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Lorelei Clay wants to play offense for a change. She’s tired of hiding from the past she didn’t even know she had. With a promising relationship and new friends in a small town she loves, Lorelei wants to be free to live life on her terms, without the threat of death or capture hanging over her. Kane Sullivan hasn’t exactly been hiding from his past—more like he moved without a forwarding address. Unfortunately for him, the boss he tried to overthrow never gave up the search.

In Fairhaven, there's no rest for the wicked, the weary, or anyone in between. This time, the Wild Hunt is on its way to town, commanded by its ruthless leader who has a score to settle with Lorelei's friend, the Night Mallt. Meanwhile, the Castle has opened its doors as a sanctuary for an unexpected and unwelcome visitor, which puts a damper on Lorelei's budding relationship with resident demon prince of hell, Kane Sullivan. Even worse, the houseguest brings another hunting party to town, one that Lorelei has been careful to avoid.

Miranda Puckett has failed at every job she’s ever had. Her mother just wants her to come home, join the family law firm, and settle down with Jason, the perfect lawyer boyfriend. But when Jason turns out to be a lying cheater, Miranda seizes on a job that gets her out of town: long-distance vampire transportation. Her first assignment is to drive vampire Collin Sutherland from Washington to sleepy Half Moon Hollow without incident—no small feat for a woman whom trouble seems to follow like a faithful hound dog!

The car accident took his wife and nearly killed him too, but Calvert Green's problems are just beginning. He was a respected Russian literature scholar in Chicago, but due to severe head trauma, he's now suffering from Cotard's disease - a rare physiological condition that makes him believe he's dead. He has also lost much of his memory, including the academic knowledge that defined his life. Calvert knows few details about the accident but believes there's more going on than he's been told, so he leaves the care facility determined to find the truth behind his death.

With a loud shout, Shag threw his hands in the air. “Harold, stop! I missed something! Explain again how Fuzz and I are too dead to be here! This is Afterlife Receiving! We are dead, Harold! Isn’t this where the no-longer-alive-dead are supposed to be?!” Harold sighed. “Sorry, guys, but before you can come Home, you got to be alive first, dead second. You guys were alive first and dead second the first time you came here. But you weren’t supposed to be here then. Erroneous errors happen." Fuzz jumped in. “Yeah. I remember your saying these clerks-in-training had only been on the...

Fuzz frowned. “Why sheriff declare Willie’s dying dead be an accident? What kind accident gets Willie hooded, beaten, sliced, dragged, shot three times, hanged and drowned?” Shag shrugged. “Hunting accident ? Maybe Willie done fell on his gun which bounced and gone shot him three times before he be falling down hill to get his neck tangled in vines while he sliding over razor rocks to deep creek to do drowning dead.” Fuzz blinked…thrice. “Really?”

Shag dipped his head to shed the rain from his bedraggled fedora as he surveyed the numerous bullet holes in his body. “Fuzz, we’ve been beat by a hurricane, damn near buried alive in mud, shot several times, died and gone to the Hereafter only to be rejected by both Heaven and Hell because we hadn’t done something we were supposed to do before we got there. “And this “something” according to some bald headed guy named Harold, who works in Afterlife Receiving, is of such importance to the Great Scheme of Things that we got sent back. “Now we aren’t dead or alive but ...

Lillian was found hanging by rope, upside down, from the entry hall chandelier; her hands and ankles bound, her throat cut. Her sister, Gillian, was upstairs, taking a long soak in her bathtub; face down, hands tied behind her back, ankles tied together and an axe splitting the back of her head. Lacking in both scenes…blood! No blood on entry floor. No blood in bathtub. No blood anywhere!

Shag surveyed the numerous bullet holes in his body. “Fuzz, we’ve been beat by a hurricane, damn near buried alive in mud, shot several times, died and gone to the Hereafter only to be rejected by both Heaven and Hell cause we hadn’t done something we were supposed to do before we got there. Now we aren’t dead or alive but something stuck in between.” Fuzz thumped the long pitchfork tine sticking out of his chest. A soft, sweet chime sounded. “Well, we got one thing going for us old bounty hunters. Bad guys can’t kill the dead. So, let’s kick some ass!”

It isn’t easy being the liminal deity of a multirealm crossroads, as Lorelei Clay can attest. There are the typical issues, of course, like a wayward god stumbling into Wild Acres, and then there are the more pressing ones… Like an incubus who wakes up with a mysterious mark on his chest and a timer on his life. And the demon with an urgent message for Kane. And the mysterious flying monsters with vengeance in their hearts that threaten the peace and tranquility of Fairhaven.

