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Don't get me wrong, waking up to discover my ex-husband finally killed me wasn't fun. Finding out I had to get a job and pay Afterlife taxes about 10 minutes later? Let's just say, this wasn't exactly the eternal reward I was hoping for. But beggars can't be choosers, and being a demon sure as hell beats my last occupation. I’m well on my way to retirement behind the pearly gates when the impossible happens. The Risk Witches have a vision.

I am many things, but a supernatural being is not one of them. At least not until a crescent mark appears on my wrist and everything changes. I’ve been marked by a wolf goddess, yet no one knows what that means, myself included.

Burdened by debt after her husband's death, Lucy Muir insists on moving into the very cheap Gull Cottage in the quaint seaside village of Whitecliff, despite multiple warnings that the house is haunted. Upon discovering the rumors to be true, the young widow ends up forming a special companionship with the ghost of handsome former sea captain Daniel Gregg. Lucy finds in her secret relationship with Captain Gregg a comfort and blossoming love she never could have predicted.

Welcome to the dark world of Grimm, where the villains are as wicked as their desires. Rozlyn is a courtesan who dreams of becoming a prestigious seamstress in the Dawnbreak Court. When the mysterious Marquis of Shadows offers her his patronage, Rozlyn’s dream of owning a dress shop is finally within her reach. That is, until she’s forced into a marriage to the Marquis. The Marquis of Shadows is the greatest sorcerer in all of Grimm, but when he recklessly created a spell for revenge, he bound himself to his tower. The curse can only be broken by one maiden.

Indulge in all the shenanigans at CSG in one volume! Hellhounds declaring a glitter fight? Vampires at war with accounting? It's another day at the Community of Species Government.

Hadley Hunter is living a great life with her fiancé and friends on a magical tropical island with all the crab legs and frozen margaritas in the world. Their only worry is a foul-mouthed parrot who seems to be stalking them. Then the unthinkable happens. Her grandfather disappears from his ranch, and the only clue is a symbol burned into one of the fields. While searching for him, Hadley is accidentally transported to a different plane … and her life is cast into upheaval.

Rain has lost nearly everything in the last decade. Her grandmother, her brother, and now the home that holds their memories. Her only constant is Graham, the powerful Fae who knows her heart better than she wants to admit.

It began on New Year’s Eve. The sickness came on suddenly, and spread quickly. The fear spread even faster. Within weeks, everything people counted on began to fail them. The electrical grid sputtered; law and government collapsed - and more than half of the world’s population was decimated. Where there had been order, there was now chaos. And as the power of science and technology receded, magick rose up in its place.

Hayden Walker might be trapped in Willow Lake by guilt and duty, but he's no one's alpha. It doesn't matter how many times people call him Alpha, with a capital A like it's his name, he just isn't—just ask his last pack. They had no problem rejecting him to follow his traitorous brother, Robbie, twelve years ago.

Casteel Da’Neer knows all too well that very few are as cunning or vicious as the Blood Queen, but no one, not even him, could’ve prepared for the staggering revelations. The magnitude of what the Blood Queen has done is almost unthinkable. Nothing will stop Poppy from freeing her King and destroying everything the Blood Crown stands for. With the strength of the Primal of Life’s guards behind her, and the support of the wolven, Poppy must convince the Atlantian generals to make war her way—because there can be no retreat this time.

In the brooding, dark landscape of England, with its rolling hills and forgotten castles, the dark breeds evil in every shadow. Well, almost every shadow. Some of them have stupid in them instead.

Dark winds howl over the cornfields, but even three years after the pyres have burnt out, the cries of innocents still haunt the air. Tonight, the magic conjured by my blood will breathe life into a scarecrow carved of pumpkin and bone, binding a damned soul to return and avenge those burned by pious men, drunk on their own corruption.

It’s time I wise up, before I’m buried in an early grave. Avenging my friend has never seemed more difficult. Things aren’t as they seem on campus. The killer picking off students wears a familiar face, but more sinister forces are at work while he distracts us. I am uniquely positioned to save lives, despite being a freshman witch, as long as I can work together with three very different men. That’s so much easier said than done.

Georgiana is missing! When a frantic Darcy seeks out his friend’s help in finding his sister, he has no idea what unconventional method Bingley would suggest. Darcy has no interest in the metaphysical but he is more desperate than at any other time in his life. Miss Elizabeth Bennet immediately responds to the urgency of Mr. Darcy’s request for aid. Where could Miss Darcy be? She sets off with him in a mad dash across the country, and the sea, in an anxious search for a most beloved sister. Miss Bennet’s guidance and compassion comforts Darcy, sustaining his confidence in their success.

New York Times Bestseller! USA TODAY Bestseller! A bestselling novel for a whole new generation of vampire enthusiasts, narrated by Gail Shalan—with a brand-new author's note read by Celina Myers! "Brilliant new vampire lore.... Spine-tingling!" —L.J. Smith, #1 New York Times bestselling...

I’ve loved Kaldur of House Kaalium since the first moment I laid eyes on him. He’s a sinfully charming, lore-smoking playboy with a smile that makes me see stars. As the High Lord of Vyaan, his vast power and wealth extends throughout the entirety of our nation—and he’s as untouchable as he is devastatingly handsome. Me? I’m a lowly human keeper on his grand estate. An orphan with no family. A dreamer, who lives in the adventure of my own fictional stories. I couldn’t be more beneath his notice or unlike the plethora of pretty, clever socialites who warm his bed.

The king is dead. Ellevail has fallen. And I've been kidnapped by an annoyingly sexy, shadow-wielding prick. When Kade Blackthorn kidnapped me in the middle of the siege, he sealed his fate. I will never trust his lies again. With the marriage trials interrupted and my father dead, the throne is at risk of falling into the hands of his duplicitous royal advisor. But being hundreds of miles from home, there's nothing I can do until I find a way to escape the arrogant man who stole my heart. No matter the cost.

The secret is out: I’m the prophesied scourge, and according to the Legacy Council, my quintet and I must be hunted down and destroyed immediately. With the size of the bounty they’ve put on our heads, there’s no telling who we can trust. Going on the run feels cowardly, but it’s necessary. We need time to regroup so I can move on to the next step of my plan to free the humans trapped in the Nether. We also have to figure out how I’m being mysteriously bound to each of my matches. It should be impossible, yet the more we bond against all odds, the more powerful I feel.

Reapers can't feel. We aren't born. We're created from the essence of the dead, from Death himself breathing us into existence. We have one purpose. Ferry mortals to the afterlife so they can be judged, weighed, and born anew. I've taken countless human souls, and I've never cared… until I met a human who made me throw everything away for the chance to feel him for just a moment before he died. And then… I saw his twin brother.

Imagine witnessing your mother’s brutal murder. Imagine not being able to remember a single thing about what happened, even though you were there. It doesn’t matter how hard I try: I. Can’t. Remember! I was just a small boy when it happened. I must have tried to defend her because I have the scars that prove it. My wounds should have healed completely. They didn’t. My scars are my constant reminder of what the Moones did...what they took away from us. My mother died in agony. A piece of my father died along with her.