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It’s Halloween at the Enchanted Forest. Unfortunately, this year, it looks like it’s all trick and no treat. Thanks to my screwup, an evil pirate walks again. That’s bad enough. Then my ex-husband drops his mother off on my doorstep. And she’s not the only uninvited guest I’m stuck with. A melodramatic mermaid arrives at the park, insisting that someone is out to kill her and that our house is the only place she feels safe. The only way for us to get rid of her is for me to locate a magic key that doesn’t exist until you find it. Talk about a needle in a haystack.

Lucy Heron is a mom with three kids, and a baker with a happy marriage in sunny Echo Park. She's also Silver Griffins Agent 485. The suburbs will never be the same. Fighting supernatural crime from a minivan while keeping the magical world a secret is a full time job. Then there's the PTA bake sale and the neighborhood barbecue.

A new side has declared itself in the battle for control of the Rhazdon artifacts spreading evil through the country. It's up to Diana, Rath, and Cara to keep the artifacts out of their twitchy hands.

Since moving back to my family’s theme park in Gallows Bay, my life has been a teensy bit weird. But that’s okay because I’m finally settling in. I’ve reconnected with my family. Impressed my childhood crush with what he thinks are mad plumbing skills. And even gone on something kinda like a date. But then my daughter shows up unexpectedly. Am I happy that she’s married? Yes! The problem is, she’s married to the absolute worst person for her, and now she’s on the verge of ruining her life. That’s when the fairies show up.

After the capture and daring rescue of her teammate—bullets flying—Diana Sheen is focusing on a new mission. Push back the cult emerging around Rhazdon artifacts. The legacy of the half-Atlantean's magic is a dark and ancient magic that must be collected and hidden away forever—from everyone. Kevin Serrano has the same idea with a twist. He wants to shepherd the powerful artifacts while gunning for Diana and her team. Talk about twisted. Even the Army wants the artifacts to create magical super-soldiers. Leira Berens beat that idea back before. Can Diana and her crew do the same?

Special agent Mia Shields thinks she's seen it all. But nothing prepares her for the terror that descends upon the idyllic bayside community of St. Dennis, Maryland, where a depraved killer has left a grisly surprise for Chief of Police Gabriel Beck: the body of an unidentified woman, naked and completely encased in plastic wrap, stretched across the back seat of Beck's car. Hidden in the wrapping is a tape recording of the victim's last, gasping words. Soon the body count begins to rise as more victims are found, all gruesomely cocooned, their final pleas also captured on tape.

Diana Sheen's worst fear has come to pass. The government agency chasing her has taken one of her people prisoner. Now all her team's secrets are at risk, and all their lives are on the line. Will the captive give up the location of their new base? The outcast team's plans to take on the hidden darkness within the government? Or their new mission against the Rhazdon-artifact cult? One thing is certain. Diana can't let a friend remain in enemy hands for long, or it's all over. Including the creation of the magical network that is Rath the troll's current obsession.

News that the body of a recently murdered prostitute—stabbed repeatedly and dumped on Georgia's Shelter Island—has been identified as Shannon Randall stuns the FBI, particularly special agent Dorsey Collins. Twenty-four years ago, nineteen-year-old Eric Louis Beale was convicted and later executed for Shannon's murder—and the agent in charge of the case was Dorsey's father. Now Dorsey is determined to find out where her father's investigation went wrong, what part he played in the death of an innocent man, and where Shannon has been all this time.

The loss of their base and most of their equipment was a staggering blow. But Diana Sheen dealt with it with a troll by her side. No more running. Time to turn around and fire back. Individuals corrupted by Rhazdon Artifacts was one thing. Finding out that a cult has risen around the powerful magic items is another. Dark times for the former Federal Agents of Magic, officially declared Rogue. There's only one way to deal with dark times. Light them up with magical fire. Diana's team is on the case.

I had my whole life planned out—until, that is, my husband of 28 years dropped a bombshell on me. At a mall food court, no less. Now that I’m going through a decidedly unplanned divorce, the one place I want to be is my family’s theme park in Gallows Bay. Don't get the wrong idea, it's not the happiest place on Earth (TM). But it does have something special that sets it apart: magic. Real. Magic.

If there was one thing I'd learned over the last few months, it was that absolutely nothing lasted forever. Which was probably why I'd been so surprised when Hunter announced he was staying in Portland. I couldn't help but think, and hope, that it had something to do with me, a 40-year-old divorcee who was half witch and half fae.

After I'd found my Elven grandfather, Laslow, and brought him back to the human world, I was convinced that my life was on the upswing. Things with Hunter were good. Grams and mom were happy. And it seemed all the fires in my life had been put out. I could've left well enough alone...but I still had lingering questions about the hate between the fae and the witches. They say knowing your history can give you the tools to shape your future. But when you creep into the past, you're bound to find things you don't like.

Life's a witch, and then you die. Unless you're me. One hundred forty years in, my body won't quit. Sure, I'm slower than I used to be, and I can't complete a simple task without setting off a chain reaction of pain in my joints. But my heart keeps on ticking.

After a two-decade marriage ends with my husband's disappearance, I'm left to wonder: Did he run off with another woman? Or is he dead? And which one is worse? Before I can answer that, I turn into a chicken. A real one. The kind that fears KFC. I want nothing to do with Marshmallow's magic community, but somehow, I keep getting pulled into its drama. There are only two choices - keep hiding from the new reality of my life or embrace the weird, the magic, and the feathers.

Stephanie Drake and her three children were glad to be alive after a sudden storm slammed their boat onto an uncharted island, but it’s not where they think. They found themselves in another world, frozen in time. For more than 3,000 years, the magical island of Avalon remained hidden from the outside world. It was a place of eternal magic, where the descendants of King Arthur ruled over a land filled with magical creatures, wizards, Elves, Dwarves, and dragons. On Avalon, Stephanie and her children were being hunted by bounty hunters, thieves and brigands.

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The underlings are defeated. Time to take down their bosses. With the local enemies contained, the agents set their sights on finally taking on the true threat. Earthly enemies have compromised their government and are launching cyber-attacks on their systems. Oriceran enemies have added new bounties. Cara and Diana are still in the crosshairs. No one is safe, in the city above, or the Kemana below. Even the group honoring the memory of the Silver Griffins is targeted.

It's time to clean up their city or die trying. The Remembrance have stepped up the pressure after the Federal Agents of Magic slapped them down hard. There's a bounty on Diana's head, as well as her second in command. Criminals are dying for the chance to collect. And the bad guys have found more artifacts to steal - from the police. The lines are drawn. The battle is at hand. The Black-Ops Agents of Magic are ready.

Scrapbooking is magic, and so am I. Or at least I would be, if I could take a freaking nap already. What kind of dream witch can't even make herself fall asleep? A tired witch. A middle-aged, raising-her-teenage-son-alone witch. I'm supposed to keep the magic world a secret. I'm supposed to dream the future. But supposed-tos are for suckers. At 41, I'm done with doubt. And I'm not about to let anyone else tell me what I can or can't do.

I knew hot flashes were supposed to be hot, but I didn't expect flames. One day I'm in anger management, normalizing the cordial hate between me and my husband. The next, we're divorced, and he has taken both our house and the business we built together. I'm 40 years old and living above our empty restaurant, plotting my next move. And then the world around starts lighting up - literally catching on fire. I'm starting to think my defining characteristic may not be my snark or my cupcake-baking prowess, but spontaneous combustion.