Special Agent in Charge Seraphine Thomas lives for her job at the FBI. One of the youngest female agents with her own team, she thrives in undercover work to make the city she loves safer. But Sera's on-track life is thrown into chaos when she's attacked during a bust gone bad and is left figuring out what it means to be a werewolf. Right away, she learns that she’s more powerful and able to do things that she shouldn’t be able to do so quickly after her transition. The rules of her old life don’t seem to apply to much now that she’s a shifter, and knowing who she can trust is even ...

Arabella Baker, her daughters, and the Karma Bakery rocked Christmas. Now she can put more into place instead of constantly running to make all the orders for the holidays. Until Valentine’s Day at least. All bets are off then. She’s also excited to work on her personal relationships. She feels like she’s surrounded herself with friends rather than people who worship her or even just employees. People who really value her, and then there’s the men who want to be with her. Even with a hiccup, she feels like she can handle progressing her relationships. It’s a good place to be. So ...

After surviving Halloween, Arabella Baker is determined to do things better while achieving what she planned with her daughters in moving to Boston. The fates seem to help her a bit, and the stars align along with putting together some helpful suggestions, and she manages a way to expand. However, nothing is ever easy, even for a goddess, and she hasn’t heard the end of the underhanded offers for her recipes. With how popular the bakery is in its first month and the attention they’re getting, the stakes are higher than she expected. It also means more shops opening in the park, and that...

It was a rough beginning for Karma Bakery with the out-of-control sample days and interviews that went way past fluff pieces. But Arabella Baker and her two daughters, Kary and Mary, have the needed security in place and have hired the right people to fit into the new family they’re building. They even made some outside friends of the paranormal variety, and that’s not something they’re used to. Now that the store is ready and people are interested, the Karma Bakery is ready for opening day… Mostly. There’s more chaos than they could ever have predicted, and since they’re on the...

After the ghoul attack and overwhelming trouble, Soraya Devil needs a break. She’s trying to save everyone from the darkness swirling around her when she goes into hermit mode. But she’s the Enchantress and the world needs her, so she can’t take the time she needs. Worried for her coven after the beating they took as well, she resurfaces to handle a situation with some Russian hawks, piles of everything from the companies, ending her ties with the ancient nest, and taking a shot back at the enchanter elders… And that was just in one night. Is it really any wonder that she’s tired ...

My name is Tamsin Vale… And I’m no longer the last fairy. I found someone else finally and brought them out of the darkness. A huge part of me wishes I hadn’t. The answers he had weren’t ones I wanted. I can’t trust him, and I don’t think he’s going to be any real help with the serious trouble we’re in. Plus, he’s poking the men in my life and they aren’t handling it well. Everything is shaky right now. I’m on the outs with Mel and everyone has an opinion on that. We win one battle and more evil pops up. I make up with one man in my heart and another hurts me. All I ...

My name is Tamsin Vale and I’m the only living heir to all of Faerie. It’s still hard to accept that, but given how often people call me “Princess” or “Your Highness” like it’s my actual name, I can’t deny it. I simply hate that I am. Yeah, it’s going that well. The councils’ win might have seemed small, but the ripples from that decision are drowning me at every turn. I can’t endure the bullying and abuse much longer, and I can’t fight back given the situation my people are in. I’m not sure I care anymore after finding out fairies being awesome was a lie. Most ...

My name is Tamsin Vale… And I’m no longer no one. I’m not simply an abandoned orphan without any answers. Granted, most of the answers led me to ask more questions, but I have at least some now. Fairies aren’t what I was promised they would be and I’m certainly not what they want, but I’m the only one who can save them from their magical prisons. They’re the best help I have to fix so many wrongs in the world and keep the ones I love safe, given all the threats against me. And if that wasn’t enough to crack my sanity, I’m still on rocky ground with the men in my life. Why ...

My name is Tamsin Vale and I’m the only living heir to all of Faerie. I want to do what’s right and use that position to help my people, but too many treat me as if I belong to them and that world. And I cannot live my life that way. Nor can I keep pretending all my relationships are okay. Three are great, but it’s time to let one go and stop forcing myself to accept so much. The warlock and vampire elders are gone, arrested, for their crimes. People are upset how we’re handling so much or getting involved in “their” world. Funny, because all I heard when we were in hiding is ...

My name is Tamsin Vale and… Things are getting better. They’re not all better. That’s not possible in the weeks since I made the deal with all fairies. A little better. I have hope we might not completely self-destruct, so that’s better than where we were over the summer at least. And I think fairies are starting to see me as a person more. What I was willing to do for them gave them a smack upside the head and brought them out of their own fears. Somewhat. It’s definitely going to be a long road to make progress, but that’s expected. I want it all done yesterday and everything ...

