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Her name is Pete Caldecott. She was just 16 when she met Jack Winter, a gorgeous, larger-than-life mage who thrilled her with his witchcraft. Then a spirit Jack summoned killed him before Pete's eyes -or so she thought. Now a detective, Pete is investigating the case of a young girl kidnapped from the streets of London.

How can you tell what a spell will actually do? You can’t when magic in Austin is on the fritz. No worries. The Hadstrom trio is going old school to fight the Gorafrex - old school magic, that is. Okay, how do you make a potion again? There's no time to figure it out because the Gorafrex is on the move. The Hadstrom witches can still rely on two things. First, alchemy and potions are still in the fight. Second, they need each other if they’re going to fulfill their family legacy and set things right. Can the girls figure out how to make the right potions to defeat the Gorafrex?

Witches are being murdered in Austin, but how do you put the monster back in the vault? The three witches of Pressler Street are the city's only hope, but they are running out of time. A deadly creature has been locked away for millennia in plain sight. But big sister Laura accidentally set the creature free, and no one remembers how to put it back. They need to find the witch-killer and stop its path of destruction on Austin. But what spell to use? Can the sisters figure it out?

The Gorafrex is trying to power an ancient ship that could destroy not just Austin. Big sister Laura may have the key to solve it. It’s not a problem she can solve alone, but she knows just who to call when she's in trouble. It’s good to have friends who know the secrets your family is keeping. Nickie has to learn to control her magical music without killing herself or her sisters. Emily wants to be a Head Chef if she can just keep her magical feelings out of her cooking and away from paying customers.

The Hadstrom sisters have a blood bond fused by ancient magic that was broken apart by sibling rivalry. But they’re running out of time. Magic in Austin is undergoing some serious changes. None of them are good. The grackles have disappeared from their perch along the tree lines, and no one is keeping watch. Austin’s in for a serious communication blackout, and the sisters are on their own. Can the witchy sisters come together to destroy the remaining energy cores before magic falls silent? Danger is creeping ever closer to home. The Gorafrex is after Nickie.

I'm the worst. Seriously. Ask anyone and they'll tell you, "Sylvie Orion is the world's worst witch." But being a supernatural bounty hunter requires more smarts than magic. When my latest client—a kleptomaniac werewolf—disappears, I'm on the hunt to drag him to justice. It should be a simple track ‘em and cuff ‘em operation, something I've done a hundred times before. Instead, I somehow acquire an unwanted vampire sidekick, wake up in a ditch, and piss off half of shifter nation.

As a high priestess of the goddess Callandra, Elya lived a life of devotion and service. Targeted, seduced, and then betrayed by Callandra's enemy, she is finally free of the spell that left her responsible for endless pain and suffering. Unable to forgive herself or forget her actions, she sees only one solution: she must travel to the Temple of Atonement and petition for the ritual that will erase all memories of her life before. But travel to the temple is a dangerous journey; one she cannot complete on her own.

Washington, DC, has never been boring, but this is ridiculous. Warring witch covens. Werewolf packs fighting for territory. Rumors of human sacrifice. Minor problems leading up to Beltane, when the portents say the veils between worlds will shred. Did I mention the blood mage conspiracy using troll shock troops to take over the world? With a jaguar shifter, a handsome Nephilim, and a nest of feisty fairies watching my back, things should be fine. Right?

Hey, all you cool cats and vampires, I'm witch and bounty hunter Sylvie Orion. Or at least, I was. Who and what I am seems to be up for debate these days. I mean, other than the fact I'm now the world's most wanted witch. (The reward is buy-your-own-island money. I even want to turn myself in) Currently, I'm missing my soul and all the magic that comes with it. For extra athame-in-the-eye fun, I'm being held prisoner by Shifter Nation. Whoa Goddess, do they have plans for me. Plans no sane witch would ever agree to be a part of.

A unicorn walks into a bar…and leaves with my heart. He’s gone, and now I have a unicorn-named-March-shaped hole in my life. But, I get it. Unicorns aren't meant to live in a world where they have to deal with putting gas in the car, getting groceries, and paying cell phone bills. I'm trying to get past this. Really, I am. It's just that everyone constantly talks about him, from his immortal ex-girlfriend, to reality TV-obsessed Fae, to even my own fully human friends. Even his enemies are still obsessed with him. I learned that the hard way.