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When Nora is tasked with judging a pie-baking contest, one of the contestants is left pucker-faced when she dies under mysterious circumstances. My name is Nora Black, and at fifty-seven, I've learned that life—like key lime pie—is equal parts sweet and tart. Business is booming, my best...

Now that my nero-craft has been triggered, I’m off to the Iron Grove compound, along with my hot druid boyfriend and his violently awesome sister, to learn magic from the best of the best. Of course, not every druid or tru-craft witch is happy about me adding water magic to the earth, fire, and air magic I already wield. There is even talk of a test they want me to take that sounds about as much fun as an alien probing. No, thank you. I’ll have to rely on allies, old and new if I want to survive the incoming tide of enemies who want me to drown in my own magic.

Most days, I’m just trying to raise my kid and not die. So when a troupe of randy pixies gather in my garden, demanding I protect them, I’m like, bitch, I can barely protect myself. On top of that, I have to worry about monster attacks from enemies new and old. My grimoire keeps talking in riddles. Linda the Gnome is more surly than usual. Thank heavens for my hottie druid boyfriend who has my back, front, and side, and a fat cat named Bob who calms me better than a prescription mood stabilizer. Tru-craft has been nature’s midlife gift that keeps on trying to kill me.

Being a forty-something, newly divorced, single mom comes with its challenges. Finding out I’m a witch is just another one of them. As a new practitioner of tru-craft, I’ve been told that every witch is called to a single element, and they are sent down one of two paths, the Fade or the Bright. Of course, every rule has an exception, and in this case, it’s me.

As a forty-three-year-old, newly divorced, single mom, I know two things for certain: starting over sucks, and magic isn’t real. At least that’s what I thought. I mean, starting over really does stink, but when it comes to magic, I have to rethink everything. My garden gnome Linda has come to life. No, really. Her name is Linda, and she never shuts up. A chonky cat with a few secrets of his own has adopted me. And a gorgeous professor of the occult tells me I’m a witch. 

Chavvah Trimmel, a were-coyote and part-owner in Sunny's Outlook, has recovered physically from her kidnapping, but emotionally she still has scars. Her best friend, Sunny, is happily married and knee-deep in baby poop. All Chavvah wants to do is focus on the future and forget about the past. When the Tri-State Council of therianthropes decides to hold their annual jubilee in Peculiar, Chavvah is stoked.

Sunny Haddock, an animal-loving vegetarian psychic, is stoked to leave California behind to start a new life in the Ozark town of Peculiar with her best friend Chavvah Trimmel. She ups the moving date when Chav goes missing, and Sunny high tails it to the small town. What Sunny doesn't realize is that she's moving into a community of were-shifters, and they don't want a human resident.

Four days before Halloween, and poor Sunny Haddock is pregnant...again...but her body isn't the only thing haunting her. She is getting psychic visions of classic horror monsters getting stalked by the invisible man. With each new incident, his actions are getting more deadly. Can she figure out the mystery before someone she cares about becomes the next victim?

You'll never hear anyone who knows me say, "Boy, that Sunny Haddock sure is a quitter.” I’m no defeatist. But, lately, it hasn’t been easy to see the glass half full. I’m weeks away from having a baby and trying really hard to marry the father and love of my life, and it’s been one catastrophic disaster after another. Between a waxing disaster (you know what I mean, ladies!) and the theft of our weddings bands, it appears our union is doomed. But ever the optimist, I’m determined to figure out who or what is trying to sabotage my Valentine's Day nuptials.

Lily and Parker are finally tying the knot. Surrounded by their friends, family, and faithful dogs in the quirky town of Moonrise, the long-awaited day promises joy, love, and maybe a few nerves. But when a corpse crashes the wedding party, the impending "I do's" turn into "whodunit?"

Talk about a girl on fire. Literally. Sharing a piece of Zev's soul also gives me access to his fire magic. Oh, yeah, we keep things hot. After a harrowing rescue mission where I pissed off half the folks in a secret supernatural realm—not to mention a snake goddess who wants Zev all to herself—I knew trouble would find us again. I just didn't expect it to show up on the same day I brought Zev home. Someone who clearly missed the memo on "leave the people I love alone or get fired from life" has kidnapped my brother Rowan.

I'm Marigold Everlee, a middle-aged eclectic witch who doesn't have to look for supernatural trouble because supernatural trouble finds me. Especially now that I have been bonded to a fiery ifrit in a way that has the entire djinn world quaking in their bottles. My life takes a sizzling turn when a malevolent supernatural creature comes after me, hell-bent on unraveling the secret to my bond with Zev. As the dark force closes in, I have to summon every ounce of my magical prowess to protect our bond and keep out of the creature's grasp.

Like a vegan at a barbecue, trouble rolls into town in the form of a pack of werewolves. These furry interlopers aren't here for the scenic hikes or the artisanal honey—oh no, they want a piece of Paradise Falls, and they're not asking politely. When the Witch-Shifter Coalition votes to boot the wolves, the head howler throws down the gauntlet, declaring the sacred Rite of Arphlitian—a ritual fight to the death as ancient as the town's oldest oak tree.

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When cougar-shifter Lily Mason moves to Moonrise, Missouri, she wishes for only three things . . . to find a job, to find a place to live, and to live as a human. Lily gets more than she bargains for when a rescue pit bull named Smooshie rescues her from an oncoming car. Lily's new life as an integrator is threatened when Smooshie finds Katherine Kapersky, the local church choir leader and head of the town council, dead in the field behind the rescue center.

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When my scratch-n-sniff psychic gift acts up, and it sniffs out an actual murderous plot, our fun outing takes a totally deadly turn. My scent-o-rama is spazzing out to the max! The clues are in the past, and we're racing against the clock to turn back time. But with my nose for clues and a little luck, hopefully, we can find a killer before school's out for murder.

When Lily Mason and her friends go on a winter holiday to a pet-friendly mountain resort, no one expects murder to be on the weekend's agenda. Things get twisted, when Lily and company discover the victim is no victim, and the suspects all have a reason for wanting him dead.

When my BFF Gilly Martin requests my help in narrowing down her dance card from two great guys to one, I reluctantly agree to employ my psychic nose for the good of my bestie's future. But who knew dating could be deadly? After Gilly's ex-husband is arrested for murder, I am more than okay with my Detective Hottie boyfriend locking the meathead up and throwing away the key. However, being a jerk doesn't make someone a killer, and the case smells fishy from the get-go. So, I'm putting my personal feelings aside and using my smell-o-vision to investigate.

The only thing I want more than to marry Billy Bob is to have his baby, but since that ship has sailed thanks to prior trauma, I’m just happy to get him down the aisle. The date is set for the winter solstice, but a challenge from an unexpected guest is turning my special day into a fight-club nightmare. I’ve already had to postpone my wedding twice, and I’m starting to think fate hates my guts. On top of that, there are almost 40 werewolves camped out on Billy Bob's property, claiming that the both of us are their new leaders.