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Someone paid the vampire king’s creepy son to turn me into one of the bitey undead. I’m not hanging about to find out who or why. The vampires want me to stay with them for one hundred years of indentured servitude but I have this thing about following orders so I ran from the streets of London to the wilds of Alaska. I have an eidetic memory and a can-do attitude. I can-do anything to get away from the vampire king. So when the Sheriff of Portlock, a hidden paranormal town, invites me to be his assistant, I say sure thing. It beats servitude hands down.

Brigid Donovan’s battle with the witches is finally over. Her new supernatural bed and breakfast is open for business, and she’s ready to embrace her new life as a low-key small business owner. But peace never lasts—especially when there’s a power vacuum calling out to every ambitious supernatural in the region. Brigid doesn’t care who claims the territory… as long as they leave her out of it. Unfortunately, that’s not part of their plan.

Brigid Donovan has found some of her Fae magic, but some is still missing. Her new boyfriend doesn't remember who she is, and the witch coven still wants to take everything from her. Her call for help brought her human best friend, but she hasn't any magic—although she makes up for it with enthusiasm. To get her stolen magic back, Brigid's going to have to master the magic she does have. Putting out a call to her Fae great-grandfather could be the best idea yet, or it could be the worst. The Fae aren't known for their compassion.

Ok, so not much sex is going on. The closest I’ve gotten to some action is a date with Stan which ended in disaster. But with all the eye-candy walking around this small town, including the sexy vampire leader, Connor, I’m definitely re-thinking my ‘no dating’ rule. I don’t get the chance to do much about it though because some ruffians think it’s funny to break into the Grimes’ moonshine shop.

The dark gods of my people are back, and they’re hunting the shadow-winged — like me. Being a bush pilot is the third most dangerous job in the world. I’m Piper Tikaani, and I take that in stride. As an Inupiaq Raven Clan shapeshifter—flying is second nature, whether in my supernatural form or tackling the skies in my Super Cub. Strong winds, rugged terrain, and rough clients are all the excitement I need. But when a family friend is found dead on the roof of his wilderness cabin, I find myself caught in a world of hidden treasure and a new, dark reality. Now the people I love hide ...

After the shit that went down in Chrome Mine, I’m beginning to fear that I may never see my Sidnee again, because the Sidnee I’ve been left with? She’s downright scary. Just as we try to catch our breath, calamity strikes anew: the Mayor’s son has been murdered, and suspicion is being thrown around like confetti—from the mayor himself to nearly half the town, including the usually mild-mannered Sidnee.

The Secret Haven Inn is finally running smoother—if you don’t count the escalating tension with the vampires. Brigid and her friends thought they’d ended the threat, but the vamps have Kilchis’s police force in their pocket… and maybe more. Meanwhile, Brigid’s sworn to help Brightfeather hide her chicks from their royal griffin grandparents. If that secret slips, she’s not just facing a vampire uprising—she’ll have an all-out griffin war on her hands.

Curses are falling on this town like rain in London. Just when I think I’ve found a link between the hexed victims, someone else shows up who’s been jinxed. It feels like the devil is playing darts with my paranormal town and if the dart hits you, you get whammed with a curse. To be honest, I haven’t a clue how to find the perpetrator. My sole lead is pointing at the travelling black market that has just arrived in Portlock. That would be all fine and dandy — if I could find it. Weirdly, no one is willing to direct the cops to a highly illegal market.

Brigid Donovan is down on her luck. Her husband dumped her for the biggest stereotype around, his secretary, and her family mansion is a decaying wreck. All she wants is to get it restored, enjoy the peace and quiet of living in eight hundred acres of primordial forest, and rebuild her life. Fate seems to be against her. First, her cat starts to speak to her. And what does he say? He's not what he seems to be—seriously? Like a talking cat is normal.

I thought I was finally getting the hang of being a paranormal policewoman, but when one of the gemstones powering the barrier around the town is stolen, I’m as terrified as the average Joe. Of course, there’s nothing average about the Joes in this town. It’s chock full of mythical creatures, and some of them think the barrier is a waste of time. Well, I’ve seen the cryptid monster beyond and I know we’re doomed if the magical palisade ever fails. Calling what would follow a massacre would be a gross understatement.

