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I almost hooked up with a werewolf… but before we got to third base, he dragged me off to jail. Apparently, he's the leader of the pack in town. The fact that I’m an illegal blood wolf—a vampire/werewolf hybrid—doesn’t help my case. And he didn't appreciate me accidentally biting him when we were kissing, either. Luckily, or unluckily, he seems to think I'm his true mate, which means he won't let anyone hurt me. But he also won't let me go. Between his possessiveness, my need to be near him, and the vampire clan hunting me, one thing's becoming clear:

Ellie Gleason has protected the town of Samford, Alabama, for decades. It's not as glamorous as her glory days as the WitchLight Hub, but it keeps her active during her golden years. Life is good. Well, it's okay. It could be bloodier with a smidge more gore, but retirement is meant to be low-key. It's not like her fragile bones could handle the strenuous hunt for monsters anymore, even if her current duties are dull as dishwater. But when her great-nephew shows up on her doorstep in tears, begging for help, Ellie straps on her beloved shotgun, Bam-Bam, and gets the coven back together.

Ça veut dire quoi, « snooze » ? Snooze, c’est une belle gang de colocs. Ouais, mais qu’est-ce que ça signifie ? C’est une fille qui ARRIVE PAS à se lever À L’HEURE . Peux-tu être plus claire ? C’est une rentrée au cégep qui est une CATASTROPHE. C’est aussi un cochon nain qui se dédouble. C’est un groupe d’amis qui finit par se retrouver à la rue. Bref, c’est un appart où il se passe ben des affaires, quoi ! OK, j’ai rien compris. Voilà : c’est pas mal ça, Snooze ! Pis au pire, t’as qu’à lire la série. Je te GARANTIS que tu t’ennuieras pas…

When Kazuya Souma is unexpectedly transported to another world, he knows the people expect a hero. But Souma's idea of heroism is more practical than most—he wants to rebuild the flagging economy of the new land he's found himself in! Betrothed to the princess and abruptly planted on the throne, this realist hero must gather talented people to help him get the country back on its feet—not through war, or adventure, but with administrative reform!

Becoming a widow on my fortieth birthday was not what I had planned. Even worse? It's forced me and my teenage daughter back to Whispering Willows and the life of magic I left behind. I tell myself it'll be a short trip to sell my mother's shop of wishes. Until I kind of, sort of bind myself to the shop. With bills piling up fast, I gotta do something I swore I never would: open shop and start granting wishes, just until I can figure out how to undo this pesky binding spell.

After years of confrontations, Fred's conflict with his sire at last draws toward a conclusion. Along the way he'll watch centaurs battle for honor, try to stand against a magical aberration, gather ingredients for a mysterious potion, and explore a city of underwater vampires. As Fred learns more about the parahuman world, the origins of vampires, and where he fits into it all, an eventual encounter with Quinn becomes inevitable. One that Fred is determined to see have a final, definite outcome.

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.

I led a quiet life, peacefully ruling the underworld until that mother of *** showed up with her people and angels. They destroyed everything I'd built with so much effort and nearly killed me. But I managed to return! Wait . . . My only disciple and candidate for a new body is a sick kid who's about to die? Are you serious?!

Idina Moorfield and Bravo Team are back for another mission. Illegal arms are moving through the Ural mountains. But things with Hellion have changed since Idina's team saved the world from monsters running the show for good, and someone else's secrets are getting in the way this time.

He wants a mate bond. I don't. He's even more stubborn than I am, though. So, I agree to move in with him, for the sake of putting more emotional distance between us. But the plan backfires. And it makes me like him more.

When your dead grandma starts giving advice, you know life's about to get weird. I thought the worst part of the funeral would be saying goodbye. I was wrong. One flash of rainbow light later, and I can feel other people's emotions and blast my own right back at them. (Pro tip: do not get angry...

I'm Arwyn Cassandra Corey, the Sea Wicche of Monterey. My new art gallery is finally open, my boyfriend is the new Alpha of the Big Sur pack, and my sorcerer cousin is still on the loose. It's been a lot. I'm just sayin'. Detectives Hernández and Osso are asking for my help again. Bodies have been found torn up in the woods in a manner that has those in the know thinking werewolf. Declan, as Alpha, will need to investigate his pack and help hunt the killer.

The chief of police lies dead by Gambit's hands, but his vengeance has yet to be sated as Mayor Sullivan still remains alive. Following the fight that decimated the Serenity Park Mall, Gambit continues his hunt for those who wronged him in the past and the mayor is at the top of his hit list. However, Logan Maximilian and the Twine brothers will not make it easy for him, and he must face the consequences of his actions.

Watch out, teachers! On your guard, classmates! Take cover, school! I made it out of the Abyss, bringing a relative of mine back with me and acquiring great power along the way! Now I'm ready for the next phase of my life. Experimental elite school, here I come!

It seemed like the simplest of requests: break the fated-mate bond between two werewolves. Torie Bliss is finally starting to believe in second chances. Her magic is growing stronger, her found family has her back, and Elric, the brooding werewolf who always shows up when it matters, is becoming something more than just a friend. But peace never lasts long in Singing Falls.

A witty, witchy fantasy murder mystery packed with ancient magic and fiendish puzzles. When Cornelia's twin sisters are taken by the Wickermere Reaper, Mallory, Diana, and Theodore must race against time to uncover the buried secrets of the Broadwicks before it's too late.

After realizing the stage is the perfect place for monstrous misfits like himself, Achille "Bones" Bonaparte creates the Second Chance Circus. But the local baron would rather see Bones and his undead troupe killing the kingdom's enemies instead of killing it onstage. Can Bones and his newfound friends prove their magic is better suited for clowning than conquest? All they have to do is juggle some demonic bargains, wrangle a couple misplaced body parts, and put on one hell of a show.

Torie Bliss and her best friend Jasmin wanted a quiet girls' getaway from Singing Falls—no hexes, no heartbreak, and absolutely no supernatural nonsense. But their road trip detours into the wilds of West Virginia, landing them at a picturesque inn with creaky floorboards, nosy guests, and a haunted reputation the locals take very seriously. Then a body turns up. And the real trouble begins.

Kieran turned everything upside down the moment he walked into my shop. The handsome winged fae looked just like a prince from a fairy tale, but with his endearing shyness and warm heart, I took to him right away. But the kind Kieran disappeared overnight, and he shut me out.

Torie Bliss is finally baking up something good—literally. With her best friend Jasmin at her side and a brand-new bakery opening in the heart of Singing Falls, Torie's ready to swap monster hunts for muffins . . . and maybe learn a few protective wards between cinnamon rolls. But peace never lasts long in a town built on magic. When a young woman is found dead under mysterious—and deeply unnatural—circumstances, Torie's hard-won stability begins to crumble. Strange magic is rising, old powers are whispering, and something ancient is clawing its way toward the surface.