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Someone paid the vampire king’s creepy son to turn me into one of the bitey undead. I’m not hanging about to find out who or why. The vampires want me to stay with them for one hundred years of indentured servitude but I have this thing about following orders so I ran from the streets of London to the wilds of Alaska. I have an eidetic memory and a can-do attitude. I can-do anything to get away from the vampire king. So when the Sheriff of Portlock, a hidden paranormal town, invites me to be his assistant, I say sure thing. It beats servitude hands down.

I thought moving to Ravens Hollow would be simple. One month into my new supernatural life, I figured my biggest challenges would be housebreaking my oversized puppy and writing fluff pieces for the local paper. Then dark magic hits The Oracle, pulling me straight into an investigation tangled with vindictive sea witches, feuding werewolf packs, and ancient tree sprite magic even the coven can't crack. Now I'm chasing clues with Police Chief Whip — an immortal siren cursed with secrets — and Alex, a too-charming lion shifter who knows how to get under my skin.

They pulled her from the lake – young, beautiful, and very, very dead. As Chester’s only magical Detective Inspector, I get the cases the Common police can’t handle, and this one has Other Realm written all over it. When the medical examiner discovers runes carved into the corpse’s bones, I know we’re in for a bumpy ride. Elemental runes. First victim drowned. My gut says there’s more coming, and my gut is rarely wrong.

Life as a vampire journalist was finally settling down. I had my dream job at The Oracle, a loyal (if slobbery) pup, and a maybe-relationship that didn’t involve murder investigations. Then my long-lost mother crashes back into my life with a revelation that rewrites everything I thought I knew about my family…Before I can process the truth, another story lands on my desk, pulling me into a dangerous game of demon bargains, shifting alliances, and bodies piling up faster than I can chase the leads.

My name’s Stacy, but you can call me Inspector Wise. As part of the Connection—the magical law enforcement keeping the supernatural under wraps—I deal with the grittiest magical crimes. The Other Realm is a Vampire-eat-Werewolf kind of world, and only the toughest survive. Fortunately, I’ve got a rare magical gift: I can slip into minds and make people dance to my tune. It's frowned upon to do that though, so I keep my talents more hidden than Area 51.

A deadly assassin. A desperate witch. A past that won’t stay buried. I’m Amber DeLea—ambitious witch, potion mistress extraordinaire, and daughter to a woman slipping further away each day. My life is a constant battle, whether it’s cursed runes, treacherous coven politics, or dark forces closing in. But nothing haunts me more than my mother’s unravelling mind, and I’m running out of time to find a cure. The last thing I need is Bastion—the deadly griffin assassin who shattered my world—being ordered to protect me.

When my most hated enemy, Bastion, comes to me for help I tell him to take a long walk off a short pier. I’m not helping the griffin assassin that once killed my lover. But when the Crone visits my coven, she tells me that I have to help him find his daughter or else I won’t achieve my full potential.

After the shit that went down in Chrome Mine, I’m beginning to fear that I may never see my Sidnee again, because the Sidnee I’ve been left with? She’s downright scary. Just as we try to catch our breath, calamity strikes anew: the Mayor’s son has been murdered, and suspicion is being thrown around like confetti—from the mayor himself to nearly half the town, including the usually mild-mannered Sidnee.

When a body is found pulverised beyond recognition, I’m called to investigate. As Chester’s only magical Detective Inspector, it’s my job to handle the cases the Common police can’t. This one has all the hallmarks of the Other Realm—especially when I find a talking bird caged at the scene.

My mum told me I could be anything I wanted to be–and it turns out that I want to be an alpha werewolf. I’m finally starting to get a hang of this alpha malarkey when destiny sticks her oar in once again.

As she’s thrust into a world of vampires, werewolves, witches, and imagination, she soon questions everything she’s ever known about New Orleans, life in the French Quarter, and most importantly—herself.

When Amber DeLea darkens my door a few days before Christmas, I'm expecting trouble. Instead, her orphan ward Jade has lost her Christmas stocking, and Amber wants me to find it

Is this the scoop of a lifetime, or something far deadlier? Starting over in Ravens Hollow was meant to be simple — a chance to adjust to my new, nocturnal existence. No men. No complications. Just a bit of light investigative journalism in a quaint magical town by the sea. Then Pongo the pup trotted into my life, and normalcy bled away faster than my resistance to a fresh pint of blood. I’d barely set up my desk at the Ravens Hollow Oracle before a renowned sculptor turned up dead at the town’s annual art exhibition.

My name is Angel, and I’m the only Beta professional matchmaker. I should be getting my own life under control, but instead, I’m helping rejected Omegas find their forever pack bonds. Even if I’ll always be alone. When I save a stunningly beautiful but broken male Omega, for the first time, I wish that I was an Alpha.

I should be hiding from my dad who marked me as a Reject. But instead, I fall into the path of the impossibly beautiful, wealthy, and influential Knight pack, during my first heat. Surely, I won’t be claimed by these enemies of the resistance? The captivating Alphas, their Beta bodyguard, and gorgeous but broken male Omega stand for everything that I’m fighting against.

Devastated, I'm sent to the Omega Institute. I'm held until the auction with a gorgeous single dad, whose scent is like paradise. Both Omegas, we make a pact to form a found family without Alphas. With our heats fast approaching, were broken out of the Institute by a mysterious pack of outlaws: a giant, blazing hot Alpha and his flirty mafia Beta. When I meet the pack's final Alpha, a former military man and my best friend my heart breaks.

Amelia’s life was saved, but at what cost? Turned a vampire by an immortal child, her newfound life may be in danger and out of her control. At the same time, a human cult has made it their mission to rid New Orleans of the monstrous atrocities of vampires and werewolves by any means possible. Drawing their recruits from a local university, Amelia goes undercover to infiltrate the group. While there, she discovers there’s more to the evil group than meets the eye and encounters someone no one expected.

Being a private investigator wasn’t supposed to be complicated. I expected cheating spouses and missing pets like BonBon, a kidnapped ‘pure-bred Schnoodle’ with a ruby-studded collar. What I didn’t expect was a desperate elf on my doorstep, begging for help to find her missing parents. Nor did I think that my search would drag me back into the magical world I’d tried so hard to leave behind.

I’m Jinx. As a private investigator, being a walking, talking lie detector is a useful skill—but let’s face it, it’s not normal. You’d think it would make my job way too easy, but even with my weird skills, I still haven’t been able to track down my parent’s killers. When I’m hired to find a missing university student, I hope to find her propped up at a bar—yet my gut tells me there’s more to this case than a party girl gone wild.

I’m Lucy, a regular accountant turned alpha werewolf. A tryst with the wrong incubus ripped me from my ordinary life and sent me tumbling into a magical realm that I'd never even dreamed existed. I was just adjusting to pack life when I was asked to mercy-kill the current alpha. I'm not a total bitch so I did what he asked, but it's left me as alpha of a pack I don't know, full of werewolves who resent that I still live and breathe while their old alpha doesn't. If I’m to survive in this dog-eat-dog realm, I’m going to have to win my new pack over–and fast.