Author bio

Zoe Parker

Zoe Parker - book author

I want to thank you for perusing!
First off, I didn't write Storage Diva--no idea who that is, lol.
Second please know that any and ALL books that are upcoming or released that I write are on my website.

Thanks for reading my word vomit and I hope you're smiling at least once a day, it's good for you.
A little monsters and mayhem is good for everyone too!

Zoe Parker is the author of books: Elusion (Facets of Feyrie, #1), Ascension (Facets of Feyrie, #2), Cadence of Ciar (The Fate Caller, #1), Up With The Crows (The Unsylum, #1), Deception (Facets of Feyrie, #3), Rhythm of Rime (The Fate Caller, #2), As the Crow Flies (The Unsylum, #2), Obliteration (Facets of Feyrie, #4), Timing of Trick (The Fate Caller, #3), Stone the Crows (The Unsylum, #3)

Author books

The First Prophecy
Seed of Death and Dragon’s womb, suffering her fated tomb.
She, our savior, the Fallen’s soul, shall shed her blood to make us whole.
A vengeful Darkness she will arise, her love calls forth the Darkest tide
Yet, if her heart has ceased to beat, the world shall eclipse in Dark complete.

Pretend Ma told me the terrible things done to me were for the greater good. That I would be a hero and fight for those who can’t fight for themselves.
I’m not so sure about that.
I am sure about that my time in this world is drawing to a close. I’m okay with that. I even wish for it, some days. Then I meet HIM. Mr. Glowy Eyes.
I’m also sure I’m a monster, and I’m CERTAIN that he’s so much worse than that. But he also shows me something important. Very important. Do you want to know what it is?

Are you still waiting?
I can’t tell you, silly rabbit. Who gives something like that away?
Mr. Glowy Eyes is waiting, too.
In the dark…
Under the bed…
I can’t promise he won’t eat you…
But I can promise you won’t mind when he does.

Please be advised: **This book contains violence and other content which may be triggering to readers.**
Ever get a job that sucks?
My name is Iza Black and my life IS the sucky job.
I mean yeah, there are perks. Live-in maid service, free food and I get this purple, sparkly aura thing.
But there are way more bad parts.
So many people, so much pain. Sleep has divorced me completely and I'm living their nightmares now too.
I'm not sure I'm strong enough for this, that I can do what needs to be done. But I have to. Because it's my job...because someone needs to. These people need violence to meet violence. Hugs don't always fix things in our world.
Then there's Phobe. Frustrating, Phobe-the-jerk.
How does he fit into this, you may ask?
Keep reading and you'll find out.

Please be advised: **This book contains violence and other content which may be triggering to readers.**
Alternate cover edition of ASIN B07BC59X38

Magic and Mayhem

Both go together in my opinion because if you have one the other is always present. Ciar is the epitome of both and in some ways my furry arch-nemesis. He’s been with me since I was a child. Now he’s followed me to the Menagerie. Except he’s no longer in his canine form, Ciar is now 100% Fae male.

Which I’m not prepared for. Not that I'm prepared for this place at all either. I don’t want to be here. This school is a hen-house for the rich and powerful to reach in and pluck the special people out like fat hens while the rest are fed to the wolves.

Well, except this time there’s one of the big bad ones IN the hen-house. Ciar.
He's the bane of my existence and theirs. Yet in a roundabout way he's also my best friend, and even though he looks at me like I'm dinner--I'm not afraid.

I'm pretty sure I look at him exactly the same way.
A feather for my nest...

My financial situation is beyond desperate and that stripper pole is looking better and better. But I refuse to put on the baby oil just yet, there’s got to be someone out there willing to hire me.

Luck is not on my side, at least until I spot the Crow’s feather. The wind decides to try and keep me from my prize, so I’m left with no choice except to follow it. Two seconds later a truck plowed into my car, that I just got out of.

A black feather saved my life. No, I'm not kidding, it literally kept me from being a can of spam.

