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I survived the incident with the Greater Demon. As a dark witch, I can handle pretty much any supernatural baddie that comes my way, including the occasional Greater Demon. But my struggles are far from over. When a series of unexplained witch murders plague New York City, it’s up to me to uncover the culprits and hunt them down with some good ol’ fashion magic. To make matters worse, the insufferable, drool-worthy Logan keeps popping into my life unannounced, making it extremely hard to focus on the job—and not his tight behind.

But I’m not your average witch. I’m a Dark witch, and I loooove to hunt and kill demons with good old-fashioned magic. All is well until a human girl is murdered and her soul taken by a Greater demon. It gets worse. Human bodies are dropping like flies and I have no choice but to team up with Logan, a sexy as sin angel-born warrior to solve the case. Trouble is, everyone knows angel-borns hate Dark witches. I can’t trust him. But I don’t have a choice. I’m going to solve these murders, even if the angel-born hates me, and even if the heat between us is irresistible.

In the ruggedness of the beautiful Kentucky mountains, Honey Lovett has always known that the old ways can make a hard life harder. As the daughter of the famed blue-skinned Troublesome Creek packhorse librarian, Honey and her family have been hiding from the law all her life. But when her mother and father are imprisoned, Honey realizes she must fight to stay free, or risk being sent away for good.

Rowyn and Tyrius are back! And the world will never be same again. After the Legion of angels killed me - transformed me to an angel and then brought me back - I thought I could rest for a little while. I would put my feet up...have some quality time with my sexy elf. I was wrong. I’ve barely survived the fight with the archdemon Lucian when another problem arises. A priest has been murdered, and the church is looking to me to help them.

Lucian, the first of the fallen archdemons, is a cosmic douche. And he’s looking for me. Swell. Without the mark of an archangel, I have no protection against his dark gift. He wants to use me as his puppet, but I’m no one’s puppet. The archdemon is up to something. I can feel it. Something really big and equally evil. And he’ll stop at nothing until he gets what he wants.

It’s important to stay busy in my line of work, and fresh challenges keep me on my toes. I just didn’t expect it to happen so soon. Okay, so I accepted the archdemon Lucian’s gift in the hopes that it would make me invincible - big mistake. A darkness rises in me that I can’t control. It seduces me, offering me the power to make things right again, all the while consuming little pieces of my soul. But if I embrace the darkness, will I ever be the same?

I didn’t think my life could get any worse — but it did. A series of gruesome murders shake New York City, and it’s my job to try and catch the murderous SOBs before they kill their next victim. But something doesn’t smell right. Literally. The deeper I dig, the worse it gets. Turns out these murders are not what they seem. They’re much, much worse. It gets better. A new darkness has risen. Something I’d never faced before and a lot more powerful than me. Yeah, I was shocked too.

When life gives you magic, murder charges, and mood swings—just add a dash of chaos. I expected pregnancy to come with weird cravings and swollen ankles—not an arrest warrant and a murder mystery. But hey, there you have it. Marcus has been accused of killing a wereape from the New York pack, and the Gray Council authorities are ready to drag him to prison. But they’ve got the wrong guy, and I’ll do whatever it takes to prove it—even if it means confronting a killer, fending off cranky marshals, and dealing with magic that seems determined to betray me at the worst moments.

Ne manquez pas le prochain livre de la série, Les sorcières de New York.« Ils ne veulent pas de Shay. C'est toi qu'ils veulent. »D'accord, ce ne sont pas les mots auxquels je m'attendais, venant de la bouche de mon père ange, Matiel. Mais ils étaient bel et bien là. La Guilde des Anges Assassins veut ma mort. Fantastique. Je veux dire… Qu'est-ce qu'une sorcière doit faire pour s'en sortir, de nos jours ? Je ne peux même pas me promener tranquillement sans que quelqu'un essaie de me tuer ! Pire encore, je n'ai aucune idée de la raison pour laquelle ils me pourchassent.

Die Vampirin Freida hat Shay entdeckt. Na toll. Es gibt wohl keine Ruhe für die Bösen, wie man so schön sagt. Bin ich wütend? Nur ein bisschen. Als Sternenlicht-Hexe habe ich schon so manchen Kampf hinter mir. Ich meine, seien wir ehrlich, eine Hexe zu sein ist schon schwer genug, aber wenn dann noch eine kleine Schwester dazukommt, wird es verrückt. Shay trägt die Kraft der Sonne in sich und jeder will ein Stück davon, auch die böse Vampirin Freida. Sie will meine kleine Schwester für ihre eigenen ruchlosen Zwecke benutzen, aber ich werde das nicht zulassen.

Macht euch bereit für dieses spannende und unterhaltsame Abenteuer und findet heraus, was sich bei den Davenport-Hexen als Nächstes zusammenbraut! Ich hatte auf ein paar Tage Ruhe von Mordanklagen, Dämonen und dem alltäglichen paranormalen Wahnsinn gehofft. Alles, was ich wollte, war eine nette Abwechslung von all dem Stress. Und bekam ich die? Nein. Natürlich nicht. Stattdessen kommt ein neuer Hexenzirkel in die Stadt. Ein Zirkel weiblicher Hexen, die sich selbst die Schwestern des Zirkels nennen, eine kleine Elitegruppe für die Oberschicht der Hexengesellschaft, wie Dolores sagt.

I’m pregnant. Yep, you heard that right. Pregnant. And while I’m trying really hard not to freak out about that, Hollow Cove is busy preparing for its Headless Horseman reenactment—a big deal around here, apparently. But just as the town is gearing up for spooky fun, events take a real-life terrifying twist. A body is discovered, and carved into it are the words: “Give it back.”

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.

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.

I was engaged. Okay, so I wasn't technically engaged. But I did fantasize about it. A lot. Okay, all the time. No need to pretend. The only problem here was when couples got engaged, there was usually a proposal of sorts, an exchange of promises, and a mutual agreement to spend the rest of their lives together. But three weeks have now passed since the night I found that black box with that pretty ring, and still, the chief hasn't proposed. But I've got worse problems. A mysterious and ominous curse spreads across our town, and we don't know who's responsible or why it's happening.

Lucifer took my magic. Okay, so technically, Derrick the incubus douche took it, but he was Lucifer's guy and following orders. Still, I can't be a witch or a Merlin without magic. Can my life get any worse? Of course, it can. As I try to adjust and accept life without a drop of magic in my veins, Marcus disappears. Well, not exactly, more like he ghosts me. He's not returning my calls or my texts. Just when I think I finally have my love life on track, it gets derailed, and my heart is slowly torn apart.