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There's a body beneath the skip bins. Fae on the forklift. A vampire in the manager's office. And there's definitely something skeevy going on in the locker rooms. Hi. I'm Pet. Well, not exactly Pet. I am a pet. I was meant to stay out of it, but somebody's gotta do something when humans are being killed by Behindkind creatures.

When you get up in the morning, the last thing you expect to see is a murdered guy hanging outside your window. Things like that tend to draw the attention of the local police, and when you're squatting in your parents' old house until you can afford to buy it, another thing you can't afford is the attention of the cops. Oh yeah. Hi. My name is Pet. It's not my real name, but it's the only one you're getting.

The SCI team is called in to investigate when a group of teens are murdered by what appears to be wild animals during a camping trip. As the team delves deeper, they discover zealot vampire Cain Abrams's alliance with the werewolves is responsible for the attacks. His goal? To control the narrative of the vampires' emergence into the public eye and convince humans that only he can be their savior from the werewolf scourge.

Richard MacBlair has all the answers Idina Moorfield needs and is finally willing to share them. Well, most of them. Who knew there was a whole special forces division? Dedicated to people exhibiting magical powers to deal with unique challenges? Things are starting to make a lot more sense to Idina. But a lot more changes may be coming her way. She has to face new challenges. A series of tests to determine if she's good enough for a new special forces group.

Aurum has a mission. Transported across the world to the great country of Merica, he must do everything in his power to get back to Uropa. Not to mention his side task: kill a land god, currently one of the most powerful creatures on the changed Earth. Can he make it back before the deadline of six months set by the gods, or will the constant challenges of being a White Knight who can't leave well enough alone cause him to be late?

I should have just kept ignoring my phone. Just like I've been doing for the last couple months. It's been a concerted effort, since my investigation skills are in demand after a string of high-profile cases. But I haven't been interested in more business. I've been more focused on other things. Too bad Serena Adams doesn't care what I want. Hell, she doesn't even want to hire me. She just wants me to know that three bodies are going to drop today. And that after the tally hits three . . . I'm next.

After narrowly escaping from Rome, Lady Victoria Gardella returns to London, where not even sunrise can stop a vampire's carnage . . . Ruining Victoria's homecoming, a vampire stalks the streets of London—during the daylight. Not only is Victoria unable to detect the vampire with her heightened senses, but she's being framed as the prime suspect behind the killings. Meanwhile, her heart is still divided between the enigmatic Sebastian Vioget and her fellow slayer Max Pesaro.

Leira Berens thought the war to reclaim magic was over . . . but it was just beginning. Ancient magic has been uncovered and Dark Forces are putting it to good use. Anybody need a human being changed into a hairy beast to do your bidding? History is coming back around to repeat itself . . . and it's looking for a score. An old enemy will reveal themselves to tip the balance in someone's favor as the prophesy comes to life and a new force enters the war on magic.

Death slays me, and I let him . . . Kingdoms are broken. The world has shifted. We are not the same as we once were. The queen is no longer the queen, but I am expected to take her place. The tricky part is I'm not sure I want that responsibility. My heart screams for Death while he stays as far away as possible, believing in the prophecy, whereas I believe in us. But sometimes, that simply isn't enough. The real question now is . . . what do I do?

The gods might be crazy . . . Some of them are pissed! I couldn't blame them. How was I supposed to know that all the supernatural nasties I'd reaped were going to overrun Olympus? Most of these gods hadn't been on earth for thousands of years. Some of them are enjoying themselves . . . a bit too much . . . Others are looking for revenge. They're coming for me. It's one thing to wonder whether I can possibly survive the wrath of the gods. Now that they're targeting innocent people to draw me out, I have to ask . . . Is it possible to reap a god?

We all make mistakes, but for most of us we die and they're forgotten—not so if you're immortal. For gods and immortals, grudges live forever. One moment of poor judgment, a lack of understanding, or simply being oblivious to what's going on around you can elevate you to the top of someone's to-do list. Be careful who you piss off. Amid murder, ex-lovers, jewel heists, and much, much wine, the Cumhaill fam jam stays the course of fighting the good fight and standing behind our friends. Ni neart go cur le cheile . . . There is strength in unity.