My name is Tamsin Vale and I’m finally putting myself first. If people won’t listen to me, are so determined to force me to be what they want, then I’m done working with them. I am a person, not something the people of Faerie own or all other supes can use and abuse. So I pulled the emergency brake and it’s time for a reset. I came into this world after my power went crazy and I unintentionally hurt people. This was only supposed to be six years I signed on for, and I was promised they’d teach me control so it never happened again. That promise wasn’t kept. Again… And it’s ...

My name is Tamsin Vale… And I don’t know who I am anymore. I only have the labels and titles. There are only the masks I wear to make it through the day and try to survive the pressure. And it’s killing me. Nothing is changing for the better, at least not for me. I’m doing so much to change the lives of millions, but there’s no improvement for me. So many people hate me, want to see me fail or dead that it’s all I see. I can’t get a grip living like this anymore, and no one’s hearing me that I’m serious. I couldn’t work things out with one mate, and now one is doing ...

My name is Inez Garner, and I’m a vampire princess, a fiancée to two wonderful men, girlfriend to two others, survivor of the apocalypse, awesome with a rifle… And in way over my head. Aether’s quest is FINALLY done. After five long, grueling years, I’ve collected and hidden everything She wanted me to. We made it to where my coven is supposed to be and handled the heartache that went with it. But what comes next? I think I know, but what if I’m wrong? It’s all on me. I’m still recovering from my power frying me out, and if I make the wrong move, thousands of people who I ...

My name is Inez Garner, and I’m a vampire princess, wife to two vampire nobles, fiancée to two more, and girlfriend to another. I’m the leader of a new coven that is made up of mostly shifter clans and thriving better than established covens and they love that. But we’re still in a precarious position as our main location for the coven only has the castle. And what a castle it is, built by my husband who abandoned me. I’m not bitter. I’ve come a long way from barely surviving, and I think we’ve reached the point where we have survived the apocalypse and crossed into the post-...

My name is Inez Garner. I’m a vampire princess, the champion of our Goddess, Aether, and in charge of saving as many from the apocalypse as possible. Oh, and trying to get the world back to what it used to be as much as possible… When I have no memories of it. What could possibly go wrong with that? Especially when the apocalypse did not bring out the best in people and it seemed mostly snakes and monsters survived. The best part? Erebus’s champion has made her first move and come at us. It was lame, but she won’t stay that way for long, so that should worry anyone smart. And I’m ...

Meet Randi Burnett—she’s brilliant, she’s beautiful, and she works for the bride. Missing groom? Intoxicated in-laws? Crying ring-bearer? You name it, she wrangles it. Too bad her personal life isn’t thriving like her side gig as a bridesmaid for hire. Recently dumped, Randi throws herself into her biggest challenge yet when she’s hired as a maid of honor and pretend best friend for an ice queen bride. There’s just one problem—the best man is infuriating, overprotective, and anti-marriage.

Lowen Ashleigh is a struggling writer on the brink of financial ruin when she accepts the job offer of a lifetime. Jeremy Crawford, husband of best-selling author Verity Crawford, has hired Lowen to complete the remaining books in a successful series his injured wife is unable to finish. Lowen arrives at the Crawford home, ready to sort through years of Verity's notes and outlines, hoping to find enough material to get her started. What Lowen doesn't expect to uncover in the chaotic office is an unfinished autobiography Verity never intended for anyone to read.

Ryder, Garrett, Kenzo, and Diesel - The Vipers. Their deals are as sordid as their business, and their reputation is enough to bring a grown man to his knees, forcing him to beg for mercy. They are not people you mess with, yet my dad did. The old man ran up a debt with them and then sold me to cover his losses. Yes, sold me. They own me now. I’m theirs in every sense of the word. But I’ve never been meek and compliant.

Beckett: If you’re reading this, well, you know the last-letter drill. You made it. I didn’t. Get off the guilt train, because I know if there was any chance you could have saved me, you would have. I need one thing from you: get out of the army and get to Telluride. My little sister Ella’s raising the twins alone. She’s too independent and won’t accept help easily, but she has lost our grandmother, our parents, and now me. It’s too much for anyone to endure. And here’s the kicker: there’s something else you don’t know that’s tearing her family apart.

I'm addicted to my stalker. He watches me at night, sneaking in through my living room window and making my blood turn to ice. I feel him all around me as chills snake down my spine. Each night he becomes bolder, getting closer and welcoming himself into my bedroom, feeding his addiction.