Kim Richardson

First day on the job? Missing teens. Dangerous magic. Zero backup.

I thought Gallows Gate couldn’t get any worse after the missing-teen fiasco. Turns out, it can.

Are you ready for your next magical adventure? Okay, so I'm in trouble. Big trouble. I'm broke. Worse, my boyfriend of five years just dumped me. What do I do? I move in with my three eccentric aunts in their family home, Davenport House. Sounds exciting, only this massive farmhouse likes to eat...

My big day is finally here. Marcus and I are getting married—or so I thought. Unfortunately, disaster stands in the way of my happily ever after, and it comes in the form of a god—a narcissistic one, no less. Of course, it does....

All I wanted to do was sit back and relax with a certain hot—very, very hot, panty-melting hot—wereape. But, instead, I'm busy trying to find the queen of hell. Have I found her? Not yet. And I'm running out of places to look. I know it's only a matter of time before she does something...

The council says it’s just a trial. A formality. Yeah, and I’m a pixie in a tutu. They’ve summoned every witch in Hollow Cove to stand trial—me, my aunts, every last one of us.

Just when I thought I'd finally gotten my life back on track, the unexpected happens. It's the annual Night Festival in Hollow Cove, a paranormal festival extravaganza that lasts for five nights and features a multitude of powerful faces in our paranormal circles. There's only one little problem...

Get ready for this laugh-out-loud adventure and find out what's brewing next with the Davenport witches! I was hoping for a few days off from dealing with murder charges, bad guys, and the everyday paranormal bizarre. All I wanted was a nice break from all the crazy. And did I get it? No. Of...

When life gives you magic, murder charges, and mood swings—just add a dash of chaos. I expected pregnancy to come with weird cravings and swollen ankles—not an arrest warrant and a murder mystery. But hey, there you have it.

Broke and living in a one-bedroom apartment the size of a closet is not what you’d expect from an elite hunter like me. But hunting demons and half-breeds isn’t your average nine-to-five job with benefits....

Finding my husband in bed with another woman was not how I planned to start my day. Or homeless the next minute. And broke. So, when a job comes my way from The Twilight Hotel—a paranormal hotel in midtown Manhattan that serves as a sanctuary and residence—I take it....

I’m pregnant. Yep, you heard that right. Pregnant. And while I’m trying really hard not to freak out about that, Hollow Cove is busy preparing for its Headless Horseman reenactment—a big deal around here, apparently.

Twenty years ago, I escaped my hometown of Moonfell, a paranormal hotspot in the suburb of New York, a place hidden from human eyes. A place I swore I’d never return. But the gruesome murder of a teen werewolf brought me back....

Guests avoid The Twilight Hotel like the plague after the teeny-weeny demon invasion. To keep the hotel from financial ruin, management decides to host a Casino Week to get things going again. Sounds great. There’s just one problem. People in our paranormal community turn up dead....

I survived the incident with the Greater Demon. As a dark witch, I can handle pretty much any supernatural baddie that comes my way, including the occasional Greater Demon. But my struggles are far from over....

Never in my 30 years did I think my new normal would be a gig as a soul collector's assistant - slave really - where I help stockpile souls from the miserable mortals who sell them to him. The demon thinks he can control me, but I plan on doing things differently...my way. But we all know it's...

After I’d agreed to do a job for the fae queen I hate, the entire world went to hell - literally. Now, it’s my job to clean up my mess before she creates new nasties with the white grace and kills us all - yeah, my fault, too. It gets better....

Whispers of their latest diabolical scheme have reached my ears, and now it's up to me to stop them. But my hands are tied (literally) by the cursed rusane around my neck, rendering my magic useless against them.

Life is finally settling down—if you count juggling magical crises, a growing family, and the occasional demon encounter as “settling.” But peace doesn’t last long around here.

They don’t want Shay. They want you. Okay, so these were not the words I was expecting, coming from my angel father Matiel’s mouth. But here they were. The Assassins’ Guild of Angels wants me dead. Fantastic.