The Vespers Chronicles, Book One
A deadly explosion. A league of assassins. And no place to hide.
Jasper Andrews has a knack for being where the fire starts. She’d like you to know that’s usually a coincidence.
When a series of explosions tears through her town — her school, the police station, her own home — no one believes that. Some days, neither does she. With her family gone and the finger pointed straight at her, she flees to Manhattan. The Order of Vespers, a clandestine cabal of assassins, finds her anyway — and they’re not interested in whether she did it. They’re interested in what she is.
According to the Order, Jasper is the only one who can stop the prophecy — or start it. Forced into an uneasy bargain, she trains with killers who want control over a fate she never asked for, learning to steady powers she barely understands. She’s been in worse situations. She thinks.
It gets worse. Alliances inside the Order are fracturing, and a betrayal she didn’t see coming turns covert operations into a bloodied standoff. Now Jasper is out of time and out of options — and the choice in front of her is the one she’s been dreading since the beginning.
Sacrifice herself to stop a threat she may have helped unlock. Or walk away and watch everything burn.
She’s very tired of fire.
The Vespers Chronicles, Book Two
A year. No body. No answers. No one left who believes.
The Order of Vespers has buried its grief and moved on. The Circle, its cold new leadership, has been patient with Jordan McAllister — and then less patient, and now they’re simply done. Jasper is gone. The voice in his head is delusion dressed as hope. The prophecy still threatens everything they’ve built, and the Order needs to face it without her.
Jordan doesn’t care what the Circle thinks. The voice is real, and it’s asking him to find her.
With an old threat growing stronger and the prophecy bearing down, Jordan is caught between the mission and the obsession — because finding Jasper and saving the Order may be the same thing. Or it may cost him everything that’s left. Either way, he’s the only one still looking.
He was their weapon before. Now he’s on his own.
The Vespers Chronicles, Book Three
The prophecy is here. The cult is ready. And Jasper Andrews is in love with exactly the wrong person at exactly the wrong time.
She’s come a long way from the girl who didn’t know what she was — assassin, inheritor of her siblings’ gifts, reluctant savior of a world that mostly doesn’t know she exists. She’s spoken with deities. Trained with an immortal. Faced things that should have broken her and didn’t.
This might.
To stop the cult from unleashing something irreversible, Jasper needs the one person who has the power to destroy her — not because he’s dangerous, but because she can’t keep her walls up around him. There’s a rescue mission to run, an enemy to defeat, a man she still cares about in more danger than she can think about too long, and a prophecy that’s been building since before she was born finally demanding its due.
She’s saved the world before. Sort of. She just didn’t know what she’d have to lose to do it again.