“The real treasure was the friends we ate along the way.”

Just the age-old tale of an undead with nothing, risking everything to find something worth dying for… again.

It starts with me, half-dead, drenched in demon guts, and trading barbs with Death himself. A washed-up detective turned sideshow freak, I thought my hellspawn hunting days were done. Then Aylin shows up with her moonlit eyes, a curse, a city-crushing demon, and a possessed jacket with an attitude.

That was just the warm-up. Now, revived with a mission from a god (of sorts) and a body that’s barely holding together, I’m on a collision course with the underworld’s darkest secrets.

Grab a drink and hold on to your fedora, this story isn’t for the faint-hearted.

Book One of the Death, Dames, and Demons series.

An undead detective with nothing to lose risks everything for one last shot at meaning… or death. When washed-up private eye Jack finds himself half-dead and bantering with Death himself, he’s dragged back into a world of curses, demons, and a possessed leather jacket named Frank. With the mysterious Aylin by his side, Jack must confront underworld secrets darker than he ever imagined. Noir meets the supernatural in this gritty tale of magic, mystery, and razor-sharp wit.