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The first rule of being a ghost whisperer: Don’t tell anyone. Seriously. Don’t. Sure, it might sound harmless. A fun party trick, even. I assure you, it’s not. How do I know? Well, let’s just say that I’ve had a lot of experience with this sort of thing, and nine times out of ten, it turns into an all-consuming disaster. Being plagued by needy ghosts twenty-four/seven is one thing; being harassed by a horde of curious—or worse, grieving—flesh-and-blood people is an entirely different circus. I mean really, who wants to hold an impromptu séance in the middle of the cereal aisle?

On the night of Samhain, the veil between worlds is at its thinnest, and ancient magic runs wild in Old London. When Lady Bergamon is attacked in her Ivy Street garden, Yannia Wilde is asked to investigate. Who has enough power to harm Lady Bergamon in her own domain? While Yannia searches for the answer, nature herself appears to be killing beings in Old London. Yannia and her sidekick Karrion join forces with New Scotland Yard to solve the baffling deaths. But wherever they turn, all the clues point back towards Ivy Street.

All I wanted was ten ghost-free days to enjoy sightseeing New Orleans with my boyfriend. I dreamed of mornings spent wandering through art galleries and afternoons listening to live jazz music. Oh, and eating beignets until my pants stop buttoning. I might as well have asked Santa for a unicorn.

Whoever said "violence is a last resort" never had a Minotaur for a best friend. Warlock Marcus Shifter has been sent on the most dangerous mission of his career: travel to the remote Minotaur nation and convince them not to abandon the tenuous peace agreement between the humans and the...

As the caretaker of Selene, my ancient feline familiar, I’ve grown accustomed to dealing with her mood swings. But as Christmas approaches, Selene’s temperament gives Ebenezer Scrooge a run for his money, and it’s going to take my full effort to keep her off the naughty list.

Scarlet Sanderson sees dead people. Literally. As a reluctant conduit between the land of the living and the dearly departed, she is doing her best to have a life of her own.