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Twenty years ago, I escaped my hometown of Moonfell, a paranormal hotspot in the suburb of New York, a place hidden from human eyes. A place I swore I’d never return. But the gruesome murder of a teen werewolf brought me back. As I delve deeper into the case, I realize this was no ordinary killing. Someone or something is targeting the supernatural community. Struggling to control my powers, I find myself entangled in the drama of my neighbors.

Kara had only just begun to enjoy her life as a mortal with David when they’re pulled back suddenly into the world of the supernatural. The Legion has made an important discovery: a new Elemental child, whose whereabouts are unknown. Kara immediately prepares herself for battle, and comes face to face with the evil Seirs—a group of mortals devoted to the Netherworld. What’s worse, someone close to her is taken. Kara and her friends embark on another dangerous journey to seek out this child. But is this kid really an Elemental or something else entirely?

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.

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.

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.

In this standalone and companion novel to the The Book Woman of Troublesome Creek series, our heroine for the ages, legendary book woman, Cussy Lovett, returns home. A powerful testament of strength, survival, and the magic of the printed word, The Mountains We Call Home is wrapped into a vivid...

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.

Kara learns that the evil Seirs are slaughtering Sensitives that refuse to swear an allegiance to Lilith—the Netherworld’s princess and her diabolical half-sister. While on assignment, Kara discovers that Lilith is searching for an ancient weapon that can destroy mankind.

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.

A string of lifeless bodies haunt the streets of Moonfell, each one more gruesome than the last. Werewolf gone mad? Possibly. But as the bodies pile up, doubt creeps in. Something about this feels off, and I can’t help but wonder if something more sinister is at play. While I try to unravel the mysteries surrounding Moonfell’s recent deaths, Dash continues to weave in and out of my life with his own secrets and agendas. As the body count rises, a threat looms over my life, and I can’t help but feel like I am walking through a minefield with no way out.

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.

In my life, when things go bad, they go notoriously bad. As if having a greater demon hunting me wasn’t bad enough, or a demented archangel trying to kill me, try doing a job for a fae queen I hate. Why? Because, someone close to me is about to lose everything if I don’t find a crapload of money soon. But without any other jobs coming up, I’m stuck. So, when the fae queen of the Dark Court offers me a gig, I take it.

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 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.

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.

Sie wollen nicht Shay. Sie wollen dich. Okay, das waren nicht die Worte, die ich aus dem Mund meines Engelsvaters Matiel erwartet hatte. Aber hier waren sie. Die Gilde der Engel-Assassinen will meinen Tod. Fantastisch. Ich meine, was muss eine Hexe heutzutage tun, um eine Atempause zu bekommen? Ich kann nicht einmal spazieren gehen, ohne dass jemand versucht, mich zu töten. Schlimmer noch, ich habe keine Ahnung, warum sie mich jagen. Aber ihr wisst ja, was man sagt: Wenn das Leben dir Zitronen gibt, mach Limonade daraus. Und ich habe eine ganze Menge Zitronen, mit denen ich arbeiten kann.

In meinem Beruf ist es wichtig, beschäftigt zu bleiben, und neue Herausforderungen halten mich auf Trab. Ich hatte nur nicht erwartet, dass es so bald passieren würde. Okay, ich habe also das Geschenk des Erzdämons Lucian angenommen, in der Hoffnung, dass es mich unbesiegbar machen würde - ein großer Fehler.

Eine Serie von grausamen Morden erschüttert New York City und es ist meine Aufgabe, zu versuchen, die mörderischen Mistkerle zu fangen, bevor sie ihr nächstes Opfer töten. Aber etwas stimmt nicht. Je tiefer ich grabe, desto schlimmer wird es. Es stellt sich heraus, dass diese Morde nicht das sind, was sie zu sein scheinen. Sie sind viel, viel schlimmer.

Nachdem ich zugestimmt hatte, einen Job für die Feen-Königin zu erledigen, die ich hasse, brach die Hölle auf Erden los - buchstäblich. Jetzt ist es meine Aufgabe, den Schlamassel aufzuräumen, bevor sie mit der Weißen Gnade neue Bösewichte erschafft und uns alle tötet - ja, das ist auch meine Schuld.

Als ob ein Höherer Dämon, der mich jagt, oder ein verrückter Erzengel, der mich töten will, nicht schon schlimm genug wären, soll ich einen Job für eine Feen-Königin machen, die ich hasse.