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My name is Neva, or "Snow White", as patrons of the Wicked Lyre tavern know me. There, I dance for the wealthy and lecherous. Void of my memories, my life before the age of 12 is a mystery I don’t have time to solve, chained as I am to my cruel master. Enter Herrick Vorst.

Being possessed is no walk in the park. Especially when the roommate in your head happens to be a witch that a lot of people want dead—as in the ‘doornail’ sort of dead. Indigo Hallewell, the witch within me, is the exact reason I very nearly met my fate once already. I was able to narrowly escape that debacle owing to my very sexy guardian, Angelo, who also happens to be an incubus. And in case you aren’t sure what an incubus is—it’s a sex demon. Right. I’m literally shacked up with a sex demon. Only this one seems to have a conscience—maybe that’s the reason he hasn’t ...

Cold Blood is narrated by Astrid! Cold Blood: As a vampire, the last place I want to go is a town full of witches. But here I am, in the old west-themed town of Jinx Junction. Good thing I’ve got Lorcan along for the ride. So why do we find ourselves in this particular level of hell? Because my uncle, Fox Aspen, gave me explicit instructions to meet him here. Why? I have no clue. As to Jinx Junction? This town sucks the big one (and not in a cool, vampy sort of way), more like an unfriendly, witchy sort of way. Not only are the inhabitants aching to hex me but there isn’t a whole lot to...

Paranormal Women’s Fiction from #1 Amazon bestseller, J.R. Rain, and New York Times bestseller, H.P. Mallory! So, this whole returning Lorcan’s vampire “kiss” (which would also allow me to shed my Blood Witch status) isn’t turning out the way I’d hoped. First, no matter how many times we attempt it, the spell fails. Not only that, but I’m starting to develop… ahem… extremely sensual feelings towards the incorrigible man, which doesn’t exactly float my boat or power my broom, as the case may be. But, the worst side effect of our blood bond is that now whenever Lorcan ...

The seal on the spell that’s been keeping my Fae side in check is due to break tonight at midnight… And I’m set to marry a man I don’t really know, and what I do know of him, I don’t particularly like. All because some stupid prophecy (from before I was even born) proclaimed as much. Talk about a crappy deal… With my Fae powers set to take over and the threat of becoming the Queen of the Winter Court becoming all too real, I find myself stuck at the bar of the Half-Moon Grill in a full-blown pity party. In walks Maverick, a bounty hunter who occasionally works for me and who’s...

In the middle of difficulty lies opportunity… Or, at least, that’s what Albert Einstein said. But I’m not sure I believe it because it seems everything in my life has gone to heck, but I have yet to find an opportunity in any of it. Things are going so bad, in fact, that I’m wondering if I’ve been cursed. Of course, I don’t really have any enemies, so who in the world would want to curse me? Not only that, but Wanda insists I’m not cursed so maybe this bad luck is just exactly that… bad luck? Well, one thing I do know is that life would be a whole heck of a lot easier if I ...

Looking for a fresh start, I just became the proud owner of a piece of New Orleans history: an Antebellum-era two-story house in the Garden District. It's going to take time and a fat wallet to restore the fixer-upper to its former glory, but after my recent divorce, I could use the distraction. And a stiff drink, but that's another story . . . It's not long before I discover I've moved into the haunted house of the flirtatious and very much dead, Drake Montague. Now I'm receiving kisses from unseen lips and caresses from ghostly hands.

BOUND TO BEASTS They call me Little Red Riding Hood, but the wolves I've found aren't afraid to bite. I am Blaze, the last of the Chosen Ten, and I've never failed a mission. Until now. One moment I was tracking Morningstar's disciples through the shadows, the next I was dragged into darkness, my magical charm torn from my throat—the one thing that allowed me to see. Now I'm trapped, blind, in a cave that smells of smoke and male heat, completely at the mercy of my captors. And my captors? Three hellhounds whose burning touch sears through my defenses. Ransom, with his commanding presence...

Don’t let the quaint town of Haven Hollow fool you—life in this Hollow has been anything but slow. With all the supernatural activity constantly happening here, life is a roller coaster and then some. And yet lately… well, lately things seem to be okay. Everything seems to be running smoothly. Until it’s not. All of a sudden, ordinary humans seem to be remembering things they shouldn’t—things having to do with the supernatural creatures that live among them—in secret. Secrets that are now on the verge of not being so secret. The only explanation I have is the potion I recently...

I’m what’s known as a Blood Witch—a witch who was half-turned by a vampire. I’m still in the process of learning how to reverse my condition by returning his "kiss" to the vampire who blooded me, Lorcan Rowe. But every time we attempt the spell, it goes awry. Now it’s become a race against time: If Lorcan’s powers aren’t returned to him through a reversal spell, he’ll eventually lose his mind, and there’s a very good chance he’ll kill me in the process.

