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Bobbi Brooks has enough trouble keeping her cafe from burning down on the best of days. Learning she has fire-magic? It's bound to go up in flames. Bobbi, who can't step on a cockroach without squealing, is supposed to be a demon-slaying witch? No way. This is just another one of her crazy grandmother’s delusions. But when Bobbi stumbles over a body that's unfortunately very real, and very dead, her life gets even more complicated. This collection contains All Work and No Slay, Slaying with Fire, and Two Can Slay at This Game.

With a rogue Skunk Ape on the loose in Florida (and with Zippy in desperate need of some rock and roll “memorabilia”), Elsie’s going back to the outside world… but when someone’s killed at her hotel, will she be able to find the culprit without using any magic? While visiting a Florida resort on its opening weekend, Elsie and Zippy are supposed to be finding the skunk ape. Instead they find a dead body, a cast of B-List celebrity suspects and more motives than mosquitoes.

To celebrate their wedding in nutty true Devil’s Orchard fashion, Bobbi and Grant have organized a carnival and invited the whole town. What could possibly go wrong? Because when one of the spooky decorations in the funhouse turns out to be an actual corpse, Bobbi has to put her wedding on pause. From the drunken clowns and bearded lady to the Senior Ladies Bingo League—everyone’s a suspect. And when Bobbi’s summoned to the spirit world by her father, she's powerless to refuse...

For Elsie Thorn, the only magic in her life is somehow being able to make the rent every month. Until a mysterious woman makes her an offer too good to be true. Did she read the contract? No. Who really reads through the pages of terms and conditions? It's not like she's going to get whisked to a fairytale town with cobblestone streets, castles and a dragon hatchery with the hunkiest mountain man caretaker she’s ever laid eyes on... right? Oops.

Someone’s been naughty in Devil’s Orchard. The donations for the children’s hospital have been stolen, and Santa Claus is accused of the crime. But the plot thickens when he’s found dead. The location of the money is a mystery--and so is the identity of his killer. Bobbi joins the investigation because Grant’s busy searching for a string of missing hikers. She knows something sinister is lurking in the woods, but Grant won’t listen. He thought her confession that she’s a witch was adorable, but believing in demons is a bridge too far.

The cozy town of Devil’s Orchard has been overrun with all types of misfits and miscreants as they host a reptile expo. The sponsors of the event are none other than Rexx Cobra and Dirk Dagger, two '80s rockers who don’t know the meaning of the word restraint. When Dirk’s found dead of an apparent snake bite, the sheriffs are quick to rule it an accident. Bobbi’s not so sure, because a lot of things don’t add up—like how the guitarist had a lot of enemies and more than a few secrets that he was trying to hide from the tabloids.

With dragon eggs stolen and a murderer on the loose only days before the Broom Racing Festival, Elsie has once again found herself in the hot seat. She’s vowed to get the eggs back–even if she has to team up with her biggest (and most baldheaded) enemy to do it. It should be a straightforward case… until a journalist is found dead at the local inn.

Grant Neville is my father’s best friend. The person he trusts the most in the world. Forbidden territory personified. I know it is wrong on so many levels, but I can’t seem to get enough of his presence.... His ocean-blue eyes have a way of finding me in every room, his dimples make my knees go weak, and my hands itch to be buried in his dark hair. But I know better by now. My history with older men has left me with plenty of scars, and Grant is not just any older man.

She is capable of managing everything—except for her heart. Tasked with making a brilliant match for her cousin, Lavinia Harcourt whisks her entire household, including their two exotic pets, off to London for the season. With limited funds and few connections, however, the undertaking is not easy. But Lavinia is nothing if not resourceful, and she comes up with a brilliant solution—one that involves her late father’s reminiscences, a forged letter, and an earl.

Based on the true story of the celebrated Nancy Hart Rifles, The Cotillion Brigade is a sweeping epic of the Civil War’s ravages on family and love, the resilient bonds of sisterhood amid devastation, and the miracle of reconciliation between bitter enemies. 1856. Sixteen-year-old Nannie Colquitt Hill makes her debut in the antebellum society of the Chattahoochee River plantations. A thousand miles to the north, a Wisconsin farm boy, Hugh LaGrange, joins an Abolitionist crusade to ban slavery in Bleeding Kansas.

