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We thought we'd seen all that the magical world has to offer, but we were wrong. In the service of the goddess our next adventure takes it out of our element. Literally. And diving deep beneath the waves with Violet’s unreliable ex as our guide on this trip to a mystical mermaid city is only the beginning.

I didn’t think they’d dismantle the paranormal military with a wave of their bureaucratic magic wand, but they did. Everything I’d spent the previous 15 years of my life doing and being was ripped away from me in an instant, out of my reach—and now that the paranormal military’s gone, I’ve got nothing left to fight for.

I'm a fae, not a witch, and yet every witchy problem in Cottelhill Wilds still finds me. My best friends and I are just magnets for trouble. Troublesome vampires, rogue demons, evil fae royalty, and tainted witches are just a few of the curiosities we've attracted. And our injuries? Just a few concussions, stab wounds, and brushes with poison. It has taken quite an adjustment, but we're finally settling into our roles as the local team of superheroines, and I love it.

I've mastered my magic, faced down demons, and killed an evil Fae king. There isn't much I can't do. Except tell my kids I'm a powerful witch-Fae hybrid. My kids return home to Pymm's Pondside for the holidays. Before I can tell them about my magic, a pixie, and a mermaid blow my cover. Their shock is expected, but not their anger. Turns out my oldest nearly burned down their house and was convinced something was wrong with her. I could have helped her if I hadn't insisted on hiding my magic from them.

After a harrowing visit to the Underworld, I finally shifted into my Phoenix. Flying doesn't stop Fate from insisting that I fight for my life, though. Catching the local murderer red-handed should have put a stop to the constant danger I'm in. But now I have to escort this Tainted scum to the Underworld for a dip in the River Lethe, and it seems Fate isn't done messing with me yet. The more I get to know her, the more she seems like another overworked, overlooked woman in desperate need of some girlfriends.

Viscount Somers is Desperate. All the work that he's done is ruined. One little indiscretion and his family is the laughing stock of the ton. Again. The deadly debutante returns. Rose has agreed to one last season. The gossip sheets will eat it up, but she doesn't care anymore. If Gideon Somers hadn't come crashing back into her life, everything would have gone as planned. Now, it's a disaster. A disaster she is expected to put to rights. Sometimes the only way to avoid scandal is to behave scandalously.

When witch Astra Arden agrees to a Valentine's Day date with Jason Bishop, she expects a romantic evening filled with chocolates and champagne—not bread and water in a jail cell. Astra is excited to spend Valentine's Day with handsome local middle school teacher Jason Bishop—but things take a turn for the unexpected when a retired local teacher, Unity Priestpoint, turns up dead, shot and stuffed in a trunk covered in magical symbols.

Witch Astra Arden expects a quiet holiday with her family and persnickety owl, Archie. She does not expect a Dionysian priest on the Ardens' doorstep bringing news that the Greek god's beloved panther has gone missing. Even worse? Dionysus is accusing his sister—the goddess Athena—of the prank, causing a divine argument that threatens to ruin Astra's holiday.

A pompous Pomeranian and visiting media from France lead to unexpected trouble that ends in murder! French media visit Misty Valley for a puff piece on Pierre. Or so he believes. The press is really there to view the plans for development in Misty Valley for the upcoming Grand Prix. But Pierre's hope of fame and glory cools rapidly when he flips the press to reveal a murder. The demise of a French journalist disrupts everyone's plans for a quiet party at Castle Raven.

A soldier's spirit trapped in his decrepit manor house begs for help. A ghostly beast returns from the past to haunt the Dark Mire. Is death stalking Misty Valley? April and her friends are called to a spooky mansion in the Dark Mire. A centuries-old murder has been simmering, waiting for someone to take the lid off the truth. A fortune is at stake, but forces neither Ebrel nor Punkin want to face are haunting the mire, looking for another victim. In Misty Valley, real estate tycoons descend on the valley, eager to snatch land, and make deals.

l can’t wait to knock the socks off an acclaimed fae food critic. She’s even called in a world-class-barista friend from America to help WOW! the critic. But just as she proudly finishes polishing her Welsh café’s cups, the anxious witch is horrified to find the critic’s archnemesis dead in a nearby alley. She has to hide the magic of her village from her American friend while the deceased demands answers. It’s up to April to filter through her town’s suspects and roast the Killer.

She takes her java black and her killers convicted. But can she unmask a murderer before she’s ground to pieces? Witchy barista Ebrel Dymestl is fighting to get her new coffee roaster up to snuff while keeping her quaint community’s magic under wraps. So when two hikers stumble upon a corpse, she races in with her supernatural abilities to bring things to a swift close. But she’s certain trouble is percolating in her precious pixie town when the body and its spirit suddenly go up in steam.

When my quirky Aunt Rose asks me, an American barista, to help open a hip espresso café near the Welsh and English border, I jumped at the chance. What better way to celebrate my 36th birthday and try to ignore the second anniversary of my boyfriend’s death? Misty Valley isn’t just your average Welsh village. This one is full of fae like pixies, orcs, and leprechauns, and now me. My special power, other than making great espresso? I can see and hear ghosts.

Imps are taking over Cottlehill Wilds, wreaking havoc at every turn. Chasing them around my store with unreliable magic, while not alerting the mundies, is harder than raising twins. To make matters worse, the target on my back has never been bigger since I killed the demon our resident psychopath summoned. Car bombs and ambush hoards? Someone really wants me out of the picture.

I am Narissa, and I invite you to journey with me from the pulsing heart of London to the enigmatic Scottish highlands, through the mystic corners of Eastern Europe and down to the sun-drenched South of France. This is the Dark Creatures Collection—an odyssey of suspense, friendship, and deception.

When Dahlia is suddenly thrust into the future during a seemingly ordinary meeting, the sisters find themselves at a loss. Lia is haunted by visions of murder, but no one knows who they can turn to for help. With a persnickety siren demanding an under-the-sea-themed birthday party, the sisters could just dive deeper into conch shells, seahorses, and starfish. But when a dead woman is dumped on a busy road, it seems hunting for a killer none of them can identify is now their most important job.

When my husband of 25 years leaves me to expedite his political agenda, and his new girlfriend ensures I have no place within the shadow council, I am starting over with a new business and no financial security.

Book three continues the Twisted Sisters' magical misadventures.... Marie Leveau ups the anty while the sisters balance cocktail parties, seances, second-line parades, and possessions.

When the Shadow Council chamber is destroyed and the members are reeling from the betrayal, they learn the only location with similar power, is located on Shifter lands. Caton begs me to help the people of Ravenholde, more importantly, the council, in negotiating a treaty that allows a rebuild. But the ancient God ravaging our town has already proved he can infect the strongest of our people, and trust is a commodity none of us possess.

There's no magic in any realm that can fix this mess. I've just got to dig in and get to work. One day I'm fighting beside my best friends in the Fae realm, and the next, I can't light a candle without burning down my house. I always thought witches weren't supposed to have hot flashes unless we were cursed. But then the day came when I discovered that I'm cursed. How? Well, the pandering ex and the nearly-empty nest would be bad enough on their own. But did I mention the demonic assassin who's set his sights on me too? I told you, I'm cursed.