I got 99 problems, but the witch ain’t one of ‘em… Right. First problem? Maverick and his bad attitude are going to cause the death of me. Thank God he’s got Taliyah to keep him somewhat sane because otherwise, I’d start pulling my hair out. Not only is Maverick cramping my style big time, but then there’s the fact that I have to pretend that I’ve been turned into a vampire, so going out in the daytime is no longer a possibility. And try being High Witch to your coven when you can only come out at night… Meanwhile, I’m doing my very best to get Imani to join our ranks, and...

Paranormal Women’s Fiction from bestsellers JR Rain and HP Mallory! Charlie: Things in Misty Hollow are bad. So bad, in fact, that we’ve left the Hollow to seek shelter from Swamp Thing in the freezing cold of the Faerie land of Winter. Now, you might wonder why we’re seeking refuge in Winter, which is currently ruled by the evil would-be queen, Janara, and you’d be right to ask. Unfortunately, Fox Aspen, otherwise known as Prince Reynard of the Autumn Court, was nearly fatally wounded by Swamp Thing. In his weakened state, the only portal he could open was to Winter. So, here we ...

Paranormal Women’s Fiction from bestsellers JR Rain and HP Mallory! All I wanted to do was go camping. Just to prove to myself that I could erect a tent and spend one night in the middle of BFE with only a few mosquito bites as souvenirs. What I really wasn’t planning on was getting attacked by the biggest… wolf I’ve ever seen—not to mention the fact that wolves have no business being in Louisiana. Fast forward to the wolf attack, and I’m now waking up to the second chapter of my middle-aged life as a vampire. Yep, you heard me right. Last I remembered, I was a forty-two-year-...

After spending a couple of months in the quaint town of Haven Hollow, Oregon, I’m settling in, and things are looking up. My shop, Poppy’s Potions, is successful; I’ve got a best friend in ghost-hunter, Marty Zach; and I’m dating the local Sasquatch, Roy Osbourne. My 11-year-old son, Finn, is doing well in school, and everything seems to be blue skies and golden sunshine. Until my resident ghost, Darla, shatters a vial of Mystic Veil, a powerful potion that opens the door to the Astral Plane, inviting a migratory ghost, the Todhchaí, into Haven Hollow.

Boxed set of the complete "Gwen's Ghosts" series—a Paranormal Women's Fiction collection: DANCE WITH THE DEAD (Book #1) From the age of eight, I've seen ghosts, with Petra Shearwater being my constant companion for thirty-four years. As a mystery novelist in need of a fresh start after a lackluster fifteen-year relationship, I return to Morley-on-Avon, the English town that fascinated me. At forty-two, I seek a new beginning, a new book, and possibly new love, particularly with the local blacksmith, Leo. However, the cottage I move into, Bluebells, holds a haunting secret—Victoria ...

My name is Elodie Matthews, and a few months ago, I became the new police chief in the stamp-sized town of Hope, Alaska. Running from a past I don’t want to face; my career path is now colliding with native lore, legends of shape-shifters...and wolves. One wolf in particular. I’ve seen him before—in dreams that have been plaguing me since I moved to Hope. The dreams are always the same: a gigantic black wolf with haunting steel-gray eyes. He wants something from me. I’m just not sure what.

Lorcan and I continue to attempt a spell that will return his vampire “kiss” and return me to the witch I once was, but the spell keeps failing.

My name is Princess Carmine, a.k.a. Rose Red. When I learn my longtime protector, Huntsman Draven, has been taken prisoner by my evil uncle, I’m beyond upset. Not to mention the fact that I’ve loved Draven for as long as I can remember. Promised to marry another, I attempt to escape a loveless marriage. But, in the process, I find myself in a precarious situation when my would-be husband decides to take matters into his own hands….

Paranormal Women’s Fiction from bestsellers HP Mallory and JR Rain! Living in Misty Hollow hasn’t been perfect by any stretch of the imagination, but it’s been a nice break from always being on the run. But owing to the nightmares that keep plaguing my daughter, Luna, I know we can’t stay here much longer. And adding in the fact that another two vampires have just moved to town? Yeah, that’s an added reason we can’t stick around. Even though I might be a bruja, I’m still a witch. And the rule that witches and vampires hate one another still stands. Of course, I can’t seem to...

Lookout, Dr. Frankenstein, because here comes Wanda Depraysie… It’s not as though I meant to create a life. I didn’t, but that life is still here, all the same. And the worst part? I created it with… sigh… my detested cousin, Maverick. Now, before you think I’m a double-timing, good-for-nothing witch, I’m not. It was all an accident. Swear. And the even craziest part? This little mixup isn’t even the worst thing that’s happened to me this week. No, that award goes to the invitation I receive to my own funeral—a party sponsored by the leader of the vampires, Rupert, ...