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Welcome to Haven Hollow, a town of monsters. After dating a string of losers and banishing a poltergeist, I packed up my Los Angeles life and my 11-year-old son, and moved...to a town in Oregon with a population of 680. Well, 682 now. Culture shock anyone? Ahem, never mind that.... New starts can happen anywhere, right? I hope so, because I need to start the next chapter of my 43-year life pronto. So, why Haven Hollow? For one reason - there aren’t any witches here. And a witch can make a gypsy’s life...complicated. Oh, right, I’ve put the cart before the horse.

My name is Neva, or "Snow White", as patrons of the Wicked Lyre tavern know me. There, I dance for the wealthy and lecherous. Void of my memories, my life before the age of 12 is a mystery I don’t have time to solve, chained as I am to my cruel master. Enter Herrick Vorst.

My name is Briar, otherwise known as Sleeping Beauty. When I wake from a kiss, the prince isn’t the man I expect. Instead of a knight in shining armor, Prince Payne is a cursed vampire responsible for killing my entire family!

My name is Kassidy, otherwise known as Goldilocks. Before you start picturing a girl with full petticoats and ringlet curls, you should know I’m nothing like that. Nope, I’m a Guild thief, and have one goal and one goal only: find and obtain the Ambrosia from the werebear kingdom

I had it all. A powerful coven. A charming Victorian mansion. A sexy car. A couture closet. Credit cards up the wazoo, and an endearing familiar. Actually, scratch that, Hellcat would never be described as "endearing". More like: the bane of my existence. So, I almost had it all. Then a vampire came along and ruined it when he turned me into a Blood Witch. Now, I’ve been kicked out of my coven, kicked out of the mansion, I have no credit to speak of, the Lexus is a thing of the past, and not only am I driving something from the '80s, but it’s also unapologetically yellow.

My name is Bowie, better known as Little Bo Peep.I’m a shepherdess—someone who leads the dead to the world beyond this one. When I find a lost soldier, Sinbad, roaming among the Mallow Fields—the place where spirits are drawn so I can escort them to the ever after--I’m not sure why I feel so attracted to him. Maybe it’s owing to this attraction that I allow Sinbad to enthrall me with stories about his life at sea. Before I know what’s happened, Sinbad is tethered to me, which means he’s able to leave the Mallow Fields.

I’m under the influence of centuries-old, incredibly powerful vampire Meg, and, as such, I’m wreaking havoc all over Splendor and the Netherworld. But, I can’t help it. I’m not even aware of what’s going on.

Looking for a fresh start, I just became the proud owner of a piece of New Orleans history: an Antebellum-era two-story house in the Garden District. It's going to take time and a fat wallet to restore the fixer-upper to its former glory, but after my recent divorce, I could use the distraction. And a stiff drink, but that's another story . . . It's not long before I discover I've moved into the haunted house of the flirtatious and very much dead, Drake Montague. Now I'm receiving kisses from unseen lips and caresses from ghostly hands.

The day the red fog rolled in, everything in Windy Ridge changed. Neighbors and friends I’d grown up with got turned into wolfmen, lizardmen, gargoyles, and other unmentionables. As for me? I got turned into a vampire.

Master Nicolo, a man also known as "The Terrible," lives up to his title and then some. As confidante, closest friend and protector to Prince Balduin, a man who would be king of the large and estimable Woodfall Gath, Nicolo is nearly untouchable.

My name is Princess Carmine, a.k.a. Rose Red. When I learn my longtime protector, Huntsman Draven, has been taken prisoner by my evil uncle, I’m beyond upset. Not to mention the fact that I’ve loved Draven for as long as I can remember. Promised to marry another, I attempt to escape a loveless marriage. But, in the process, I find myself in a precarious situation when my would-be husband decides to take matters into his own hands….

In the underwater kingdom of Corsica, mermaids are the property of mermen. We’re considered valuable as breeders until we reach our mid-30s, at which time we’re deemed no longer useful. Good thing for me I’m 40, never had any children, and I’m a widow. So, I can basically live my life as I see fit. Until my husband’s younger brother, Cullen, decides to make me his wife...one of seven.

For Whom the Spell Tolls is the sixth audiobook in the Dulcie O'Neil series (Fantasy Romance Books): A war between The Resistance and the Netherworld, A vampire who isn't all that he appears, and the ultimate price that must be paid. Dulcie O'Neil thought her luck couldn't get much worse but it's about to get a whole lot worse. Forced into declaring war against the Netherworld and her father, Dulcie will find herself fighting for everything she believes in. In the process, she'll have to decide whether or not to trust a centuries old vampire, a decision which literally will mean life or death.

Sinjin Sinclair might have been estranged from his family and friends, but that doesn’t mean he stopped caring about them. Learning of a possible threat to his niece, Emma, Sinjin has his own card to play.

In Ice Wolf, a hunter stumbles upon a naked body. When Ellie and her deputy retrieve the frozen corpse, he's got a silver dagger in his chest but no ID. It's Ellie's first homicide case in Hope and she aims to solve it. But even stranger things happen and this murder investigation will be anything but routine. Ellie doesn't want to believe the forensic evidence, but there's something creepy about the John Doe victim. There's no way that she'd walk away from this case, but maybe she should run.

My life isn't so bad. True, I don't have a love life to speak of, but I do have a cute house in the suburbs of Los Angeles, a cat, and a quirky best friend. Enter Rand Balfour, a sinfully attractive warlock who insists I'm a witch and who just might turn my life upside down. Rand hires me to help him solve a mystery regarding the death of his client, who also happens to be a ghost. Along the way, I not only uncover the cause of the ghost’s demise, but in the process, I actually bring the ghost back to life....

Rowan is just a child, but living in her world has forced her to grow up, faster than she should have. When she’s attacked and nearly killed, the most unlikely of allies will come to her defense…Pagan knows he shouldn’t trust Nyx and yet, he can’t help but feel like he’s falling for her. But when he agrees to infiltrate the Masked Magistrates in order to steal a lodestone, they will both find themselves in a situation they didn’t bargain for... Stone is frantic. Emma has been abducted by possessed students, Clark at the forefront.

Master Nicolo, a man also known as ‘The Terrible,’ lives up to his title and then some. As confidante, closest friend and protector to Prince Balduin, a man who would be king of the large and estimable Woodfall Gath, Nicolo is nearly untouchable. Throw in the fact that the man can fight like no other and seems to have a preternatural knowledge for detecting those who want to kill him, he’s a formidable foe and then some. But Nicolo didn’t always live such a favored life.

I think I've seen it all, but life continues to spring surprises. The latest shocker? I've just been crowned queen of the underworld. Yeah, me. I may possess a rare gift for reanimating the dead, but I don't know the first thing about governing disparate factions of supernatural creatures. I mean, I can barely maintain order in my own chaotic personal life, which is heading into a romantic tailspin.

I’ve returned to London with my proverbial tail between my legs. After the death of my beloved husband, I took my broken heart and retreated to Paris, where I’ve been living for the last year. But finally, deciding I need to face the ghosts of my past, I’ve returned...and now find myself sitting in a jail cell in Scotland Yard, the precinct of the London police. I’ve been accused of stealing a diamond necklace. Really, there’s no mystery there—I’m guilty and I’ve admitted as much.