Beth Johns

Marcus Richmond might be the quiet one in the Winchester witches' world, but that doesn't mean he has nothing to say. Between renovations at his stable - and plans for a bright future with a certain feisty witch - Marcus has his hands full. Things get even more hectic when local FBI Agent Landon Michaels discovers blood in Marcus' loft and a series of strange occurrences and thefts plague Hemlock Cove.

The Winchester witches are all about love and family - and, well, snark and sarcasm - and no one knows that better than the family members themselves, plus the people who love them. Follow Clove, Thistle, Landon, Winnie, and Aunt Tillie as they share their lives - and innermost thoughts - through a series of short novellas that take you from the present, to the past, and then back again.

Life should be good for Avery Shaw. She's got a hunky new boyfriend in local pawnshop owner (and sometime private detective) Elliot Kane, her cousin Lexie swears she'll be moving out of her house one day "real soon" and her family has been relatively quiet for a whole week. That's practically perfection in Avery's world. Then, what appears to be a random freeway shooting resulting in the death of a young mother, causes upheaval on just about every front.

Taking a night off from running her successful San Francisco clothing store, Lily attends a local art deco ball where vintage fashions steal the show. But when a young woman at the event falls under a mysterious sleeping sickness, Lily senses that a curse was placed on the woman's corsage. Before Lily can solve the woman's magical ailment, she's asked to assist in investigating a string of poisonings in the Bay Area witchcraft community.

It’s bad enough there's a dead body in the parking lot of the paper, but when the investigation into the death leads to drugs - and a tie to her own family - things continue to spiral downward. If she could focus on that, though, it would just be another normal week.

The debut psychological thriller that will forever change the way you look at other people's lives. Every day the same. Rachel takes the same commuter train every morning and night. Every day she rattles down the track, flashes past a stretch of cozy suburban homes, and stops at the signal that allows her to daily watch the same couple breakfasting on their deck. She’s even started to feel like she knows them. Jess and Jason, she calls them. Their life - as she sees it - is perfect. Not unlike the life she recently lost.