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When the crew goes rogue, the stakes get deadly. With Sebastian and Nessa out on their own, Jessie and the gang must join Austin to rally the shifters to their cause. The first stop: a collection of open-minded alphas Kingsley knows well. All Jessie has to do is keep her people in line, and everything should go smoothly. When has the Ivy House crew ever stayed in line? Meanwhile, the mages face their own rising threat. Momar isn't like the Mages Guild--he's sharper, more ruthless, and far too close to uncovering their whereabouts.

One moment, Susan Moore had a perfect life—a handsome husband, a fabulous career, wonderful friends, and a gorgeous home in Pacific Heights, San Francisco. The next minute, it was all gone. And Susan found herself in a straitjacket, locked in a padded room.

Susan's neck-deep in trouble—the Songbird has been kidnapped, her vile mother is out for Susan's blood, and Connor is hunting some very powerful spark stones. To save Audrina and the stones, Susan needs to take the Fae Company to dangerous places they've never gone before—namely, through TSA to get on an economy flight to Wisconsin. Will Cress get through security will all her weapons? Will Cecil eat his body weight in cheese? Will Donovan ever smile? Will Susan get her later-in-life romance? Only time will tell.

At best, she's expecting a kitschy candy dish, at worst a beloved taxidermied pet, so when Cassie—newly divorced, single mom with zero prospects—discovers she's inheriting a fully stocked bakery along with a beautifully furnished apartment from a mysterious great aunt, she's convinced she must be dreaming. The apartment that bizarrely adapts itself to her whims, and the friendly neighbor floating fireballs over her head, aren't helping.

I want to live my life in peace for a little while as opposed to pieces. I don’t know who I have to bribe to catch a break, but I’m willing to pay the big bucks. Apparently, no one got the memo. Midlife is one messy ride. Fine. I’m off to Lexington, Kentucky to find a self-proclaimed dragon who sports a mullet, beer belly and delusions of Immortal grandeur. This time he’s gone too far. He’s messed with me and mine for the last time. The way to end a dragon is to remove his tail. We thought we had. A tail is in the back. Right? Wrong. So, so wrong.

With Kingsley safe and Momar subdued for the moment, it's time for healing. Jessie and the gang take a much-needed break. Or, at least, the gang does. The holidays are upon them and the ex has invited Jessie to meet his new fiancée. It's off to L.A. where Jessie will face her past and the wounds she didn't realize still lingered. Niamh, too, meets a blast from her past. This one, though, is ten times more dangerous. Re-connecting is a risk not even Tristan is sure they should take.

Blair Braden was retired. Now that Pearl has succeeded in her efforts to pull Blair back into the hunter folds, Blair can no longer say she's a retired hunter. She's the new liaison between the shifters and the hunters. What surprises her is when the hunters start calling her with questions about shifters. Blair just might have to enlist her daughter as her co-liaison. After all, Meggan is half shifter, half hunter. Blair welcomes the distraction away from the hot alpha biker wolf Maddox who happens to be her mate. It's all going to be okay. Blair can handle anything.

After her husband Clay died, Ava couldn't stay in the house she'd shared with him, so she packed her old Hyundai and drove home. The plan is to fix the old place up and sell it, all while trying to figure out where the next chapter of her life will take her. Wait a minute . . . Hasn't she already done this? Her life is so normal, but lately, it feels like something is missing. Even after running into her childhood best friend, Sam, Ava can't shake the feeling that something isn't right. Like she's having a bad case of dejà vu.

A handsome stranger appears on Susan's doorstep, bringing some devastating news. War is coming. It is inevitable. But first, Susan is going to have to fight some battles far closer to home. Bonds will be tested, some will be broken. Will the Chosen One finally accept her magic, and reach her full potential in time to vanquish the Devourer for good?

It's not that I thought life was going to be easier now that I've settled into being forty, happily married to the man of my dreams, living my best life as a witch, but, well, okay yes, that is what I thought. Reality comes knocking the day I try to open the door to my shop and the key doesn't work. Neither does anything else: bricks to the window, my strongest spells, an actual half-giant punching in the door—nada. This magical shop has been in my family for over a hundred years. It's our legacy, what I want to pass down to my daughter.

It's been five months since Clara moved back home to Whispering Willows and started practicing magic again. Now, she's taking up her heritage and granting wishes, teaching her daughter magic, and dating her sexy ex from high school. She feels settled, like she's finally found her way. Until her dad arrives. The dad her mother told her was a one-night stand. The dad who was supposedly a deadbeat. The dad she thought had died. He's very much alive, and he wants to get to know Clara.

I didn't expect to be a widow at forty years old. I didn't expect to be a single mother. I didn't expect to inherit a mountain of debt. And I definitely didn't expect to return to Whispering Willows—or my life as a witch. But here I am: I've reopened my mother's wish shop, started granting wishes, and am teaching my daughter magic. Life is perfect . . . Almost.