Fuzz slammed his boot hard into the front door. The door and frame exploded as wood, hinges, nails and screws ricocheted violently into the shack’s flaming interior.The night sky filled with long streaks of bright lightning and rolling thunder as Fuzz stepped through the burning shack’s fully destroyed doorway. What was once a small living area was now an inferno of fire engulfed furnishings and fully inflamed walls. Standing in a doorway leading out the back of the room quickly resembling a small hellhole was a physically firm man hurriedly reloading a double-barrel shotgun. Two spent ...

Shag surveyed the numerous bullet holes in his body. “Fuzz, we’ve been beat by a hurricane, near buried alive in mud, shot more times than I can count, done died and gone to the Hereafter only to be rejected by both Heaven and Hell cause we hadn’t done something we were supposed to have done before we got there. “And this something, according to bald headed Harold in Afterlife Receiving, is of such importance to the Great Scheme of Things that we got sent back to do it. “Now we aren’t dead or alive but something stuck in between…half dead, half alive. “We feel rain but no ...

🎙️ Guess who’s back from the dead? Sarah—barely. After getting bodied by walking pneumonia, an ear infection, and just a casual full-system life meltdown, she’s somehow upright and podcasting again. (Please clap 👏.)Meanwhile, Erika’s been busy doing her therapist-assigned homework (aka emotional waterboarding) and is now being forced to say nice things about herself. Disgusting. 🚫Together, we unpack grief, guilt, hyper-productivity, Greyhound rage, and why asking for help still feels like a moral failure (even when you're dying inside). Spoiler alert: We’re still bad at ...

1969: the height of counterculture and the year universities would seek to curb the unruly spectacle of student protest; the winter that Harvard University would begin the tumultuous process of merging with Radcliffe, its all-female sister school; and the year that Jane Britton, an ambitious 23-year-old graduate student in Harvard's Anthropology Department and daughter of Radcliffe Vice President J. Boyd Britton, would be found bludgeoned to death in her Cambridge, Massachusetts apartment.

Once a devoted children's librarian, Jane Jameson now works at a rundown occult bookstore. Once a regular gal, she's now a vampire. And instead of a bride, she's an eternal bridesmaid -- which leads her to question where exactly her relationship with her irresistibly sexy sire, Gabriel, is headed. Mercurial, enigmatic, apparently commitment-phobic vampires are nothing if not hard to read.

When Fort Lauderdale’s wealthiest want to discreetly trade their best barely-worn threads for cash, they bring it to Snapdragon’s Second Thoughts - which is where Helen Hawthorne finds herself selling the most chic second-hand clothing in Florida. But the usual haggling turns homicidal when a particularly petty customer turns up dead - dangling by a darling Gucci scarf - and Helen's boss Vera is eyed as a suspect.

No one in Twin Oaks knows about the risky deal Kaitlin Wells cut with the Feds for her release. But everyone remembers her scandalous arrest for stealing money from the Mercury Bank. Now, three years later, Kat has come home to catch the real thieves and prove her innocence. Trouble is, some powerful folks don't want her digging up the past...or getting friendly with new sheriff Justin Radner. But some laws can't be ignored, like white-hot attraction.

A year ago, Chris Csejthe (pronounced "Chay-tay") was completely human - then a blood transfusion from the Lord of the Undead changed everything. Now he is a hunted man, sought by human and vampire alike for the secrets he knows and the powers that his mutated blood may bestow. So far he's dodged undead assassins, werewolves, a 6,000-year-old Egyptian necromancer, and Vlad Dracula himself. But now he's really got problems.

Marrying a slimy ass twice my age was out of the question, so I jumped at the chance to attend the exalted Moonrise Academy, even if it meant leaving everything behind. Friends. Family. My monster-hunting side gig. But getting beaten on my first day wasn’t part of the plan. Neither was looking like a fool in front of the hottest guys in school - three seniors who rule the school for that matter - but I’d done it all royally. And now someone wants me dead. Turns out this school isn’t exactly what I expected - they're on the hunt.

The portents are lining up for the biggest supernatural showdown of all time and - as if the Big Easy didn't have enough problems with another hurricane on the way - New Orleans is due to be the epicenter. Or, more precisely, the storm is vectoring in on half-vampire (but fresh-blood-eschewing) Chris Csejthe and his ragtag coterie of outcast monsters.