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Everyone thinks I’m sweet and innocent…but I’m the one who ate the big bad wolf. I’ve been searching for a place that feels like home my whole life, and I think I’ve found it. I’m in the big city, on a mission to save vulnerable supernatural kids—just like I used to be—in my new job as an Otherworld Child Protection Caseworker.

Nothing ruins your day more than a bloated, stinking corpse on your doorstep. My natural optimism has taken a serious beating lately. I’ve been working my butt off, drafting a series of outreach programs to help the poor, lost supe kids of the Hidden City before they fall through the cracks in our society and end up in our Otherworld Child Protective system. There’s one thing I desperately need, and that’s funding. But there’s no money to be had. Nobody wants to invest in these kids; it’s enough to break your heart.

Well, to be honest, there are lots of killers in this town, including me. But when a handful of supernaturals in Castlemaine go missing and start showing up dead with strange amputations and odd lacerations all over their bodies, the magical townsfolk start to get very nervous. Whoever the killer is, he's after one of my new friends. I'm determined to stop him. But first, I have to figure out a way of escaping the Ironclaw pack. Braxton Myles, the Alpha of Ironclaw, has taken me hostage as compensation for losing a few of his werewolves in a fight with my goose buddy, Dwayne.

Okay, I might be seriously under-qualified for the job of Enforcer, I'll admit. The Enforcer is supposed to be a human, for starters. It's usually an ex-special forces guy with big muscles and even bigger balls, and a knack for sorting out petty squabbles between the witches and vampires and shifters in the city. And I'm just a technically dead nail tech—an animated skeleton with a talent for illusion magic and gold gel manicures. But I've recently discovered that I can manifest some pretty big muscles of my own. I've already got the big balls, so I'm halfway there.

Alaar wants me to be the savior of the universe. The werewolf Alpha of Ironclaw is obsessed and has sunk to horrifying new depths to get his paws on me. Poor Sarah, the poltergeist, has had a breakdown, and I'm the only one who can stop her from razing Castlemaine to the ground. Even Dwayne is driving me insane. There's no training in this world that could prepare me for dealing with a love-sick battle goose. The only person who I want to have a piece of me, the only person who I want to get closer to... The Vampire Lord.

The Beast is bringing the battle to the mortal realm, and Prue's finally ready to face him. Or is she? Maybe. Life is complicated, but that's what makes it beautiful. The war is brewing, the rogues are desperate, and a human enemy lurks in the darkness, threatening to derail Prue's hero era before it even begins.

My whole world has just exploded. I'm doing a jaunty quick-step on the edge of total insanity, battling shock, exhaustion, crisis fatigue, and some sort of festering dark power that threatens to erupt out of me every time I get a little stressed. At least now I know where this genocidal rage comes from. Turns out, it's hereditary.

The horror of waking up from the best dream ever and remembering you're a monster is indescribable. My soul is screaming for mercy, for forgiveness, for redemption…but I know I'll never get it.

I've been burned. One of my secrets is out in the open, and it couldn't have happened at a worse time. The people of the city need a hero right now, and it can't be me. It's too risky. I could lose everything. While everything falls to chaos, I've got some hard decisions to make. There's a fine line between hero and tyrant. I need to figure out how to dance down that line so I can be the leader they need, without turning into the monster they fear.

Susan Moore is back in her element as the maestro of middle management, relishing her new job as Client Experience and Customer Support Contact Center Department Manager. Things in the supernatural world have quietened down a little, so now, she's taken her Chosen One hat off, and she's blazing a trail as the new Queen of Office Politics. She's even starting to accept the fact that Donovan, her overprotective, blisteringly hot fae prince, could really be her later-in-life love.

Susan's neck-deep in trouble—the Songbird has been kidnapped, her vile mother is out for Susan's blood, and Connor is hunting some very powerful spark stones. To save Audrina and the stones, Susan needs to take the Fae Company to dangerous places they've never gone before—namely, through TSA to get on an economy flight to Wisconsin. Will Cress get through security will all her weapons? Will Cecil eat his body weight in cheese? Will Donovan ever smile? Will Susan get her later-in-life romance? Only time will tell.

Immortality sucks. Just ask Imogen Gray—over two hundred thousand years old and teetering on the edge of total insanity. All throughout history, she's been hunted by an ancient creature who finds her and rips her to pieces every time she dares to access her deepest powers. But Imogen always regenerates. Slowly. Painfully.

A handsome stranger appears on Susan's doorstep, bringing some devastating news. War is coming. It is inevitable. But first, Susan is going to have to fight some battles far closer to home. Bonds will be tested, some will be broken. Will the Chosen One finally accept her magic, and reach her full potential in time to vanquish the Devourer for good?

One moment, Susan Moore had a perfect life—a handsome husband, a fabulous career, wonderful friends, and a gorgeous home in Pacific Heights, San Francisco. The next minute, it was all gone. And Susan found herself in a straitjacket, locked in a padded room.

Immortality sucks. Just ask Imogen Gray: Over two-hundred thousand years old and teetering on the edge of total insanity. Strong as a shifter, faster than a vampire, Imogen's walked the earth forever, always alone, never growing, never changing. Never learning, either. Her smart mouth and quick temper get her into trouble far too often. When that happens, she gets hurt—and it can take a long time to heal from severed limbs and disembowelment. She's so tired of it all.

A Lightbringer has crept into our realm, slithering in before the deadline with brand-new sinister plans. Chloe must face her past and deepest fears, and survive a trek through the darkest depths of all the realms to get her true love back.

Word has reached the mortal realm, sending shock waves through the supernatural community. The Beast is stirring, and gathering his dark troops towards himself with a single-minded purpose: destroy all the magical creatures on Earth. He's awake, and promising bloody, furious vengeance. Prue's mom was the witch who sent the Beast to sleep in the first place, and she's in a coma. Somehow Prue needs to decipher her riddle-filled diary to figure out how to put the Beast back to sleep again before he rampages through the realms committing genocide.

Imogen's on the verge of getting everything she ever wanted. The man of her dreams, a talented, smart kid who loves her, some amazing friends, she's finally safe from the ancient creature who keeps ripping her to pieces every time she tries to access her deeper powers—and she's only one step away from finding the reincarnation of her dad. Mortality is in her grasp.

A powerful supernatural mob boss is terrorizing my neighborhood, demanding protection money from store owners and breaking legs when it's not paid. His little gang member minions are all humans, and one of them just showed up at my new business insisting I pay him my monthly 'insurance premium', or face the boss himself. Funnily enough, this arrogant little underling has no idea what his employer is.

Imogen is on the brink of getting everything she ever wanted: love, safety, answers. Her father. Mortality. And just like that, a stranger comes to town and rips everything apart. Turns out, the darkest thing Imogen's ever had to face isn't a blood witch, or a vampire, or even a demon. It's a mundane, petty human woman.