Showing results by publisher "Tantor Media" in Humorous

There never seems to be a dull moment for the inhabitants and visitors of Castle Perilous. Adventure and folly are contagious when Lord Incarnadine hosts a legion of bizarre guests, including a bunch of infuriated Greeks bearing a gift horse, reckless thieves, gladiators, and painted ladies. 144,000 doors welcome the most unwelcome of partygoers to the Realms Perilous, where magic and mystery send everyone spinning in hilarious new directions.

Kizzi is a witch who knows what she wants—she wants to brew the best potions, drink the best ciders, and run her apothecary business without being disturbed by pesky sprites. Tandor, the local orc bartender, spends his days serving ales at Ginger's Pub, yet he can't help but yearn for the sassy green-haired witch that's always guzzling his ciders. When a magical mishap destroys Kizzi's cauldron and doses the entire town with a love potion, Kizzi enlists Tandor's help to find the cure before she misses out on Moonvale's Hallow's Eve celebration—a journey that will bring them closer than ever.

Once, music-loving Esme and proud clanlord Heikon were each other's everything. She danced only for him, and his love was the song that filled her world. And then a single act of treachery destroyed it all, their mate bond severed beyond repair. Esme retreated to her dance studio and music hoard to salve her broken heart. But Heikon believes some part of him still lives in her soul. There must be a way to fix it, to somehow win her back. If he can only figure out the steps of the dance that will make them true mates and partners again.

A Whitlow is missing, and the quest to find her takes Tula and her sisters to a dangerous and magical island off the coast of Savannah. She'll need to survive an unearthly hoard, a disappearing sun, spirits gone mad, alligators, and maybe the scariest of all, a group of drunken thespians. In the search for her cousin, Tula will begin to scratch the surface of a mystery that could destroy the thing she holds most dear—her own birthright as a Whitlow. What she's learned could open up access to a power she never believed was possible.

My vampire boyfriend is acting strange. Is it the seven-month itch? We've passed that milestone, but maybe our relationship has become routine. My best friend thinks I should spice things up. That might be easy for a half-siren, but I'm a witch. I can master spells, not seduction. My awkward attempt proves it. I'll stick to dancing in clubs rather than my bedroom. Although Diego claims nothing's wrong with us, he's still distant. He's keeping something from me, but what? Then I learn his gorgeous ex is in Salem, and she wants him back. Vamp, please. You had your chance.

Book burning. Jewel stealing. Vampire hunting. Not exactly what I expected from a day's work as a detective, but at least things are no longer dull at the agency. Although I'm not sure how much longer the doors to that agency will be open, since the due date for getting my detective license just went whizzing by faster than a fairy on pixie dust. But, after making good use of my groveling skills, HQ has given me an extension to solve a case and complete my application. Which would be great if the only clients I have weren't dead clients, missing clients, and persnickety clients.

Morelli here. Cassie seems to find herself too busy eating pastries, breaking out of jail, and saving the Magic world (again) to bother with writing her own book description, so she's fobbed the chore off on me. Some people, am I right? Anyway, Black refuses to let me see a single page of the manuscript, but since I was there for most of the story, I can tell you this book is going to be full of . . . Eager-for-battle ghosts, misbehaving tower ravens, on-call dragons, spell-crafting elves, rat-stomping trolls, a tiny bit of necromancy, and a very heroic (if I do say so myself) half-troll.

Lucifer is free, and it's my fault. Worse, he turned out to be every bit the manipulative, conniving, deceptive creature everyone always said he was. Then he tossed me into the Pit, without a second thought, and now I'm stuck down here. But I'm not alone. There are voices on the other side of the Pit's walls, people, life. I don't truly know what I'm about to get into, but if I don't find a way out of the Pit, then Earth is doomed, Heaven will burn, and Abaddon . . . I have to save him from Lucifer, or he truly will become the King of the Ashes.

The witch Quin Schumacher ekes out a living as the crotchety colosseum combat critic for the Daily Stardust newspaper. Complicating her job is Fergus, the former Death Lord of Jocrom. Fortunately, Quin already turned him into an ostrich. On their way to the dilapidated city of Queensworth to see heads roll in the local arena, Quin finds a note in a dead man's pocket. Written in blood, it hints towards a nefarious conspiracy linking a gladiator to one of Quin's fellow witches, all of whom are compelled to serve Her Majesty Queen Siobhan the Third.