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RECOMMENDED BY DOLLY PARTON IN PEOPLE MAGAZINE! A NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER A USA TODAY BESTSELLER A LOS ANGELES TIMES BESTSELLER The bestselling historical fiction novel from Kim Michele Richardson, this is a novel following Cussy Mary, a packhorse librarian and her quest to bring books to the...

In this standalone and companion novel to the The Book Woman of Troublesome Creek series, our heroine for the ages, legendary book woman, Cussy Lovett, returns home. A powerful testament of strength, survival, and the magic of the printed word, The Mountains We Call Home is wrapped into a vivid...

In the ruggedness of the beautiful Kentucky mountains, Honey Lovett has always known that the old ways can make a hard life harder. As the daughter of the famed blue-skinned Troublesome Creek packhorse librarian, Honey and her family have been hiding from the law all her life. But when her mother and father are imprisoned, Honey realizes she must fight to stay free, or risk being sent away for good.

In 1972 on Mudas Summers's 17th birthday, her beloved mama Ella is found hanging from the rafters of their home. Most people in Peckinpaw, Kentucky, assume that Ella's no-good husband did the deed. Others think Ella grew tired of his abuse and did it herself. Muddy is determined to find out for sure either way, especially once she finds strange papers hidden among her mama's possessions

I’m Rhea Morven, rookie Merlin agent, walking magical anomaly, and proud owner of a cursed bloodline no one trusts. My first case dumps me in Gallows Gate, a hidden town full of secrets, politics, and creatures that bite. The assignment? Find three missing paranormals before the town tears itself apart. The twist? They’re not just anyone. They’re the children of the ruling council.

Nameless, Kentucky, in 1969 is a hardscrabble community where jobs are few and poverty is a simple fact - just like the hot Appalachian breeze or the pests that can wipe out a tobacco field in days. RubyLyn Bishop is luckier than some. Her God-fearing uncle, Gunnar, has a short fuse and high expectations, but he's given her a good home ever since she was orphaned at the age of five. Yet now, a month shy of her 16th birthday, RubyLyn itches for more.

I thought my life was finally going my way. Boy, was I wrong. When a new job lands in my lap from the Dark Witch Court, with a very large paycheck, I take it. It should have been an easy gig. I was wrong again. Nothing is what it seems. When members of the Gray Council wind up dead, a new evil closes in and I find myself on a dangerous path. Just when I thought I could kick back and relax, the madness of the Netherworld and demons pulls me right back in. And I have no choice but to kick some serious butt.

In my life, when things go bad, they go notoriously bad. As if having a greater demon hunting me wasn’t bad enough, or a demented archangel trying to kill me, try doing a job for a fae queen I hate. Why? Because, someone close to me is about to lose everything if I don’t find a crapload of money soon. But without any other jobs coming up, I’m stuck. So, when the fae queen of the Dark Court offers me a gig, I take it.

Okay, so officially, I’ve resigned from the Dark Witch Court as one of the witches who clean up paranormal problems no one else wants to handle. Specifically, I deal with the demons that escape from the Veil—the invisible layer that protects our world from the Netherworld. But when I’m called in to investigate a series of human deaths at a local New York restaurant while between jobs, I’m in no position to turn down the cash. So, I unofficially take the gig.

Landing in jail was not how I expected to spend the rest of the night. Nope. I had imagined some horizontal mambo with a certain uber-hot giant. Instead, I find myself stuck in a 10-by-10 cell, hungry, and with a serious need to pee every hour, with only the cold stone walls and the occasional cockroach as my companions. I’m trapped in the bowels of the Gray Council building. And I don’t know if I’ll ever get out.

Lucifer took my magic. Okay, so technically, Derrick the incubus douche took it, but he was Lucifer's guy and following orders. Still, I can't be a witch or a Merlin without magic. Can my life get any worse? Of course, it can. As I try to adjust and accept life without a drop of magic in my veins, Marcus disappears. Well, not exactly, more like he ghosts me. He's not returning my calls or my texts. Just when I think I finally have my love life on track, it gets derailed, and my heart is slowly torn apart.

I took Dash’s place among The Forsaken without a moment’s hesitation—a reckless, impulsive decision and not exactly my smartest move. But there you have it. Now, I’m bound to this group until the bitter end… or my own demise. Foolish? Perhaps. But I have one more trick up my sleeve. Once again, I find myself in a dangerous game against The Forsaken, fighting to safeguard magical tablets that hold the fate of not only Moonfell but possibly the entire world.

Hollow Cove was never a dangerous city. Weird and eccentric, maybe. But not dangerous. Until now. A new magic threatens our paranormal community and competes for dominance. Something awakens in the night, and it's a real stinker. Not kidding. I'm a Merlin now, and my plan is simple - get in, protect my family and friends, and defeat this new evil. But it's never that simple. One small misstep could lead to disaster.

Twenty years ago, I escaped my hometown of Moonfell, a paranormal hotspot in the suburb of New York, a place hidden from human eyes. A place I swore I’d never return. But the gruesome murder of a teen werewolf brought me back. As I delve deeper into the case, I realize this was no ordinary killing. Someone or something is targeting the supernatural community. Struggling to control my powers, I find myself entangled in the drama of my neighbors.

Finding my husband in bed with another woman was not how I planned to start my day. Or homeless the next minute. And broke. So, when a job comes my way from The Twilight Hotel—a paranormal hotel in midtown Manhattan that serves as a sanctuary and residence—I take it. Cue in tattooed, sexy as sin, grumpy restaurant owner Valen who can’t do drama or high-maintenance women. The problem? He’s cruel and dangerous. And he’s hiding something.

I’m pregnant. Yep, you heard that right. Pregnant. And while I’m trying really hard not to freak out about that, Hollow Cove is busy preparing for its Headless Horseman reenactment—a big deal around here, apparently. But just as the town is gearing up for spooky fun, events take a real-life terrifying twist. A body is discovered, and carved into it are the words: “Give it back.”

Just when I think I’m getting the hang of this whole “married to a wereape” thing, life throws me a curveball in the form of pregnancy. And let me tell you, pregnancy and magic do not mix well. My cravings are bizarre, my magic is on the fritz, and I’m pretty sure I accidentally hexed the toaster. Twice. But as if dealing with unpredictable magic and hormonal mood swings isn’t enough, an ominous threat shows up, warning me that my baby is in danger. And around here, threats are never just idle words. They’re curses waiting to happen.

Never in my 30 years did I think my new normal would be a gig as a soul collector's assistant - slave really - where I help stockpile souls from the miserable mortals who sell them to him. The demon thinks he can control me, but I plan on doing things differently...my way. But we all know it's never that easy or that simple, especially in my life.

I didn’t think my life could get any worse — but it did. A series of gruesome murders shake New York City, and it’s my job to try and catch the murderous SOBs before they kill their next victim. But something doesn’t smell right. Literally. The deeper I dig, the worse it gets. Turns out these murders are not what they seem. They’re much, much worse. It gets better. A new darkness has risen. Something I’d never faced before and a lot more powerful than me. Yeah, I was shocked too.

Whispers of their latest diabolical scheme have reached my ears, and now it's up to me to stop them. But my hands are tied (literally) by the cursed rusane around my neck, rendering my magic useless against them.