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I’m ready to enjoy my new life with my newish husband, but apparently, peace and quiet just isn’t in the cards for me. Enter Lilith—the Goddess of Night and Queen of the Netherworld—who shows up unannounced and demands a favor. Saying no isn’t really an option. I mean, how do you tell a literal goddess to shove it when refusing means she’ll kill you? So yeah, I agree.

Guests avoid The Twilight Hotel like the plague after the teeny-weeny demon invasion. To keep the hotel from financial ruin, management decides to host a Casino Week to get things going again. Sounds great. There’s just one problem. People in our paranormal community turn up dead.

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.

That’s what I thought until they came to Hollow Cove. And when I say they arrived, I mean they actually materialized—they came to life. Newly engaged, I was looking forward to some quiet, sexy time with my wereape—all kinds of horizontal refreshments in every room—you know the type. But did I get it? Nope. Instead, I get hit with fairytales that plague our town.

Broke and living in a one-bedroom apartment the size of a closet is not what you’d expect from an elite hunter like me. But hunting demons and half-breeds isn’t your average nine-to-five job with benefits. The hours are long and the pay usually sucks. I didn’t think I was going to make rent again until the Council, the group of angel-born who’d shunned me all those years ago, offered me a job - a paying one.I could either tell them to shove it, or take the job. So what’s a gal to do? Take the gig, of course.

I was engaged. Okay, so I wasn't technically engaged. But I did fantasize about it. A lot. Okay, all the time. No need to pretend. The only problem here was when couples got engaged, there was usually a proposal of sorts, an exchange of promises, and a mutual agreement to spend the rest of their lives together. But three weeks have now passed since the night I found that black box with that pretty ring, and still, the chief hasn't proposed. But I've got worse problems. A mysterious and ominous curse spreads across our town, and we don't know who's responsible or why it's happening.

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.

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.

I was sure that once I got married my crazy life would calm down so I could get some well-deserved romantic interludes with my new husband. It didn't. And when a stranger shows up in our town, everything falls apart. Aside from knowing he's loaded, no one seems to have any information about him. But I do know one thing. He’s bad news. And he’s hiding something.

They took my Merlin license away. To get it back, I must complete the witch trials. Okay, so I have to pass a few magical trials. No big deal. Right? Wrong. The trials are treacherous, ominous, and deadly. I'm not prepared for such brutal, magical tests, but I can't stop. Stopping means failure, and too many people are counting on me. But then the worst happens. While I'm trying to focus on the trials, the local baker in Hollow Cove is poisoned and killed. And someone I care about is blamed.

Glass Ferry, Kentucky, is bourbon country. Whiskey has been a way of life for generations, enabling families to provide and survive even in the darkest times. Flannery Butler's daddy, Beauregard "Honey Bee" Butler, entrusted her with his recipes before he passed on, swearing her to secrecy. But Flannery is harboring other secrets too, about her twin sister Patsy, older by eight minutes and pretty in a way Flannery knows she'll never be. Then comes the prom night when Patsy - wearing a yellow chiffon dress and the family pearls - disappears along with her date.

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.

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.

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.

Sixteen-year-old Kara Nightingale is unpopular, awkward, and positively ordinary - that is until one day she is struck by a bus and dies.... Within moments her life changes from ordinary to extraordinary when she wakes up in a mysterious world with a new career - as a rookie for the Guardian Angel Legion. Love is forbidden among the guardians. And when gorgeous David arrives as her training officer, Kara finds herself torn between her feelings for David and her job.

When life gives you magic, murder charges, and mood swings—just add a dash of chaos. I expected pregnancy to come with weird cravings and swollen ankles—not an arrest warrant and a murder mystery. But hey, there you have it. Marcus has been accused of killing a wereape from the New York pack, and the Gray Council authorities are ready to drag him to prison. But they’ve got the wrong guy, and I’ll do whatever it takes to prove it—even if it means confronting a killer, fending off cranky marshals, and dealing with magic that seems determined to betray me at the worst moments.

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.

They don’t want Shay. They want you. Okay, so these were not the words I was expecting, coming from my angel father Matiel’s mouth. But here they were. The Assassins’ Guild of Angels wants me dead. Fantastic. I mean, what’s a witch gotta do to catch a break these days? I can’t even go for a leisurely stroll without someone trying to off me.

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.