A water witch, Moira has always been a healer, but the one soul she can't mend is her own. When a mysterious message promises the chance to answer the questions about her muddy past, she hops on the first plane out of the bayou and right into Conquest's destructive path. Recovering her past will mean fighting the most persuasive man in history for her future.
How does a fire witch battle her feelings for a sexy apocalyptic horseman when he's burned his way into her heart? How does an air witch learn to fly when she's falling for the wrong man? How does an earth witch come to terms with the fact that she and Death created a life? The de Moray witches are back, and this time there's hell to pay....
"good. where is the next installment"
It isn't every day a sexy demigod throws a pissed-off Cupid onto psychologist Matilda Schmidt's couch and informs her the fate of the world depends on her ability to get him off his diapered ass and back to helping people fall in love. But first she'll need to convince a seductive hit man he's snatched the wrong woman before he convinces her he might be the right man - for a night.
Meet Dr. Matilda Schmidt, Paranormal Psychologist. Sure, the life of a sexy vampire or alpha shifter is all fabulous fur and fangs on T.V., but what happens when you lose your bite? You call Dr. Matilda Schmidt, of course! With the help of her delicious demigod bounty hunter and hot hit man lover, there's no case too desperate for the good doctor to handle - for a reasonable hourly fee.
"Editing missed a few transitions"
Paranormal psychologist Matilda Schmidt is one client away from fa-la-la-la-losing it. Holiday cheer is in the air, gun-toting fruitcakes are in her office, and she's spinning through mood swings fast enough to make her toss her cookies - even without the morning sickness. When Ol' Kris Kringle goes AWOL after a nervous breakdown, his disgruntled elf is convinced that only Matilda can get him back on his sleigh in time to keep humans from tearing each other apart quicker than couponers at a Black Friday sale.
"I Want More!"
It isn't every day a sexy demigod throws a pissed-off Cupid onto psychologist Matilda Schmidt's couch and informs her the fate of the world depends on her ability to get him off his diapered ass and back to helping people fall in love.
Paranormal psychologist Matilda Schmidt is sick of secrets. But when her troubled mother falls into dangerous hands, she must enlist the help of the two men who may be hiding the most: the hot-bodied demigod who's suddenly tight-lipped about his current client, and the delicious hit man who's been concealing much more than a gun in his pocket.
Running afoul of a pants-less ghost pirate wasn't exactly what paranormal psychologist Matilda Schmidt had in mind when she took off for some R&R. Even at a quiet beach-side bungalow, Matilda can't catch a moment's peace when the restless spirits aren't the only ones haunting her bedroom. Marooned by a disappearing demigod, and seeking a solution to banish her unwelcome guests, Matilda rides shotgun with a hit man who's better at making ghosts than eliminating them.
"Enjoyable as always"
Ghosts haunt paranormal psychologist Matilda Schmidt in the organic produce aisle, she's been roped into attending a costume party she'd sell her soul to avoid, and the delicious demigod who once warmed her couch is taking his clients and his attentions elsewhere. Matilda finds herself confronted with one hell of a problem: surrender what's left of the life she knew, or face losing herself to the madness that took her mother.
"The laughs keep coming"
Accused of stealing gold from an infamous Irish street gang, paranormal psychologist Matilda Schmidt will die in exactly five days if she doesn't cough it up - guilty or not. With minutes ticking away and her office overrun by a leprechaun who's loopier than he is lucky, Matilda makes a deal with a demigod - give him one night in her bed and he'll help her locate the missing gold.
"I laughed so much I almost made rainbow soup"
When pictures surface of Matilda caught in the middle of a hit man-Cupid sandwich, she lands in the oily grip of a ruthless blackmailer whose motives are as ugly as his mustache. Now Matilda must betray the trust of someone who cares for her to meet the blackmailer's demands, or she can kiss her reputation, her practice, and even her freedom good-bye. But blackmail is only the beginning when the immortal mystery client brought to her couch by a seductive demigod causes Matilda to fling caution - along with her panties - to the wind.