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After a terrible divorce left her blindsided, all Evie Quinn wants is a relaxing girls' trip to Scotland, not a fight for her life with a Chimera shifter—an ancient, secretive enemy with the power to shapeshift into anything with a pulse. Surviving the attack is a plus, but her goddess mother drops a bomb on her: Living will change everything. And… it does. Now she's hiding out in a small town running a popular flower shop, doing her best to resist the urge to gnaw on raw meat every chance she gets, and badly pretending she's the same ol' lovable hedgewitch she always was.

By day, Violet is a supposed charlatan running a potion shop in New Orleans and catering to drunk tourists who want to take a walk on the wild side. By night, she's a Potion Master, a rare, magical being whose shop straddles the portal to Earth and Hell, slinging potions to magical beasts who only come out at night. She's also the protector of both, a neutral being who carefully navigates the Accords between oblivious humans and the creatures who wouldn't mind snacking on them. Unfortunately for both sides, Violet is terrible at her job.

Evie Quinn is tired. Of magical politics. Of cursed bouquets. Of hot Shifter Lords who kiss her like a promise and then send her potential love interest to another state. All she wants is to run her flower shop in peace, maybe master the whole "accidentally-a-Chimera" thing, and avoid becoming a pawn in the games of gods and Lords. But when has Evie ever gotten what she wanted?

A whole bunch of trouble, that's what. Life was so much simpler when Evie's problems consisted of picking the perfect peony. Now she's got the gods on her tail and shifters trying to sniff out her secrets. Then there's the smoking hot Shifter Lord who has never once thrown a party, hiring her for all kinds of pack events and doing his best to convince her to trust him. But he has an agenda of his own, and Evie is far too smart to let her guard down.

With her life a weird mess right now, Violet has no one to turn to. Az is still in hiding, and she's never been able to trust Max. Lucifer has offered a shoulder, but Violet knows better than to trust the original Serpent and her brand spanking new employer. Doesn't she? As the hunt for the creature who escaped the boundaries continues, more Potionsmasters meet their ends. But when someone she definitely shouldn't trust offers her a cryptic clue, Violet has to decide if her life is worth the truth. Can she endanger everyone she loves and the entire world to save her own hide?

With Violet's identity revealed to her closest allies, the time has come for her to embrace who she is. But who is she anyway? Witch? Angel? Demon? None of the above? Meanwhile, Daddy Dearest is busy gathering a powerful force to stage a coup in Heaven, while Violet and the crew have to harness her powers and teach her to use them before he succeeds.

Clara, the Vampire Queen, is no more. Deposed and dumped in a magical town she can't escape from and contemplating the state of well… everything, Clara has had better days. But it's hard to keep a feisty vampire like her down. When a magical explosion goes off in the middle of the night, Clara and her part-demon BFF investigate only to find a bewildered truck driver with no memory of his arrival and a tantalizing trace of magic swirling through the air.

With a war looming and a moody vampire roommate, Violet has her hands full these days. Add on a shifter stalking her at all hours of the day and night, and she's about to lose her mind. When Violet realizes the wolves aren't quite on her side yet, she has to make a choice. Absolve the wolves of their responsibility to the world, or use the power Easton inadvertently granted her and show them what a true leader looks like. She can force them to submit to her rule, but that isn't Violet's way.

What happens when you accidentally kidnap a Fae King, invite a demented vampire queen to bunk with you, and enlist both to plot revenge against the dragons? Violet doesn't know yet, but she's about to find out. Her little jaunt to the fae lands ended with Violet carrying more luggage out than she brought in. Now, with a ticked off Unseelie King brooding and tied up in the corner, she has to figure out how to smooth relations while also deciphering Michael's newest plans.

When a missing box of lye from Ivy’s store links her to a murder, Ivy will have to pull out all the stops to maintain her squeaky-clean image. With a smart-mouthed skeleton as her sidekick, she takes on the case as she tries to figure out who in the world would want to implicate her in such a serious crime. But other forces are at play and a business rival sees this as a good opportunity to put her out of business for good. On the other hand, the librarian Ivy’s had a crush on for ages finally pulls his head out of his books long enough to see her as more than a soapmaker.

Ich bin Dakota Adair, stolze Besitzerin von Tattered Pages, einer Buchhandlung, die sich auf außergewöhnliche und skurrile Bücher spezialisiert hat. Meine Gesellschaft? Eine permanent schlecht gelaunte Perserkatze namens Poppy, die es liebt, ihren Unmut im Laden kundzutun … und zwar laut. Mein Leben war wunderbar entspannt–bis ich eine Sonderbestellung ausliefern muss und dabei über eine Leiche stolpere

Now that the entire town knows who Clara is unofficially related to, she's even more of a social pariah than before. To make matters worse, the spell keeping the town guarded and safe is failing. Naturally, it's her fault. But that's not all. One of the mysterious strangers Clara met before has revealed his heritage and made it very clear he doesn't want her around. And not in the get out of town way. More in the permanently neutralized sort of way.

Lucifer's efforts to secure the angel's cooperation are proving unsuccessful until a chance meeting ends with an invitation to attend a forum. There's only one caveat. Violet's presence is required, and she must offer a demonstration of her powers. Lucifer is against it. Clara wants to destroy them all. Dave is . . . Dave. And the enigmatic ruler of the dragons doesn't care about any of it. He's chosen to pursue Violet with a single-minded focus. But whether he wants her for her or her powers remains unknown.

Clara was never meant to be a mother, a goddess, or the glue that holds her weird but somewhat functional found family together—but here she is, doing all three with the grace of a tipsy flamingo in a minefield. With the Sea Kingdom demanding her son, Luc, return to the Sea and begin training as their heir, war brews on all sides of Clara's crumbling sanctuary. Dave, injured but alive, finally awakens, claiming he wants peace. But when secrets unravel and old magic awakens, Clara discovers that Dave's loyalty might not lie where she thought. Again.

Evie should be basking in the afterglow after her romp with the Shifter Lord. Instead, she's dodging his increasingly aggressive courtship rituals like a runaway bride carrying dynamite. Not because she doesn't care about him, but because she's keeping big secrets. Cernunnos has decided to retire. On the surface, totally fine. Except… Daddy Dearest wants to hand Evie the keys to the fae kingdom, and he's been dropping in with divine homework and cryptic warnings about the future.

Mary Ruth Steinman ist ein Magnet für Kontroversen, aber sie ist gut fürs Geschäft. Zumindest bis meine chronisch schlecht gelaunte Perserkatze Poppy versucht, sie während einer Lesung zu beißen. Ab da jongliere ich zwischen PR-Krisenmanagement, Kratzspuren am Inventar und der Frage, wie ich sowohl meinen Buchladen Tattered Pages als auch meine Katze vor dem Nervenzusammenbruch bewahre.

Ich bin Dakota Adair, stolze Besitzerin von Tattered Pages, einer Buchhandlung für außergewöhnliche und skurrile Bücher. Nebenbei löse ich auch gelegentlich Mordfälle. Rein hobbymäßig. Meistens. Nach einem Vortrag über seltene Bücher sprudle ich nur so vor Ideen, wie ich meinen Laden erweitern könnte. Doch als die Vortragende kurz darauf tot aufgefunden wird, finde ich mich schneller in einem neuen Fall wieder, als ich „Kriminalroman“ sagen kann.