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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.

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.

Hollywood vs. The Author is a collection of non-fiction anecdotes by authors who’ve had the pleasure of experiencing the development room firsthand - some who have successfully managed to straddle the two worlds, seeing their works morph into the kinds of feature films and TV shows that make them proud, and others who stepped blindsided into that room after selling their first or second novels. All the stories in this collection illustrate the great divide between the world of literature and the big or small screen.

Well here we go again, folks. Another day, another supernatural crisis to avert. As a middle-aged witch with a knack for trouble, you know I'm not catching any breaks in this enchanted world. Lucky for me I've got my partner in magical crime by my side, and we're ready to tackle whatever the universe throws our way... When the local sheriff, who just happens to be my best friend Stella's husband, stumbles into my humble abode begging for our expertise, we know we're in for a wild ride. A poor old lady just vanished into thin air with a bunch of mundies for witnesses.

The magical world doesn't believe in maternity leave. As soon as my baby arrives the Dark One doubles her efforts to steal enough power to become a goddess. Set on a wild goose chase that leaves too many mundie victims along the way, I haven't had a moment's rest. The secret of paranormals is about to be exposed and the hellmouth is on the verge of collapse. No one is safe in Cottlehill Wilds and it's up to my best friends and me to make sure evil doesn't prevail.

Issaka has returned home to Timbouctou and a devastating al-Qaeda raid. His only hope for survival is Faro, a stunning, blue-beaded supernatural entity who rises free from the flames of her imprisoning book as it burns. Compelled to follow Faro, Issaka is opening his eyes to their shared history and the ancestral wisdom of his own past.

Just a handful of reasons why I should hate Cesare Salvatore, heir to the Salvatore Sicilian mafia throne. Other reasons? His insanely gorgeous face. How hot he looks in his Formula One race suit. The feral look in his eyes when he’s pounding his enemy into the ground… But as a Mancinelli, I abide by one family rule: Stay away from the Salvatores.

For more than 30 years, Patience Gray, author of the celebrated cookbook Honey from a Weed, lived in a remote area of Puglia in southernmost Italy. She lived without electricity, modern plumbing, or a telephone, grew much of her own food, and gathered and ate wild plants alongside her neighbors in this economically impoverished region. She was fond of saying that she wrote only for herself and her friends, yet her growing reputation brought a steady stream of international visitors to her door.

Most people dread turning fifty. Not me. I’ve been counting down the weeks to our luxury holiday in Aruba – seven sun-soaked days to celebrate not just my own fiftieth birthday, but those of three lifelong friends. Two of them are just as excited as I am. The fourth? She took some persuading. With our partners in tow, we arrive at our lavish villa, bubbling with excitement and Prosecco. We’re here to relax, reconnect, and make memories. But in the heat and haze of paradise, inhibitions slip – and secrets spill.

Viv, Janet and Zelda know all about facing the wobbly first year of becoming a widow as their friendship was forged when they ran away from the same dreary support group. Forming instead the much more lively widows' wine club – The Muscateers – they welcome new member Libby with open arms. Libby feels lost without Jim, her husband of more than thirty years, but the warmth, friendship and fun the women wrap her up in inspires her to begin to look to the future.

Astra Arden is a witch with a knack for rescuing folks from precarious predicaments. But when the star card flips over for an obnoxiously rude and dedicatedly evil vampire at a local fundraiser, Astra thinks the goddess may be off her divine rocker. The mandate is complicated further when another vampire is discovered dead outside Sanguine, the local vampire club where the fundraiser was held—which just happens to be owned by Astra's best friend's brother, vampire Rex Sullivan.

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.

Solving one crisis after another with my coven left me battered me to a pulp at times, but it prepared me for my most difficult journey yet: returning to Eidothea to save my child's life. Apparently, most beings can't successfully carry a dragon's baby unless they undergo trials and tribulations to reach the lava tunnels in a forbidden mountain in the Fae realm. I know I will make it because I have a much bigger issue to deal with. Argies and I have barely made it past his discovery of my pregnancy, and now his brother thinks he can force me to stay in his realm.

In the enchanting chaos of Willowberry Plantation, where the supernatural equivalent of a neighborhood watch involves witches with attitude and shapeshifters with sass, trouble brews faster than a potion in a cauldron. For a brief moment, tranquility comes to Willowberry Plantation until a nymph decides to take an unannounced sabbatical, and the Six Twisted Sisters kick into action quicker than you can say "spell check."

In the heart of the Crescent City, the Six Twisted Sisters are at it again—this time, solving unexplained deaths and planning a family reunion for none other than their archenemy, Marie Laveau. Because saving the world isn't their only business, this time the sisters are navigating the dark and mystical underbelly of New Orleans. Between dodging curses and chasing down clues, they've got their hands full trying to throw a party fit for the voodoo queen herself. With their trademark sisterhood and supernatural prowess, these six witches are unstoppable.

To make their mother's holiday dreams finally come true, the sisters invite their entire extended family to spend the winter holidays at Willowberry Plantation. But being surrounded by their brothers, the children, and everyone else they love makes it more difficult than ever to see the growing target painted on their backs. And all too soon, they're up to their magical eyeballs in chaos.

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.

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.

The hunters think I'm dead. For now. Well, it turns out I'm a demigoddess. The only being in the world who can save magic from being completely destroyed. Unfortunately, I don't have the sword that can unlock my true potential, which means I'm not doing any saving anytime soon. When the Blood Coven extends a heartbreaking yet tempting offer - my sword in exchange for one of my hot and caring gargoyle guardians - I accept. Saying good-bye feels like a stab in the heart, but I don't have any other choice.