I thought going back to school would be fun. After all, we’re adults now–no angst-ridden teen dramas here–and we’re all law-enforcement recruits training to become State Troopers. Surely we’ll work together like professionals, right? Wrong. One of my fellow recruits has it in for me. If I didn’t know better, I’d think I’d peed in his cereal or corrected his grammar in public, but I swear I’ve done nothing to deserve the daggers he’s throwing my way.

All I want is a perfect Christmas with great food, amazing friends and the love of my life by my side. The tree is decorated, the feast (cooked by a hearth witch!) is ready, and Connor’s home is buzzing with festive cheer. This year I can feel it: Christmas magic is within my reach.

Welcome to Portlock: where the dead don’t always stay that way. When a human inspector drops dead in the Chrome Mine, things get messy fast. The dwarves are up in arms, swearing the mine is cursed, and when a second body turns up—this time without its head—all fingers point to the local hag. But I’ve met Matilda. She’s terrifying, sure, but she doesn’t seem like the elaborate crime scene type. More of a ‘crush you under a landslide’ kind of gal. Still, with the dwarves baying for blood and a murderer on the loose, I need answers before this case spirals out of control.

Someone paid the vampire king’s creepy son to turn me into one of the bitey undead. I’m not hanging about to find out who or why. The vampires want me to stay with them for one hundred years of indentured servitude but I have this thing about following orders so I ran from the streets of London to the wilds of Alaska. I have an eidetic memory and a can-do attitude. I can-do anything to get away from the vampire king. So when the Sheriff of Portlock, a hidden paranormal town, invites me to be his assistant, I say sure thing. It beats servitude hands down.

Things go from bad to worse when I get a summons to attend the vampire king’s court, where I get my marching orders. I’m given one lousy week to get my affairs in order, and then I’m to present myself to the conclave to commence my hundred years of indentured servitude, where I get to learn Vampire 101.

Ein mürrischer Vampir. Eine Stadt voller Geheimnisse. Ein Mörder, der frei herumläuft. Jemand hat den unheimlichen Sohn des Vampirkönigs dafür bezahlt, mich in eine dieser bissigen Untoten zu verwandeln. Ich werde nicht warten, um herauszufinden, wer oder warum. Die Vampire wollen, dass ich für hundert Jahre der Knechtschaft bei ihnen bleibe, aber ich befolge nur ungern Befehle. Also bin ich von den Straßen Londons in die Wildnis Alaskas geflohen.

In a desperate move, Brigid defeated the witches, but now she is stuck in Faerie with zero ideas, or the power, to get back home. At least her cat and her bestie are with her. But they're not the only ones she accidentally transported. The coven's head witch, Sofia, has also disappeared into the Fae realm. If Brigid had any luck, a wild Fae creature would eat Sofia, but Brigid's luck ran out years ago. Lost in a foreign realm, Brigid has to navigate the Fae court without insulting anyone or inadvertently causing a civil war.

Werepredators are bad, but ancient gods and monsters are much, much worse. Things have been going downhill since Piper discovered who she really was and whom she descended from. Now her best friend has paid the price. An ancient goddess has forced Bran into an artifact changing her, and to make it worse, she won't leave Bran alone. You can only run, hide, and muddle through so long before the final chess moves are complete. Weasel is coming for Bran. An unknown monster is stalking Piper, and war between the ancient gods, the shadow winged, and the weres is lurking on the horizon. If Piper's...

Megan's world has shattered. The love of her life is gone, leaving her hollow and consumed by grief. In the midst of this despair, one venomous remark from Merlin—yes, that Merlin—sends her over the edge, pushing her into a reckless new purpose: bounty hunting across the Splinters of reality with her red dragon, Goch.

Megan has just lost the love of her life. Killed protecting her home and her best friend, werewolf Luke was her love, her future, and her everything, but now he's gone. Gripped in the throes of grief, and after a deliberately hateful statement by Merlin—yes, that Merlin—she's thrown herself into a dangerous pursuit. Hunting bounties across the Splinters of reality on the back of her red dragon, Goch. When Merlin brings her a job from the dragons, she has no choice but to take it. The Golden Collar of Merlin has been stolen from them and they want it back.