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Okay, so I'm in trouble. Big trouble. I'm broke. Worse, my boyfriend of five years just dumped me. What do I do? I move in with my three eccentric aunts in their family home, Davenport House. Sounds exciting, only this massive farmhouse likes to eat men. If I were a regular human, I would have run out screaming like a banshee. As a witch - I do absolutely nothing. Hey, maybe they deserved it? I'm back in Hollow Cove, the flamboyant paranormal community, where nymphs, werewolves, trolls, shifters, witches, and other paranormals live comfortable lives away from prying human eyes.

I should be happy for her. Right? But I'm not. Because I know this Derrick character is bad news. Call it my witchy instincts, but I'm convinced something is seriously off with the guy. So how do I prove it to my aunt? The pressure is on as I only have four days to figure it out before the wedding—yes, four days until Beverly says, "I do" to that slimy bastard. As the clues start to come together, I have to wade through a pack of lies to get to the truth and find out who Derrick Baudelaire really is—and what he's hiding.

All I wanted to do was sit back and relax with a certain hot wereape. But, instead, I'm busy trying to find the queen of hell. Have I found her? Not yet. And I'm running out of places to look. I know it's only a matter of time before she does something stupid—like obliterate an entire town because they dressed better than her. But I've got worse problems. Things soon spiral down the crapper when two teenagers are found dead in Hollow Cove. A new evil hangs over our town, a significant threat to the Davenport witches and all the witches in Hollow Cove.

I was hoping for a few days off from dealing with murder charges, bad guys, and the everyday paranormal bizarre. All I wanted was a nice break from all the crazy. And did I get it? No. Of course not. Instead, a new coven comes to town. A coven of witch females who call themselves The Sisters of the Circle, a small, elite group for the upper crust of witch society—according to Dolores. But there's something off about this coven, and I just can't put my finger on it. All the while, my aunts and other witches in town worship the ground they walk on like fangirls. Forget my time off.

We killed someone.... Okay, not exactly the news I wanted to hear from my aunts. But here it was. Now, what the hell was I supposed to do with it? Just when I thought I could finally get a well-deserved break from the shitshow I'd been living for the past months, I get hit with this. To make matters worse, an investigator starts snooping around Hollow Cove, asking questions about my aunts. If they're found guilty of this murder, it's a one-way ticket to Grimway Citadel - the witch prison.

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.

Hollow Cove was never a dangerous city. Weird and eccentric, maybe. But not dangerous. Until now. A new magic threatens our paranormal community and competes for dominance. Something awakens in the night, and it's a real stinker. Not kidding. I'm a Merlin now, and my plan is simple - get in, protect my family and friends, and defeat this new evil. But it's never that simple. One small misstep could lead to disaster.

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.

The hardscrabble folks of Troublesome Creek have to scrap for everything - everything except books, that is. Thanks to Roosevelt's Kentucky Pack Horse Library Project, Troublesome's got its very own traveling librarian, Cussy Mary Carter. Cussy's not only a book woman, however, she's also the last of her kind, her skin a shade of blue unlike most anyone else. Not everyone is keen on Cussy's family or the Library Project, and a Blue is often blamed for any whiff of trouble.

Meine Tante Beverly wird heiraten. Ich sollte mich für sie freuen. Oder? Doch das tue ich nicht. Denn ich weiß, dass dieser Derrick nichts Gutes bedeutet. Nennt es meinen Hexeninstinkt, aber ich bin überzeugt, dass mit dem Kerl etwas nicht stimmt. Aber wie beweise ich das meiner Tante? Ich stehe unter Druck, denn ich habe nur vier Tage Zeit, um es vor der Hochzeit herauszufinden. Ja, vier Tage, bis Beverly diesem schleimigen Mistkerl das Jawort gibt.

In this standalone and companion novel to the The Book Woman of Troublesome Creek series, our heroine for the ages, legendary book woman, Cussy Lovett, returns home. A powerful testament of strength, survival, and the magic of the printed word, The Mountains We Call Home is wrapped into a vivid...

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.

Sie wollen nicht Shay. Sie wollen dich. Okay, das waren nicht die Worte, die ich aus dem Mund meines Engelsvaters Matiel erwartet hatte. Aber hier waren sie. Die Gilde der Engel-Assassinen will meinen Tod. Fantastisch. Ich meine, was muss eine Hexe heutzutage tun, um eine Atempause zu bekommen? Ich kann nicht einmal spazieren gehen, ohne dass jemand versucht, mich zu töten. Schlimmer noch, ich habe keine Ahnung, warum sie mich jagen. Aber ihr wisst ja, was man sagt: Wenn das Leben dir Zitronen gibt, mach Limonade daraus. Und ich habe eine ganze Menge Zitronen, mit denen ich arbeiten kann.

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.

La vie à Hollow Cove s'était enfin calmée... du moins, c'est ce que je croyais. Je comptais profiter de ma nouvelle vie avec mon homme tout juste épousé, mais visiblement, la paix et la tranquillité ne figurent jamais au programme. C’est là qu’intervient Lilith—Déesse de la Nuit et Reine du Monde Inférieur—qui débarque sans prévenir pour exiger une faveur. Refuser ? Pas vraiment une option. Comment dire à une divinité d’aller se faire voir quand elle menace de vous tuer si vous ne coopérez pas ? Alors oui, j’ai accepté.

Quand la Légion des anges m’a tuée, me transformant en ange avant de me ramener, j’ai cru que j’allais pouvoir me reposer un bout de temps. J’allais lever le pied... passer du temps de qualité avec mon elfe sexy. Mais je me trompais.

The Giant and the Witch is perfect for fans of urban fantasy, mystery, slow-burn romance, and humor. Get ready for this heart-pounding and laugh-out-loud magical adventure!

In meinem Beruf ist es wichtig, beschäftigt zu bleiben, und neue Herausforderungen halten mich auf Trab. Ich hatte nur nicht erwartet, dass es so bald passieren würde. Okay, ich habe also das Geschenk des Erzdämons Lucian angenommen, in der Hoffnung, dass es mich unbesiegbar machen würde - ein großer Fehler.

My big day is finally here. Marcus and I are getting married—or so I thought. Unfortunately, disaster stands in the way of my happily ever after, and it comes in the form of a god—a narcissistic one, no less. Of course, it does.