Central Perk meets Halloween Town... Poppy’s wacky-wicked coven has destined her to be this generation’s good witch. An act necessary for them to spend eternity on All Hallowed Eve’s Island – heaven for the magical. Problem is, Poppy has zero desire to be the sacrificial good witch. And despite being sent to Wicked Anonymous three times a week to curb her love of a good caper, she still loves to hex. After a frustrating W.A. meeting, she has one margarita too many and is lured into a Deal with the Devil. He’ll help her escape her New York coven and relocate to the accepting small ...

It’s not forever. It’s not freaking forever. 5 Stars - "Laughs galore, love in the air, crazy ghosts, and a diabolical mom add up to a great read! Welcome back to Knotty the only singles town in America. Seeing ghosts, talking houses, witches, and kooky old ladies make for a fun, quick read." What’s a witch to do when her magic’s been hacked and her tongue wickedly cursed! No matter how hard Eloise Redd concentrates on keeping her thoughts to herself, she blurts them. The only option is to lie low and wait for the hacker’s ransom note —and hope the demands aren’t too steep. In...

One mystery, one romance, and a kitten. In the heart of Singsong City, a gnome-elven reporter keeps her head down so that her secret werewolf identity isn't revealed. But when the monster who infected her starts leaving behind a trail of dead or mutated girls, she'll need to face her past and put on her investigative reporter hat, however much it disturbs the local pack and her own peace of mind. With the help of an impossible ally, she must unravel the mysteries of her own past before they consume her future. Will she find a murderer and a happy ending, or will the monster under her skin ...

★★★ "CINDERELLA MEETS TWILIGHT" - AMAZON REVIEW ★★★ After her mother’s death, Taylor Hale goes to live with her father on the remote island of Dawnhaven. She’s dreading it, but she has a plan: she'll keep her head down, survive senior year, and ignore that her wicked stepmother treats her like trash. Then she meets wealthy summer resident James Champlain, and everything changes. James is tall and strapping, with a square jaw. In addition to his looks, he’s charming, funny, and kind. Taylor is increasingly drawn to him, but they're from two different worlds. She was on food...

Stella will do anything for her sick sister, Cara - even stand in line for an autographed Heartbreakers CD for four hours. She's totally winning best birthday gift this year. At least she met a cute boy with soft brown hair and gorgeous blue eyes while getting her caffeine fix. Too bad she'll never see him again. Except Stella's life has suddenly turned into a cheesy love song. Because Starbucks Boy is Oliver Perry, the lead singer for the Heartbreakers.

Brigid Donovan is down on her luck. Her husband dumped her for the biggest stereotype around, his secretary, and her family mansion is a decaying wreck. All she wants is to get it restored, enjoy the peace and quiet of living in eight hundred acres of primordial forest, and rebuild her life. Fate seems to be against her. First, her cat starts to speak to her. And what does he say? He's not what he seems to be—seriously? Like a talking cat is normal.

Bro codes, billionaires, and a bathroom fairy godmother—hold on to your tiaras! Nine years ago, Isabella P. Chance met her Fairy Godmother in a bathroom during her disastrous high school prom. She was promised an epic comeback for her ten-year reunion. Fast forward nine and a half years, and her Fairy Godmother returns to fulfill that promise—with a billionaire-sized caveat. Enter Chandler Roman, the Grinch of Manhattan. He’s been hired to clean house at Naked Runway, and Isabella's position is on the chopping block. Not coincidentally, he's the godson of her Fairy Godmother, who has ...

Goat yoga guru(ish), Luna Parker, longs to punch her grumpy neighbor, Mitch Johnson, in the nose. Not that she would. The law frowns upon that when you’re on probation and an ex-felon. Not to mention Karma has been all up in her business ever since she took refuge in the cranky small town of Rocky Mountain Springs. To be fair, the town isn’t cranky with everyone…just her. It seems the residents are all disgustingly loyal to their local pot guy. Get on his bad side, and you’re shunned. And considering she no longer has buckets of money to instantly attract friends, she’s having to ...

Molly Thorn used to be young and hip. Then she died. Now, she’s back from the second veil as a hot-flashing, brain-glitching, middle-aged woman. Worse yet, the shop she owns—Unraveling Yarn—is a cover for her new position as Assistant to the Grim Reaper of the Magicals. The guy’s a total grump. On her first undead night, Molly discovers a co-ed group of misfit Mythicals hiding in her attic: a vampire, an ogre, a dragon, and a fairy. The eclectic group of knitting enthusiasts fuss and discuss absolutely everything, but sex after forty is their favorite topic upon which to share their...

Logan Wolfe is the crush I thought I’d left behind. We shared a single kiss so greedy and hot that I ran off to college. I’ve finally returned home, and now he won’t let go. I'm ready for a new beginning at my dream job as a copywriter, where Logan Wolfe, my brother’s best friend, is my boss. Despite our working relationship, our texts take a steamy, taboo turn. Once we start, we can’t stop. When Logan sees something he wants, he takes it. He’s tall, handsome, grumpy, and, most importantly, off-limits. Giving into the texting temptation would mean breaking my big brother’s ...

Marrying Beckett Coleman is the best idea I've had in years. I can grant my sick dad’s wish to walk one of his daughters down the aisle, and Beckett has my help solving a custody situation with his daughter. Our plan is to spend a year together, then part ways. Easy, especially since I'm not his type, and he's not mine either. He’s too quiet and too serious. And while he’s distractingly gorgeous, he’s also my brother’s teammate. Beckett is fake husband material, not the real deal. I just have to remember that.

He's baseball's biggest heartbreaker. I'm a recovering romantic...and his new trainer. Parker Knight is a smooth-talking pitcher with a smile for days and a roster of broken hearts behind him. Those are only a few reasons why a guy like him is never getting near my heart. After making a move to prove I deserve a place within my dad's baseball empire, the last thing on my mind is a playboy pitcher. I didn't know who he was when we randomly met off the field, and Parker certainly had no idea I'm the team owner's daughter. He thought I was going to be his next conquest.

I didn't expect the hot stranger who helped me face my ex to end up being an NHL player and be interested in me. I really didn't expect his two teammates to also be interested in me. These men look at me like I'm everything they've ever dreamed of. Now I have all three men wanting my attention. And I want them all. Unfortunately, it might not be that simple. When it comes down to it, the hot nights, whispered words, and strong emotions might not be enough. I just hope that at the end of it all it will have been worth it.

The scowl should’ve been my first clue to stay far away from Anson Hunt. The sexy smirk and the fact that he’s my brother’s best friend? Reasons two and three. Not to mention, he’s the new contractor working on my house. He’s everything I’m not: grumpy, rude, and more than a little attached to his solitude. It doesn’t matter how many times I try to kill him with kindness; the man simply won’t crack. Until he sees me shatter. Because when my world comes crashing down around me, Anson is the one catching me as I fall.

Thirty-nine was a fantastic year. I was married to the man I loved. I had a body that worked without creaking. My grandma, who raised me, was still healthy, and life was pretty damned good. But as they say, all good things come to an end. One year later, I’m a widow. My joints are starting to ache. Gram is in the nursing home, and dead people think my home is some kind of supernatural bed-and-breakfast. Gluing body parts onto semi-transparent people has become a side job - deceased people I’m not even sure are actually there.