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You'd think defeating a soul-eating wraith would earn me a break, right? Yeah. No. Turns out, dying once wasn't enough. Neither was saving the afterlife. I thought destroying the wraith would finally complete Death's little assignment. But apparently, Death forgot to mention a teeny-tiny detail: there's more than one wraith. And they're all ticking time bombs waiting to go off. Oh, and remember my missing raven? Not so missing after all. He's walking around in a human form now, wielding my powers better than I ever could. Everything's falling apart. Again.

This is a kisses only, sweet romance. The past comes rushing back at the sound of his voice my brother's best friend and my new next door neighbor. Lane Kincaid was my secret crush for as long as I can remember. He's also the one I had every intention of avoiding when I came home. But fate had different plans, I got into a car accident, And he's the first person to come to my rescue. As my gaze collides with his all thoughts flee. My icy indifference begins to thaw. He's even more handsome than I remember.

She's my best friend's older sister. No matter what . . . I have to keep my hands off Angelina . . . Because she's a Hawke.

No woman wants a pity proposal. Just because I’m turning forty, dealing with perimenopause, and recently dumped another loser doesn’t mean I need rescuing—especially not by my best friend. But when Dallas Gamble blurts out that we’re engaged in a very public attempt at protecting me, there’s not much I can do but play along. Bless his dumb, beautiful heart. The man has always been impulsive. Protective. Flirty. And able to fill out a pair of Levi’s like nobody’s business. In no time at all, he slides a ring on my finger, moves me into his house, and swears it’s no big deal.

Although she battles loneliness, Rychell is determined to grow her spice business and raise her adopted pixie son in peace. Love is off the table—her tumultuous childhood taught her that marriage isn't for her. So when the town herald announces that a prominent trader is seeking a wife who can treat marriage like a business deal, Rychell knows this is the opportunity she's been waiting for.

Waking up naked on the roadside with a body that doesn't feel like mine? Not exactly the miracle I asked for. Turns out, Death gave me a second chance—minus the instructions. I'm no longer just a Grim Reaper. I'm something else. Something unstable. My scythe is gone. My raven's missing. And I'm flickering between realities like a faulty lightbulb.

I am respected in Leafshire Cove because I perform magic exactly the way it should be performed—with a witch's intuition. My spells are precise, and they're either wonderfully practical or completely fun. Regardless, my magic is true magic. On market days, my cart always has the longest line. That is, until he arrives. An arrogant, foolish minotaur with a ridiculously posh accent sets up shop right beside me. And even though his magic is only a mishmash of tacky illusions and over-the-top displays, townsfolk flock to him. Infuriating.

I accidentally walked into the men's room and caught icy-hot goalie Evan Daniels with his pants down. Let's just say the view was unforgettable… I've never been so embarrassed—and turned on—at the same time. Grumpy, bossy, and emotionally unavailable, he's everything I shouldn't want, yet I've been hopelessly crushing on him for months. But when those icy blue eyes lock on mine, all bets are off. And watching him coach his little girl on the ice? Game over for my heart. But just when I think I'm breaking through his frosty exterior, he shuts me out like a puck on a penalty kill.

Demons don't know how to love. Since I don't mix summoning and relationships, that's fine by me. But neither of those facts keeps us from sneaking into each other's bedrooms at night. And day. And pretty much any time not spent tracking down Em's killer. It was supposed to be a bluff. Going to them after they took everything—my apartment, my job. It was a power move. But now I'm here, living with three dangerous, powerful demons who can't decide if they want to bone me or bury me.

A sane witch would never summon the immortal Demon Lords of Blackwood. Not if she expects to keep breathing. Everyone knows that. So imagine my surprise when, in a reckless and drunken effort to avenge my sister's death, I summon a revenge demon.

I don't date hockey players. Especially not my best friend's cocky, infuriating brother—the one I can't stand. But one scorching night shattered all the rules, and now, I can't stop thinking about what we started. Gio DeLuca isn't just known for his skills on the ice—he's notorious for his hot temper and bad-boy attitude that fans love to hate. He's also the kind of sizzling hot that makes you forget your own name, with a smirk that says he knows exactly what he's doing to you.

Blackwood is under siege and it's all my fault. My conscience won't let me rest until I've made sure the outcasts living here are safe. No harm will come to them because of my actions. And, since the Lords are out of commission—also my fault—they can't stop me. But it also means they can't bail me out. I have to figure this out on my own, or I'll never find closure on Em's murder. So I'll step through that portal. I'll face my fears and desires alike because Blackwood is in danger. And no one messes with my city.