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Zelda Hawkins came to Manhattan to make sandwiches, not spells—but when a mysterious vampire offers free rent on her family’s old restaurant in exchange for repairing a magical mirror, Zelda’s plans are flipped like a hot grilled cheese. With the help of a ridiculous rescue poodle, a mind-reading fire witch, a smoldering ex-boyfriend, and a hot Brooklyn hipster helping with the renovation, Zelda must use the magic she inherited from her grandmother to enter a world of witches, vampires, and fae, where masks and mirrors are only the beginning… and the stakes are higher than New York prices.

Via, aka “Empress,” used to be a Supervillain—powerful, cunning, manipulative, cruel—until one of her technological innovations glitched and stranded her and her nemesis, the Hero Electra, in an alternate realm. Now, despite her best world-dominating intentions, Via finds herself in a position she never thought she’d be in: local politician.

Laney Herder and Lady Celeste are called upon by the Lupei of the Mountain Gypsies as their Soras to help free their leader who had been kidnapped, and to stop a war between the realms of Sparo and the Gypsies. Again, Laney is thrown into a world and politics that seem alien to her. She must follow her heart to do the right thing when all seems lost in a foreign land, when she stands against the swords of a nebulous enemy and the magic of one of the most powerful magic users of all time.

Kinda dead. Straight-up psycho. Totally obsessed with her. I did a bad, bad thing. Thanks to a blank in my memory, I'm not sure what that thing was, but it was horrible enough to get me locked up in the mental ward for seven years. Horrible enough that my little sister won't even speak to me. But when I'm released back into a town determined to rub my unknown sins in my face, the past isn't the only thing that's haunting me. The four "imaginary" friends who made my childhood bearable barge into my life in a very real way.

On the morning before her 67th death, it is business as usual for Jesse Sullivan: meet with the mortician, counsel soon-to-be-dead clients, and have coffee while reading the latest regeneration theory. Jesse dies for a living, literally. As a Necronite, she is one of the population's rare two percent who can serve as a death replacement agent, dying so others don't have to. Although each death is different, the result is the same: a life is saved, and Jesse resurrects days later with sore muscles, new scars, and another hole in her memory.

One hundred and fifty years ago, a terrible curse descended on the Wilcox clan, dooming generations of women to an early death should they bear a child to the bloodline of Jeremiah Wilcox. Now Angela McAllister is carrying Connor Wilcox's child, and if she can't find a way to break the curse, that same doom will fall upon her. The solution to her dilemma lies somewhere in the past - her own, and that of the woman who cast the curse so many years before.

Aspen Reynolds has it all. Wealth, beauty, and a spot on the Forbes Top Ten Most Successful Women list. From the outside, she is perfect. Looks and status can be deceiving. All her life she has fought being the socialite her family has raised her to be. Now at twenty-eight she's at the top of her game, lacking the one thing she didn't know she'd ever want.

My name is Ava Dawson, and life has really changed for me the past couple of months. I'm no longer alone and no longer invisible, but that doesn't mean everything is perfect. My father is unattainable, my magic still has a very distracting presence, and I'm once again a target for nefarious supernaturals.

Verity’s family tree has deep roots… and deadly secrets. Some families pass down antiques or china. Verity’s family? They can’t seem to pass up a good mystery. So when Verity’s dearly departed grandmother drops by unexpectedly, Verity is overjoyed—until she learns Grandma Didi is back with a chilling request tied to a cherished family heirloom.

Fantastic. It's just my luck I get turned into a vampire by an Edward Cullen wannabe who has Captain Jack Sparrow as his mentor. He did gift me with immortality, super strength, and a complexion to die for, so I suppose I shouldn't complain. There's only one tiny problem.... I faint at the sight of blood. All I wanted was to have the time of my life with my bestie at Mardi Gras. But you know what they say.... It's all fun and games until someone wakes up dead.

When I'm taken from Earth, my life takes a sharp turn. The alien ship crashes on a strange planet and before I know it, I'm taken again. These new "owners" are just as bad as the last ones and it doesn't take me long to realize my chances of survival are dim. I only have one chance to escape - so I take it. I'm doing a good job of surviving too. That is...until the aliens send a hunter to track me down.

After Cora Glass’s life was stolen by Harrow Faire, things just keep going from bad to worse. Unable to run, unable to escape, there seems to be no way to avoid what she’s become - the Contortionist. But a girl can only take so much. Haunted by an abandoned and seemingly sentient circus? Fine. The life of her best friend threatened unless she sacrificed herself? Fine. Tormented and stalked by a grinning madman who wanted to kill her, and now wants to do worse? That’s where Cora has to draw the line.

Kidnapped by a rival witch clan, Angela McAllister envisions a dark future for herself until she discovers her captor's brother is the unknown man who has haunted her dreams since she was a child. Forced to re-evaluate everything she's ever known about the Wilcox witches, Angela begins to explore the powerful connection that binds her to Connor Wilcox, despite the generations of hostility between their families and the disapproval of those closest to her.

I know what they see when they look at me. The charming, soft-spoken dragoness bred from the most powerful of royal bloodlines. A disguise stronger than any battle shield that allows me to keep all suitors at tail's length. A technique that's worked until him. Until Ragnar the Cunning, handsome barbarian warlord and warrior mage from the desolate Northlands. Unlike those who've come before him, he does not simply submit to my astounding charm and devastating smile.

This is what it all comes down to. Two mystical realms: one floating, peaceful isle, another a legendary kingdom, spirited away for centuries. Now they're back, one is waging war against peace and humanity, the other a barrier, and only one thing stands between destruction and death, or victory and peace: Me.

As the future prima, or head witch of her clan, Angela McAllister is expected to bond with her consort during her 21st year, thus ensuring that she will come into her full powers at the appointed time. The clock is ticking down, and her consort has yet to make an appearance. Instead, her dreams are haunted by a man she's never seen, the one she believes must be her intended match.

Ariane has finally adjusted to her new life as a vampire, hidden away from her kin in the Georgian countryside. She can now set her eyes on her next pursuit: her return to society as a rightful, free entity. However, regaining her freedom will not be easy. Beyond the issues of cutthroat vampire politics, the protection of her territory will also bring surprising challenges.

A Guardian is dead. Fae are missing. And someone has let a golem loose in town. Ride along with Kyra Greene, the only pest controller qualified to deal with the strange and wonderful creatures that come out of the shadows when magic flares.

Just when I think I’m getting my life under control, my alien husband kidnaps me—and manages to get amnesia. I’ve mostly come to grips with my new reality. Earth is a memory, I’m making a name for myself, and I can usually ignore the reason I’m here… my horrible alien warlord husband. But the Beast doesn’t want to be ignored. Nope. He wants me, and unlike other Suevans, he doesn't like to take no for an answer… so he kidnaps me, determined to win me over. Good luck with that, buddy.

Nobody told me that when I entered the transition, the very gifts of my demonic lineage would be used against me. Nobody warned me that the flames of hell would burn from within. Or that I'd be driven to lust and madness, my chaotic magic becoming more wild and unruly than ever before. The only way to save myself - and the world - was to give the beast what she wanted: control.