The feather, not done with me yet, takes off again. Driven to chase it, I do, and it takes me to this gloomy foreboding building that I don't recall ever seeing before.
And as fate would have it... there's a now hiring sign on the front gate.

This book is a slow-burn, Urban Fantasy with a dash of unconventional romance.
The Dark is angry…
Jameson, the dummy, went off chasing boobs so now I’m chasing a boob too—him.
Every road so far ends at a dead end or with someone dead at the end. Mostly the latter. My patience is growing short and so is the time I have to save him.
But as Phobe, the father of darkness himself and my best-friend and lover, blithely reminds me with his sharp smile, there’s a reason the Sidhe chose me and that reason leaves me covered in blood.
When I finally find the people who took my nerd—I realize the totality of their deception.
Betrayed unexpectedly, that ache calls forth the angry darkness waiting inside of me. Bringing it to the very edge of escaping my control. I’m not sure how much longer I can hold it back or if I even want to anymore. Especially not when Phobe smiles that sexy, scary way he does, enticing me to give in to it and let it reign.
There’s also another incentive, the people responsible for ALL the pain and heartache in my life are only a few dead bodies away.

***Please be advised, this book contains content which may be triggering to readers.***
Cold hands, warm heart.

Life can change so suddenly, leaving you standing there with your heart in your throat—unsure of what to do. I’ve never been good at playing the damsel in distress, which means it’s time to do something about it. My life has taken a turn I never expected it to take.
I have a Triad. Three beautiful, annoying men have taken up residence in my home and in my life.
Oh, and my dad? He’s the High Priest of the Moon Clan. The evil so-and-so and now he’s decided he wants to meet his daughter. The one he abandoned to the tender mercies of a Graywalker and wants to use for some unknown, nefarious reason.
Then there's Rime, Jack Frost himself nipping at my toes. But when I need the heat turned up, I discover that inside the man of snow and ice beats the heart of a volcano.

**This is a Multiple Mayhem Novel which has Reverse Harem themes.**
A Feather Brain…

That’s me and a bag of chips. Ever since I started working here at the Unsylum—I’ve been running around in a haze of purple insanity.

Somehow, this job has come to mean more to me than being an overpaid maid. It's become a calling that I can’t ignore. One that leaves me constantly torn between running away like a headless chicken or opening every cell in this place and letting them all out - consequences be damned. Because right now, I’m not sure if I’m having sympathy for the devil or if the devil is having sympathy for me.

That’s enough to scare anyone.
The Dark wants vengeance...

A prophecy - that I have no faith in - unexpectedly brought me a home. Love. Family.
Now, the damn thing is trying to take it all away from me.
I refuse to let that happen! Fate can go eff itself.
They broke my heart, so I'm going to break their faces, and if I can't do it alone...
There's always Phobe.

This is the fourth and final book in the Facets of Feyrie series.

**Please be advised this book contains adult themes and situations.**
Trick & Treat

Daya the nutbag decided that the best way to build a relationship with his daughter was to kidnap her.
His daughter, that's me, has decided that I don't feel like having a relationship with him.
He says he wants to make up time when really he wants to control my power.
The lady doth protest, a lot.
The guys try to stage a rescue and fail, so I decide that I'm sick of sitting and waiting for rescue.
I'm going to rescue myself.
One of the first things I'm going to do when I get home... I'm going to kiss the smirk off of Trick's face.
If I survive my escape.

**This book contains reverse harem themes and is not standalone***
The feathers fly…
A journey into… well, everything. I saw the birth of a star, the death of one too.
The journey changed me in some fundamental way that I’m not quite sure of yet. Something I’m sure I’ll find out soon enough.
That leaves Vale… there are many words I could use to describe him, accurately. Most of them are curse words. However, when I step back out of psychedelic wonderland, he’s there. Waiting.
Standing there staring at him, while my heart beats a million miles an hour, I have a grand epiphany.
The Unsylum and everything in it is mine.

**This is not standalone and should be read in order with the first two books in the series. This is the final book**