by M.V. Stott
All Rita wants is to abandon dreary Blackpool and start over somewhere new. But when she triggers a magical hex that renders her invisible and traps her in her hometown, escape seems impossible.
Rita soon finds that Blackpool has some hidden secrets: magical artifacts, fashioned in Heaven, a fallen Angel, buried beneath the sea in a glass prison, and living nightmares in fine suits and animal masks that can turn your mind to soup.
Thrust into a world she doesn’t understand, Rita finds herself trying to solve a case that by any sane measure is unsolvable.
Worse still, the only person she can turn to for help is a self-confessed liar, cheat, and—according to him—the future king of Great Britain.
by Patricia Briggs
They are the wild and the broken. The werewolves too damaged to live safely among their own kind. For their own good, they have been exiled to the outskirts of Aspen Creek, Montana. Close enough to the Marrok’s pack to have its support; far enough away to not cause any harm.
With their Alpha out of the country, Charles and Anna are on call when an SOS comes in from the fae mate of one such wildling. Heading into the mountainous wilderness, they interrupt the abduction of the wolf–but can’t stop blood from being shed. Now Charles and Anna must use their skills–his as enforcer, hers as peacemaker–to track down the attackers, reopening a painful chapter in the past that springs from the darkest magic of the witchborn…
by Shayne Silvers
After recent events, Nate took some much-deserved time off for a little rest and relaxation. But when he finally returns home to attend what should have been a celebration of love, he finds insidious fear infecting the streets of St. Louis.
Paranoia. Chaos. Anarchy. It seems every supernatural family in town is sick and tired of Nate and wants to put him in his place. The worst part… all his friends seem to agree.
With everyone else fighting to prevent war between the families, Nate takes two of his scariest friends on a walk down that famous path paved with good intentions – to those eternal pits of despair – so he can finally demand some real answers from his parents.
He definitely never thought his actions could make Hell any worse than it already was…
by M.D. Massey
When I came back from Underhill, I was certain that my dealings with the fae were done. Sure, I knew they’d be after me—I mean, I had cut off their unlimited supply of magic, after all.
I just didn’t think I’d have to help them anymore.
But when fae started dropping like flies and the Red Cap Syndicate came begging for my help, I felt kind of obliged to lend a hand. Thing is, nobody would have attacked the fae in such a brazen manner before I betrayed their queen.
So, I guess it’s my fault all the fae are being assassinated. Oops.
Do I feel bad about the killings? Nah. The fae have been preying on humans for millennia, and I think it’s about time someone turned the tables on them.
That being said, it’s still wrong—so it is my duty to put a stop to it.
The only problem is, I’m not the same druid who went to Underhill and lived. My Hyde-side is getting out of control again, and if I get in a tight spot I can’t take the risk of letting him out to save my skin.
So, I’ll have to solve this case and deal with the killers the old-fashioned way… with magic and guile, all while handing out a little Druid Justice.
by Alex Rivers
There’s an underground magical vault, protected by sorcery, security cameras, guards and whatnot. Think of the most impenetrable place in the world. Now triple it.
Here comes the bad news. It belongs to a dragon, and I was hired to break into it and steal his hoard. Suicidal? Insane? Maybe, but… actually, there’s no but. It’s suicidal and insane. Still, fortune favors the bold. Let’s hope fortune has a good disposition toward the crazy as well.
I might be an alchemist extraordinaire, and the best burglar on the East Coast, but this is not a solo job. I’ll need a team for this one. Accompanied by a powerful sorcerer, a fortune teller, a scam artist, and a hacker, I embark on the heist of the century. If we succeed, we’ll be legends. If not—crispy dragon snacks.
by Kel Carpenter
We’ve all heard the story of the Four Horsemen. Harbingers of the apocalypse. Destruction given form. Four of the sexiest—wait no—forget that. You get my point.
So imagine my surprise when I find out everything I’ve ever been told, is a lie.
But we’re getting ahead of ourselves here. Let’s start from the beginning.
My name is Ruby Morningstar. I run a tattoo parlor in Portland with my bestfriend, have a pet raccoon, a crazy ex that stalks me, not to mention this one little thing… I’m a demon. Half-succubus, to be exact. For the last twenty-three years of my life, that’s the story I believed, but on the day a handsome stranger bails me out of jail my world is turned upside down, and suddenly I don’t know who I am anymore.
Because the Four Horsemen aren’t the bringers of the apocalypse.
Talk about never catching a break.