As Jasmine deals with curses and problems caused in the wake of the Queen's departure, whispers grow about her father. Tylindale MacConaugh has returned. Sent across state borders, she finds Eli on the receiving end of a manhunt initiated by Tylindale. Jasmine is forced to protect Eli, angering her father enough to bring him out of hiding. Reunions are not always sweet. Tylindale demands to know where Deshawne is in the hopes of awakening the magical power that granted him immortality. Jasmine refuses, but her father forces her to show him where Deshawne lies tied at the bottom of the lake.

When robots are used to replace love all over the world, the very foundation of it is rocked. Can a machine be an adequate companion? Loneliness seems to be going away . . . But so is humanity. Paris Beaufont and her friends know they must fight for real love. To fix this problem, they are going to need magitech. And a detective. Oh, a bit of muscle and courage. Good thing that none of those are in short supply if you know the right people.

Life is a balance—at least that's what I'm told by people smarter than me. Try as I might to spend quality time with Sloan, family, friends, and companion animals, my magnet of mayhem often has other ideas. Adulting is hard. So when I move an adolescent dragon into my backyard, why don't I anticipate the craziness that will ensue? Maybe Sloan's right and I am ridiculous. I like to think I'm an optimist. Either way, it takes a group effort to figure out the mess we find ourselves in and what to do about it.

Is it just a nightmare or a premonition? The suburban witch, Lucy Heron isn't sure, but she has a bad feeling something is coming, not just for her family, but the entire city. Sometimes intuition isn't wrong . . . Shadow Men are on the prowl, trying to return the world to shadow by fulfilling a prophecy. A prophecy that would plunge Los Angeles, then the world, into darkness. It could be the end of the world as humans know it.

Leira Berens has joined federal black ops mixed with her own brand of magic. She's coming face to face with what happens when magic collides with technology and organic matter. Not pretty but very powerful. The hunt is on to stop this new kind of shape-shifting but can she do it without being wiped off the planet? Secrets are swirling all around Leira. Some of them will heal rifts and others could tear them all apart again.

So I just got a call. Apparently my mom—yes, the same one who just came cannonballing back into my life a few weeks ago after ten years without a word—might have killed someone. A self-help guru. You know, one of those guys promising to SHIFT your life into overdrive with his magical secrets. "Shift" because those secrets come from a long lineage of shifters. Yeah, I don't get it either. Then again, I wasn't one of his loyal disciples, so I never paid much attention to his corny late night ads.

Death is coming for everyone Angelica Morgan loves. Cernunnos's plans are coming to a head and the final battle looms large over both worlds. The Tuatha have chosen their sides and allegiances become clear when a mad god throws a spanner in the works of Dagda's plan to overcome the god of death. Ang calls in her allies from the supernatural and mortal world and prepares to face the Wild Hunt. When betrayal comes, it is not from the place the Morrigan expected.

Hide all you want. I will find you. I might not wear a cape or a mask, but as an agent for the SMU—Special Monsters Unit—I am plenty heroic. Most of the time. Accidents tend to happen a lot around me since I'm what they call a null witch. Someone who basically murders magic. Sounds cool, right? Not when it causes cursed folks to explode—literally—in my face. Gross. Not to mention I hate shopping for new clothes. Still, I love my job even if it is dangerous. Other parts of my life could use some help, though.

The Grim Reaper has been benched. There hasn't been a soul to reap in months. What did my brother do that has the gods in such a tizzy? It isn't like people stopped dying. If the reapers aren't ushering the souls of the deceased into the afterlife, someone else . . . or something else . . . will do the job. Mercenary monsters of ancient lore have emerged to fill the void. Banshees. Hellhounds. Soul-rippers. All under the command of some other god . . . Whoever he is, he's no friend to the Olympians.