A Crown of Iron & Silver 03

The third book in the bestselling Soulbound series is now available to buy on Amazon or read for free on Kindle Unlimited!


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Never promise a life that isn’t yours to give.

New York City is decked out for the holidays, and Special Agent Patrick Collins is looking forward to a reunion with his old team when he gets assigned a new case. A human child is missing, and the changeling left in her place causes a prominent witch family to demand justice from the fae.

Meanwhile, continued harassment from the New York City god pack forces Jonothon de Vere to formally establish his own with Patrick. Doing so will mean a civil war within the werecreature community—a war they risk losing from the start without alliances. Making bargains with the fae is never wise, but Patrick and Jono have nothing to lose when a fae lord comes asking for their help.

The Summer Lady has been kidnapped from the Seelie Court, and if they can find her, Patrick and Jono will cement an alliance with the fae. But the clues to her disappearance are found in Tír na nÓg, and the Otherworld has never been kind to mortals.

Venturing past the veil, Patrick and Jono risk losing territory, time, and their very lives while searching for answers. Because the Queen of Air and Darkness knows they are coming—and the ruler of the Unseelie Court has an offer for them they can’t possibly refuse.


A Crown of Iron & Silver is a 107k word m/m urban fantasy with a gay romantic subplot and a HFN ending. It is a direct sequel to All Souls Near & Nigh. Reading the prior books in the series would be helpful in enjoying this one.



“God pack infighting?” Gerard asked.

“Eh.” Patrick raised his other hand and made a seesaw motion with it. “More like we’re a god pack and the one already here took offense to that.”

Gerard stared at him. “Please tell me you’re joking.”

“Okay. I’m joking.”

Jono snorted and pulled his hand away. Patrick reluctantly stepped back so Jono could stand up. He watched as Jono walked over to Gerard, sizing the other man up with a frank gaze before extending his hand.

“Jonothon de Vere, god pack alpha of New York City,” he said. “You can call me Jono.”

Gerard took his hand without hesitation. “Captain Gerard Breckenridge. Gerard is fine. Are you the one who watched Patrick’s six back in June?”

“Everyone here did.”

Gerard nodded, his mouth quirking at the corner as he let go of Jono’s hand. “How many heart attacks has he given you?”

Jono rolled his eyes. “Too many. Could do without even one.”

“I am right here,” Patrick retorted.

“No one cares, Razzle Dazzle,” Keith said.

Jono turned around and gave Patrick a questioning look. “Razzle Dazzle?”

Keith wiggled his fingers. “Because magic.”

“Shut the fuck up, Chatterbox,” Patrick said.

Keith grinned at him, unrepentant in the face of Patrick’s prickliness. It was almost like old times in the field, the bickering and jokes that had gotten them through each day, because gallows humor was the only way to pass the time on the front lines.

Jono nodded over at where Sage was lifting a table with one hand to check for damage underneath. “Sage Beacot, my dire. There’s one more of our pack, but he’s home tonight.”

“I texted Wade and told him to stay put,” Sage said over her shoulder.

“Hopefully he listens,” Patrick said, shoving his hands into the pockets of his leather jacket. “We still need to figure out how we’re going to deal with Estelle and Youssef.”

“I take it they’re the other god pack alphas?” Gerard asked.

“Yeah. Tonight isn’t the first time they’ve hassled us, but it’s the most overt.”

“Will they even know Theodore and the others are gone?”

Patrick shared a look with Jono. “Probably not for at least a few days if they don’t report back. It’ll be interesting to see if Estelle and Youssef file a missing person report.”

Jono dragged a hand through his hair. “We’ll have to inform them when I ring Estelle and accuse them of condoning the attack.”

“They’ll deny it and turn Theodore and the others being taken by the Wild Hunt on you,” Sage said.

“They sound like such nice people.” Keith looked at Patrick. “Why aren’t they dead yet?”

“Because it looks bad when a federal agent gets involved in pack politics,” Patrick retorted. “Also, the paperwork is a bitch.”

Keith gestured pointedly at Jono. “You’re already involved with Mr. Tall Dark and Abs-tastic over here. Give me a better excuse.”

“There’s four of us, almost fifty or so of them, and they still have packs loyal to them in the five boroughs. I could challenge them, but the space to do so is in their territory, and I don’t trust their concept of following pack law,” Jono said.