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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.”

Meine Tante Beverly wird heiraten. Ich sollte mich für sie freuen. Oder? Doch das tue ich nicht. Denn ich weiß, dass dieser Derrick nichts Gutes bedeutet. Nennt es meinen Hexeninstinkt, aber ich bin überzeugt, dass mit dem Kerl etwas nicht stimmt. Aber wie beweise ich das meiner Tante? Ich stehe unter Druck, denn ich habe nur vier Tage Zeit, um es vor der Hochzeit herauszufinden. Ja, vier Tage, bis Beverly diesem schleimigen Mistkerl das Jawort gibt.

I’m ready to enjoy my new life with my newish husband, but apparently, peace and quiet just isn’t in the cards for me. Enter Lilith—the Goddess of Night and Queen of the Netherworld—who shows up unannounced and demands a favor. Saying no isn’t really an option. I mean, how do you tell a literal goddess to shove it when refusing means she’ll kill you? So yeah, I agree.

Finding my husband in bed with another woman was not how I planned to start my day. Or homeless the next minute. And broke. So, when a job comes my way from The Twilight Hotel—a paranormal hotel in midtown Manhattan that serves as a sanctuary and residence—I take it. Cue in tattooed, sexy as sin, grumpy restaurant owner Valen who can’t do drama or high-maintenance women. The problem? He’s cruel and dangerous. And he’s hiding something.

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.

Landing in jail was not how I expected to spend the rest of the night. Nope. I had imagined some horizontal mambo with a certain uber-hot giant. Instead, I find myself stuck in a 10-by-10 cell, hungry, and with a serious need to pee every hour, with only the cold stone walls and the occasional cockroach as my companions. I’m trapped in the bowels of the Gray Council building. And I don’t know if I’ll ever get out.

Broke and living in a one-bedroom apartment the size of a closet is not what you’d expect from an elite hunter like me. But hunting demons and half-breeds isn’t your average nine-to-five job with benefits. The hours are long and the pay usually sucks. I didn’t think I was going to make rent again until the Council, the group of angel-born who’d shunned me all those years ago, offered me a job - a paying one.I could either tell them to shove it, or take the job. So what’s a gal to do? Take the gig, of course.

I thought my life was finally going my way. Boy, was I wrong. When a new job lands in my lap from the Dark Witch Court, with a very large paycheck, I take it. It should have been an easy gig. I was wrong again. Nothing is what it seems. When members of the Gray Council wind up dead, a new evil closes in and I find myself on a dangerous path. Just when I thought I could kick back and relax, the madness of the Netherworld and demons pulls me right back in. And I have no choice but to kick some serious butt.

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.

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.

Whispers of their latest diabolical scheme have reached my ears, and now it's up to me to stop them. But my hands are tied (literally) by the cursed rusane around my neck, rendering my magic useless against them.

I took Dash’s place among The Forsaken without a moment’s hesitation—a reckless, impulsive decision and not exactly my smartest move. But there you have it. Now, I’m bound to this group until the bitter end… or my own demise. Foolish? Perhaps. But I have one more trick up my sleeve. Once again, I find myself in a dangerous game against The Forsaken, fighting to safeguard magical tablets that hold the fate of not only Moonfell but possibly the entire world.

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.

Okay, so officially, I’ve resigned from the Dark Witch Court as one of the witches who clean up paranormal problems no one else wants to handle. Specifically, I deal with the demons that escape from the Veil—the invisible layer that protects our world from the Netherworld. But when I’m called in to investigate a series of human deaths at a local New York restaurant while between jobs, I’m in no position to turn down the cash. So, I unofficially take the gig.

Consumed with grief over the tragic death of her husband, FBI Agent Victory McClane is obsessed with finding Ohio's serial killer, "The Wrapper". When another young woman turns up dead and the victim is linked to Derrick Lynn, son of the secretary of defense, Victory finds Derrick has all the right answers and is a little too helpful. Derrick has a secret: He's a government assassin who uses his unusual paranormal skills to eliminate targets. Determined to keep his own secrets buried, he offers to help find the Wrapper. But can Victory trust him?

Alles, was ich tun wollte, war, mich zurückzulehnen und mit einem gewissen, sehr, sehr heißen, Wergorilla zu entspannen. Aber stattdessen muss ich mich damit beschäftigen, die Königin der Hölle zu finden. Hatte ich sie gefunden? Nein, noch nicht. Und mir gehen langsam die Orte aus, an denen ich suchen kann. Ich weiß, dass es nur eine Frage der Zeit ist, bis sie etwas Dummes tut, wie z. B. eine ganze Stadt auszulöschen, nur weil sie sich dort jemand besser gekleidet hat als sie. So ist sie nun mal. Sehr eitel. Aber ich habe noch schlimmere Probleme.

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.

Nachdem Shay und ich bei Valen eingezogen sind, dachte ich, ich könnte mir endlich eine wohlverdiente Pause vom Wahnsinn dieser Stadt gönnen und ein paar schöne nackte Stunden mit meinem Riesen verbringen. Aber als jemand eine ausgemergelte Leiche in Valens Restaurant findet, weiß ich, dass ich nie eine Pause bekommen werde. Und es kommt noch schlimmer. Es tauchen noch mehr Leichen auf und ein Ermittler des Grauen Rates beginnt sowohl im Twilight Hotel als auch in Valens Restaurant herumzuschnüffeln.

Im Gefängnis zu landen, war nicht das, was ich mir für den Rest der Nacht vorgestellt hatte. Nö. Ich hatte mir einen horizontalen Mambo mit einem gewissen superheißen Riesen vorgestellt. Stattdessen finde ich mich in einer drei mal drei Meter großen Zelle wieder, hungrig und mit einem ernsthaften Bedürfnis, jede Stunde zu pinkeln, mit nur den kalten Steinwänden und der gelegentlichen Kakerlake als Gesellschaft. Ich bin in den Kerkern des Grauen Ratsgebäudes gefangen. Und ich weiß nicht, ob ich jemals wieder herauskomme.