Cartomancer's Guide to Werewolves

Never trust a werewolf. I'm the weakest cartomancer who ever lived, but I can use Tarot cards to work magic. Most days. That makes me the natural prey of the Soldiers of the Light, the jumped-up werewolves who police the magic community. They've hunted cartomancers for centuries because of some stupid ancient feud.

My kind of magic involves Tarot cards, not shape-shifting, but I've been bitten. Now I'm a werewolf, forced to join my sworn enemies. I need to find a cure for lycanthropy fast and get the heck out of Dodge. My calendar is really filling up. Before the next full moon, I have to find a cure, save magic, and stage the romance of the century. Without actually falling in love.

When all your choices are terrible, sometimes all that's left is the impossible. I've spent the last seventeen years believing my mother was dead. Turns out, she's actually a prisoner in the elemental plane, trapped by a faerie bargain gone wrong. All I want is to save her, but there's a new...