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As the Vanderbilt Ball approaches, a series of unexplained earthquakes have New York City on edge. Miriam's attempts to understand their cause lands her in the place she least wants to be. Confronting her deepest fears may be the only way to find the missing Pembroke Girls and save her sister. But the question that haunts Miriam most is whether Gwen can still be saved.

Nine heiresses are missing in Gilded Age New York with no ransom demand. Journalist Miriam Cole's sister was the first to vanish twelve years ago. The only connection? They all attended the exclusive Pembroke School. Now, a bizarre murder has Miriam on the run, questioning the very nature of reality as she joins forces with a handsome ex-Pinkerton agent, a reluctant psychic, Mark Twain, and the NY League of Skeptics. Can Miriam save the girls or will New York City be destroyed in the crossfire?

My name is Zoe Lane, and I see dead people. After my last encounter with the other side, I thought I’d earned a break. But life—and death—don't work that way. The very living Herbert Court has just barged into my life, claiming he's being haunted by a spirit and needs my help. The catch? Herbert's got his own paranormal gifts—but getting him to realize that is way harder than I thought. Turns out, I’m not entirely good at this whole mentor thing. If I'd only known that Herbert would show up and destroy everything I’ve worked so hard to protect, I would’ve sent him packing at first sight.

All that glitters is not gold… When Denali Dahlgren's posh California dream goes bust, she feels like she's hit rock bottom. But just as her prospects run dry, she strikes a claim of unexpected inheritance—an entire Alaskan town left to her by an uncle she never knew existed. Trading palm trees for spruce, she arrives at a ghost town that once glittered with gold rush glory. But instead of nuggets, Denali finds an unfinished café to run, a treasury of off-kilter townsfolk, and the attention of a dashing bush pilot who may just be her heart's jackpot.

The adventure continues in SLIPSTREAM the second book of the IMPROBABLE Trilogy, a new historical fantasy thriller from the author of The CHRONOS Files. Miriam finds herself stranded in an alternative reality where subtle changes in the timeline have her struggling to maintain her alliances and uncertain as to exactly where she stands with Elias. To make matters worse, the New York papers are now touting another presumed victim of the Ripper — a woman Miriam remembers as very much alive — and new information suggests that this murder won't be the last.

When five fourteen-year-old girls get their fortunes from an arcade machine just for kicks, it turns their world upside-down and their close-knit group of friends starts to fall apart. Misunderstandings abound as allegiances shift and outsiders start to come between them. The fortunes seem to be self-fulfilling prophecies - whether the girls believe in them or not.

Strange situations are an accidental specialty for Blue. In a world where magic is rare but real and a notorious bank robber wearing nothing but a mullet and too much eyeliner became the comically tragic face of magic overnight is normal, that’s saying something. As a former enforcer and current fugitive of magic’s governing body, the Cahlad, she doesn’t think twice about a string of magic surges, unexplained disappearances, and a mystery goon squad making the headlines.

When a decades-old corpse is discovered in the attic of Cambria's current building, the police reach out to the media to help ID the dead woman. Cambria is desperate to keep the corpse scandal hush-hush, and even more desperate to keep her name out of the news. The only solution is for her to identify the victim herself. A task that seems simple enough until Cambria uncovers a dark secret that puts the lives of her residents and loved ones in jeopardy.

Since taking the job of an on-site apartment manager, single-mom Cambria Clyne's life has been one wild ride. Streaking residents, a corpse in the dumpster, rogue parrots—she has seen it all. Or so she thinks.

Topical, relatable, and just plain fun, these and many other stories in this collection deal with friendship, kinship, and the complexities of the modern world, and are sure to leave you with a smile.

My name is Zoe Lane, and I see dead people. For the first time in my adult life, I am in a big city. Los Angeles! It’s everything and nothing like I imagined. There aren’t celebrities on every corner, and the walk of fame smells like urine, but the weather is perfection, the palm trees are plentiful, the beaches are spectacular, and there are a whole lot of dead people. Dead people with exactly one aim: to catch a killer.

Forever Wild, Forever Home invites listeners to discover the magic of The Wild Animal Sanctuary in Keenesburg, Colorado, the premier large carnivore sanctuary in the world. In 1980, Pat Craig rescued a baby jaguar he christened Freckles and took his first bold steps on a 40-year journey to combat the growing crisis of exotic animal captivity, abuse, and trafficking - one rescue at a time. Today more than 200 bears, 60 African lions, and 70 tigers, as well as jaguars, leopards, mountain lions, wolves, and other exotic animals, enjoy peace, comfort, and contentment.

My name is Zoe Lane, and I see dead people. Right now, I’m on my way to Los Angeles with my boyfriend and a spirit. The spirit's name is Jose, and he was executed on death row for a murder he didn’t commit. Our mission, once we land, is to find out who the real killer was and make sure justice is served. Though I also plan to visit Hollywood Blvd, try caviar, and look for a (living) celebrity or two - because even a medium needs a day off every now and then.

My name is Zoe Lane, and I see dead people. Over the last year, I have confronted criminals, solved murders, saved lives, had multiple brushes with death, looked into the eyes of a serial killer, and stared down the barrel of a gun. I thought I knew stress. I thought wrong. In all my life, I have never experienced anything as stressful as the pickup zone at Trucker Middle School.

My name is Zoe Lane, and I see dead people. Catching killers and solving murders for those who have passed away is sort of my thing. Is it fun? No. Have I almost died? Multiple times. I'm not sure why I've been predestined to be a medium to the traumatically deceased but I have. I’m used to it by now. At least, I thought I was. Until this afternoon. A new spirit appeared to me, and this one is different. This one is personal.

In the male-dominated world of engineering, breaking through barriers and claiming your rightful place can seem like an impossible challenge. Yet for Anat Rapoport, this challenge was an opportunity, not just for her, but for women everywhere. In 2015, she stood on the cusp of a significant promotion. With every project milestone achieved, deadline met, and positive feedback garnered, she felt ready. But was her career trajectory truly in her hands, or was it subject to the whims of superiors/ mercy of the higher-ups?