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Rowan is just a child, but living in her world has forced her to grow up, faster than she should have. When she’s attacked and nearly killed, the most unlikely of allies will come to her defense…Pagan knows he shouldn’t trust Nyx and yet, he can’t help but feel like he’s falling for her. But when he agrees to infiltrate the Masked Magistrates in order to steal a lodestone, they will both find themselves in a situation they didn’t bargain for... Stone is frantic. Emma has been abducted by possessed students, Clark at the forefront.

Now at the fresh age of 42, I’m looking for a new start, a new book, and even new love—something I’m hoping to find with the local blacksmith named Leo. Leo seems to be all contradictions: hulking but shy, soft-spoken yet enormous, boyish yet in his mid-40s. What I’m not planning on, however, is that the little cottage I’ve moved into, called Bluebells, is haunted!

My name is Ember, better known as Cinderella. I rely on two things in my life: cleanliness and order. Owing to a traumatic childhood, I’ve got OCD and I cling to control, doing my best to avoid people and men, in particular. The only thing I care about is my job—and deciphering the maps I’m paid to interpret. When a handsome stranger named Aimes Padmoore comes to my cartography office in Sweetland, claiming he needs my help decoding a map that belonged to the Blue Faerie, I want nothing more than to assist him and send him on his way.

It’s 1930, I’m 19-years-old, and I have high hopes of joining the circus with my best friend, Amelia. But when I find myself alone at the train station with no sign of Amelia, I have no choice but to find my own way to the Cirque du Noir, all the while figuring Amelia must have already arrived.

My third mission into the depths of the Underground City finds me battling its demonic residents in the Toy Store, level four of the hellish afterlife. Although my guardian angel, Bill, is by my side every step of the way, Bill isn’t much of a consolation when it comes to fighting things that go bump in the night. Instead, I’d much prefer to rely on the brawn and brains of the two thousand year old Celtic warrior, Tallis Black.

Fairy and law enforcement agent Dulcie O'Neil is in trouble. And so is her friend and master vampire, Bram. Finding themselves on the wrong side where illegal potions importer Jax Rochefort is concerned, now their only focus is finding a way to stay alive. Any way she looks at it, Dulcie is in a bad way. It might just take the perseverance and determination of a certain hunky Loki named Knight to rectify the situation. But even Knight doesn't know what he's up against...

I’m what’s known as a Blood Witch—a witch who was half-turned by a vampire. I’m still in the process of learning how to reverse my condition by returning his "kiss" to the vampire who blooded me, Lorcan Rowe. But every time we attempt the spell, it goes awry. Now it’s become a race against time: If Lorcan’s powers aren’t returned to him through a reversal spell, he’ll eventually lose his mind, and there’s a very good chance he’ll kill me in the process.

After spending a couple of months in the quaint town of Haven Hollow, Oregon, I’m settling in, and things are looking up. My shop, Poppy’s Potions, is successful; I’ve got a best friend in ghost-hunter, Marty Zach; and I’m dating the local Sasquatch, Roy Osbourne. My 11-year-old son, Finn, is doing well in school, and everything seems to be blue skies and golden sunshine. Until my resident ghost, Darla, shatters a vial of Mystic Veil, a powerful potion that opens the door to the Astral Plane, inviting a migratory ghost, the Todhchaí, into Haven Hollow.

After agreeing to let the spirit of Drake Montague inhabit my body (probably not one of my better ideas), I soon discover the twentieth-century French policeman may be dead, but his lothario longings sure aren't. Now I have to find a way to explain to my sweet, sexy, and very alive boyfriend, Ryan Kelly, that a spirit has taken up residence in my head, whispering French words of affection day and night. And, ahem, French is a pretty . . . sexy language.