Wings of Winter by Stephanie Mirro

I’m in hell, but some witch I know calls it Arizona.
At least Tucson’s an excellent place to hide from the hefty bounty on my head, now that the entire supernatural Community knows I’m the last phoenix. Catching me comes with a set-for-life kind of price tag.
I don’t blame the bounty hunters; business is business after all. But I’m beyond pissed at the maniacal mage who outed me and caused this whole mess.
Trouble seems to find me wherever I go, though. Only a month into my desert exile, a grim reaper shows up and dies on my doorstep. The necromancers are trying something new, and if they get their hands on me and my resurrection ability, both the human and the fae world will be facing a mad man’s terrifying reign.
Oh, and did I mention I’m being stalked?