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The legends didn't do Dracula justice. Bat shifting is one thing. The ability to connect his mind to any he'd sired was an ability severely understated in the stories. His horde is like a bloodsucking Borg collective. Add to that his abilities to travel the astral plane and hypnotize his victims with a glance and his butt-load of money . . . There's a creek, and a paddle, and I've lost my paddle. I've defeated a god or two in my day. I've never faced an enemy like this. It may be my biggest challenge yet, but we have one advantage.

Just when I thought this quest couldn’t end soon enough, yet another surprise sends us sprinting further north in a desperate search for a cure. We’re running out of time, and the life of my mate—let alone the entire world—rests in the balance.

There's a power vacuum on Olympus. That's the thing about a civil war. Everyone's weaker in the end than when the war began. If the gods don't stop attacking each other, none of them will have the strength to rule. Anarchy can be worse than tyranny. You can assassinate a tyrant. You can't eliminate everyone under anarchy. Why does everyone seem to think I'm the answer to the problem? Sure, I can reap gods. I'm the only mortal the Olympians fear.

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?

I thought getting a mate would solve my problems. I thought The Oracle would answer my questions. As it turns out, I was wrong on both counts. Because I have not one, but five mates. They’ve all claimed a piece of me, but instead of making me whole, they’ve torn me apart.

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.

You want to pay me to reap supernaturals? I mean, seriously? Don't get me wrong, the money is great. I love my work. But there's a funny thing about being the world's only supernatural reaper . . . You make a lot of powerful enemies. Pissing off all the world's vampires would be frightening enough. Add to that werewolves, witches, banshees, and trolls . . . How the hell am I ever going to get a good night's sleep?

This atmospheric and moving novel from the #1 New York Times bestselling author of the Flowers in the Attic and Landry series—now popular Lifetime movies—combines a forbidden romance with a family fortune and a young girl in peril. Caroline Bryer is the daughter of a very conservative TSA...

"Davies captures the magic of Dennard's exciting world and illuminates each character" —AudioFile on The Luminaries The Hunting Moon is the highly anticipated sequel to The Luminaries by New York Times bestselling author Susan Dennard. Winnie Wednesday has gotten everything she thought she...

The new vampire queen intends to lead her kind from the shadows, to dominate humanity. I'll be damned before I let that happen! I've taken down so many vampires already. You'd think we'd be making progress. Why, then, are the vampires getting stronger? I'm afraid this whole situation is about to bite me in the butt. Perhaps, even, literally.

My brother is taking over the family business . . . It was something I'd trained for my entire life. I was more suited for it than he was in almost every way. Except for the most important one . . . the ability he'd inherited from our father. Why wasn't I born with the same powers? I'm leaving the underworld. I don't belong there anymore. Of course, I only have one marketable skill: Kicking ass and taking names. How can I use that to start a new life for myself on Earth? Unfortunately, vigilantism doesn't pay the bills.

I might have broken away from the group now that I know the dirty secrets of Pandora’s Pride, but I am far from free. Those who know the truth still want to control me. They’re not about to let me walk away and live a quiet life in the mountains. There’s too much at stake.

I never imagined I'd settle into life in a gambling town, yet here I am, chasing down nuisance demons for the vampire mafia and training as part of an elite demon-hunting team. As my powers continue to develop, so do my feelings for Saxon, the sexy angel-vampire hybrid. Unfortunately, our romance is forbidden by the Pride, so we're forced to rely on dream walks and stolen glances in between dangerous missions.

I’ve never been one to follow suit, yet here I am in a casino town run by vampires working as a supernatural agent. Apparently I’ve traded mountains for molehills because hunting demons is like a deadly game of whack-of-mole. On top of everything else, I’m still figuring out my magical abilities and how I fit in with the rest of the Pride. They’ve had years of elite training, while I’ve had trial by fire and can still feel the burn.

My father talked about Atlantic City the way some women talk about their ex-boyfriends. No good. Avoid at all costs. Soul-sucking even without the demons. Never mind that we lived across the country where, by day we worked as mountain guides, and at night he trained me to use my magic—not that I was allowed to showcase it. That was a hard no. So I hid my powers the way he hid his bourbon—until his murder.

Mari, Nik, their newly formed Pack and the Wind Riders are in danger as the God of Death and his terrifying army march ever closer in Death's quest to rule the Wind Rider Plains - and to kill or enslave anyone who stands in their way. The Pack and the Wind Riders must find a way to stop the God...

Half-fae Astrid Snow is used to being disliked. With magic that makes her mirror back one’s worst qualities, she has more enemies than friends. And when she’s accused of poisoning her father, her stepmother—the formidable Spring Queen—becomes her greatest enemy yet. Forced into hiding, she finds solace at the Seven Sins Hotel. It provides the perfect subterfuge she needs. For who could ever find an outlaw in a hotel famed for sin?

This funny and endearing novel of family, secrets, and aging follows an elderly man who heads off on a joyride with a new young friend—who may have some secrets of her own. A driving force in literature, the one and only Lee Smith returns with a road trip novel, a story full of hope and humor...

“A diabolical and deliciously twisty romp through reality TV home renovations infused with humor and warmth. Sarah Strohmeyer does murder and suspense in all the best possible ways!” —Wanda M. Morris, award-winning author of All Her Little Secrets and Anywhere You Run From the bestselling...

With a mother struggling with anxiety, a father who recently moved out, and no siblings to commiserate with, socially awkward Violet Crane feels like she is starting middle school with less going for herself than your average kid. When the rambunctious Walker family moves in next door, Violet can't help but wish she could become a part of their household. Violet falls in love with all five Walker siblings and especially with Mrs. Walker, who is nothing like her own mother. Violet and Reggie, the black sheep of the family, find that they have an easy understanding of each other.