back room and snaked my way silently down the closest aisle while the conversation quietened. I would slip the book in next to its sister so they can spend some time together before someone buys one and separates them again; that was the plan. But when I located the nook where I’d placed the original copy, I froze. The two books flanking Mr. Verne were still there, but the absence of a book between them made them slant into each other like tired lovers. 

“Dammit,” I said, under my breath. I wish I could’ve dismissed the strange event, pretended like I’d imagined the whole thing, but in truth this kind of thing had happened before. 

With the delicacy of someone trying not to disturb sleeping children, I slotted Jules Verne into its rightful place and decided that this time I would be cleverer than whatever specter enjoyed playing tricks on me. I snapped a shot of the books with my smartphone and double checked the image to confirm, smiling smugly at the triumph of technology. 

Making my way back, I wondered if our repository of books was haunted. It’s an old building built on an old street in an old town. And I’m sure a lot of old people live in the apartment block above. I could ask Mrs. Peters on the second floor. She’s probably as old as the building itself, or at least that’s what her musky perfume suggests. 

A sudden pleasurable moan made me dart back into the aisle just as I was about to waltz into the open. I peered around the corner and was met with a scene like something out of a fantasy. My heart raced. Eliza would’ve easily spotted me if I hadn’t any wits about me. 

Eliza sat on the counter, her legs wrapped around Evan’s waist. Their lips locked in a passionate kiss. I glanced toward the front door, which they were in full view of, and hoped for their sake no one would come in. 

Evan picked Eliza up by her thighs and carried her out of sight, to the back of the historical section which accumulated the most dust. The bookstore already smelled of lust, and listening to Eliza’s giggles brought a flush of warmth to my cheeks. I thought about that night a few months ago when the three of us called down the Moon Goddess and experienced each other intimately. It was my first time with two other partners, but I was glad they were my best friends.

The door to the office was only a few feet from where I stood, backed up against an aisle. The store had been quieter when they were talking. Now that Eliza’s moans rang off the walls I entered the safety of the back room without being spotted. I emerged a few moments later into the middle of a warm embrace between true soul mates.

“Look guys, why don’t you go home?” I asked, “I can lock up.”

“Are you sure?” asked Eliza. 

“Absolutely. Get out of here.”

I’d grown used to hiding my green eyes from them. They had something I’d always wanted to share with someone else: a connection. Happy for them though I was, lonely people yearn, and lonely Witches get up to no good; ask my ex-boyfriend.

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Abbie Thackrah
Phenomenal series

This is Katerina Martinez's first series and still my favorite book set. I found all the novels very entertaining and compelling. I dubbed it the Katerinaverse. All the different series are a glimpse into the lives of creatures and seamlessly melds into another magickal World to explore. I have read all her books and love, love, love every trip into another realm. The characters are instantly loved or hated. I find myself rooting for the underdog as if they could hear me. I could expound on this for pages and pages. The takeaway is READ THESE books and you'll be drawn into the Katerinaverse. Happy reading.