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Eldritch Blackwood Jr. never quite fit the mold of a proper necromancer. Instead of raising armies of the dead, he specializes in bringing beloved pets back to life. But when Eld’s prestigious family forces him to enroll at Bathurst Academy of Post-Mortem Studies, his unlife takes an unexpected turn. Between dodging his father’s ever-growing expectations and navigating the bizarre social landscape of underworld academia, Eld stumbles upon something far more terrifying than final exams—a buried girl in the academy’s graveyard.

A pixie-infested farmhouse. A pain-in-the-butt familiar. A hunky lumberjack shifter. Not at all what a witch on the run like me expects to find in small-town Redbud, Indiana, but life’s been throwing me a bunch of curveballs lately. Most recently? Discovering a demonic curse on the family grimoire sucking the magic straight out of my coven’s hearts. 10 out of 10 do not recommend, and there’s only one thing an uninitiated witch like me can do.

Aliens are coming! Getting back home with the knowledge that aliens are coming for your planet is one thing. Figuring out how to get anyone in a position of power to listen to you is something else. With the knowledge that the Elentrin are weeks away from Earth, McKenna must persuade the government that she isn’t crazy and that aliens are coming. But first she has to convince friends and family. Having done everything she can to get through to government officials, she waits. Trying to not go crazy.

Handling the cat calling as a female police officer is one thing, being a literal cat is something else. When the world's population shifts into animals, the last thing McKenna expected was to be at the center of the controversy. Much less for her to be the star in a viral video. Harried by her internal cat, resentful co-workers, freaked out neighbors, and a partner who's turned into a bear, she's got enough on her plate. And no one knows why they changed, which is scary enough.

It can always get worse, unfortunately. Discovering an Artificial Intelligence lives in your head, strike one. Having the Artificial Intelligence explain aliens are the origin of shifters on Earth, strike two. Having it announce you are the commanding officer of the earth shifters, strike three. Deciding there is only so much one person can handle, McKenna Largo ignores the strange new voice in her head and focuses on her law enforcement career. She soon learns there are other aspects to being a shifter. Who knew cougars had such a great nose for drugs?

Private Detective Finley Wade prefers to work alone. Or she did, until she started talking to ghosts. Now her mentor has decided to rejoin the firm. Three days after his death. Their first new case together? Solving his murder. Piece of cake. Finley's got a ghost on her side. But then her girlfriend Zelda dons a trench coat to play detective, forcing Finely to up her game. Now it's a race against time as Zelda stumbles into the path of a dangerous killer bent on rubbing out anyone who gets in their way. Can Finely solve the case in time to save the love of her life?

Emily is a writer, a mother, and a woman who knows heartbreak all too well. Still carrying the weight of her divorce, she's spent the last few years rediscovering who she is-quietly rebuilding a life on her own terms. Lucas is a devoted father, an architect, and a man who's grown used to the quiet after loss. His marriage may have ended, but his love for his daughter, Lily, grounds him in something real and enduring. When a dating app brings Emily and Lucas together, their connection is instant-but falling in love in midlife isn't quite so simple.

My grandmother taught me that magic is like baking: it's all about intention. As a fire witch, I pour my heart into every loaf of bread, every comfort scone. Opening a bakery with my coven sisters was supposed to be the culmination of that dream—a place where our kitchen magic could shine. But during renovations, we didn't just find asbestos; we found a skeleton clutching a scorched spellbook. A spellbook that hums with a power that recognizes my own, practically begging me to uncover its secrets. This wasn't just any skeleton; it was a kitchen witch, just like me, and she was murdered.