Twenty-year-old Ainsley No-Name is nothing. She’s less than nothing. Just another faceless orphan stealing to feed her foster brothers and sisters. When three men snatch her off the street and drag her into the woods, she knows it’s the end. Until she came. Scales the color of flame and brimstone, a dragon drops out of the sky and saves her. With that, the sacred bond between rider and dragon is formed……and her execution is set in stone.

With her favorite '80s hair-metal band in town, Bobbi's as starstruck as they come. But when the guitarist is found dead of an apparent snake bite, the sheriffs are quick to rule it an accident. Bobbi’s not so sure, because a lot of things don’t add up—like how the guitarist had a lot of enemies and more than a few secrets that he was trying to hide from the tabloids. But none of that compares to the shock when Grant tells her that he’s got a big announcement about his fiancée…

It's a beautiful day in the small town of Devil's Orchard when Bobbi's grandmother informs her she's actually a witch. Not just any old witch, either. Bobbi is part of a long line of demon-slayers. Bobbi, who can't step on a cockroach without squealing, is a demon-slayer? Yeah right. She's tempted to write the whole thing off as a stress-induced hallucination. Especially when the dumpster-diving fox starts talking....

Under Granny’s strict tutelage, Bobbi is learning to master her fire magic. Sort of. Truth is, she’s still got a long way to go if she’s to become the next Guardian of the Rift. Especially since she’s started to manifest strange new powers, ones no other witch has ever seen. Not to mention she’s been hired to cater a huge party and has to find a shapeshifting demon on the loose. A witch has only got so many hours in the day. But when a local drifter turns up dead and the sheriff closes in on Natalie’s husband as the prime suspect, Bobbi will have to make time...

I dreamt of being saved by noble Aurelian warriors. Instead, I was abducted by savages. They come through the portal in a fury of blood and violence, destroying my captors without mercy. They will have none for me, either. Aurelians demand total obedience. The brands mark my rescuers as Fanatics who serve the Old Ways. And when they find their Mate, they possess her body and soul. I’ve traded one captivity for another, pulled from serving a cruel lord to living in a mansion on a planet ruled by warriors, priests, and a vengeful alien War-God.

Ra’al. Orr. Kriz. Three enormous beast of men who command a legion of Aurelians, the huge, marble-skinned aliens who exist to find their Fated Mate and tame her. They were built for war. Kings through conquest, they stamp down all resistance without mercy. They tell me they will build me a palace. It would only be a cage. But because I took up a rifle and defended the other servants when our planet was under attack, by the laws of their species, I am a free woman…

A group of paranormal investigators have come to Devil’s Orchard to make contact with the spirit residing in town’s bed and breakfast. Their goal? To finally solve the mystery of who haunts the building–and why. Unaware of her witchly powers, they invite Bobbi to assist in the séance. Bobbi’s jumps at the chance to help a lost soul.

Mortals fall, Ascended rise, and Gods consume. The planar energy crisis is now fact; proof written into the very air of the Nexusplane. For the first time in immeasurable history, the eternally luminescent Realm of the Gods knows night. Everything has changed…The Council continues to operate as it doesn’t; with seemingly no consideration to those outside itself. Within its labyrinth of bureaucracy, officials and agents play their petty games. Not even they can tell if their actions bear any relevance to the imminent threat.

They took everything from her. Her family. Her home. Her future. Her humanity. It’s only right she returns the favor. No one will stop Ainsley and her dragon horde from laying waste to her enemies, and anyone who dares get in the way. No one except him. Only love can save her from the dark, swirling depths of her grief and pain, and it would have, if Dominic had been fast enough.

The victim was a loan shark who had plenty of other people who wanted him dead—but everyone else has an ironclad alibi. Until Elsie can prove the chupacabra’s innocence, the entire paranormal menagerie at FLAME Farms is under house arrest. The basilisks are nesting in the dresser drawers, the griffin is clawing up the furniture—and you don’t even want to know what Moonbeam is complaining about.