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Everyone comes from someplace. Everyone has somewhere they feel safe. Some people have found their home and are content where they are. Others feel trapped and yearn to go somewhere else. Many are somewhere else and yearn to go back. But even in these safest of places, sometimes…crime hits home. What happens then?

Yancy Lazarus is having a bad day: there's a bullet lodged in his butt cheek, his face looks like the site of a demolition derby, and he's been saran-wrapped to a banquet table. He never should have answered the phone. Stupid bleeding heart - helping others in his circles is a good way to die - just ask the gang members ripped to pieces by some kind of demonic nightmare in LA.

The year is 1969. Yancy Lazarus - bluesman, gambler, future world-class mage and fix-it man - is just a dumb, unlucky kid serving with the 3rd Battalion 3rd Marines in Vietnam. With just a few weeks left to go until Yancy gets shipped back to the States, he’s just trying to keep his head down and avoid a body bag - no mean feat in Nam. But when his squad is tasked with conducting a routine patrol deep in enemy territory, everything goes to nine kinds of hell, and he quickly sees his chances at survival slipping away.

Jade and Cam Lasky are by all accounts a happily married couple with two adorable kids, a spacious home, and a rapidly growing restaurant business. But their world is tipped upside down when Jade is confronted by a masked home invader. As Cam scrambles to gather the ransom money, Jade starts to wonder if they’re as financially secure as their lifestyle suggests, and what other secrets her husband is keeping from her.

Returning home after a long sojourn abroad, Blu contemplates whether the time has finally come for her to put down some roots. Bryan, meanwhile, has been firmly rooted in one place and in one life for what now seems like far too long.

In City of Margins, the lives of several lost souls intersect in Southern Brooklyn in the early 1990s. There’s Donnie Parascandolo, a disgraced ex-cop with blood on his hands; Ava Bifulco, a widow whose daily work grind is her whole life; Nick, Ava’s son, a grubby high school teacher who dreams of a shortcut to success; Mikey Baldini, a college dropout who’s returned to the old neighborhood, purposeless and drifting; Donna Rotante, Donnie’s ex-wife, still reeling from the suicide of their teenage son.

Yancy Lazarus just wants to be left alone. He wants to play his blues music, smoke a few cigarettes, and otherwise leave the supernatural world to fend for itself. He especially wants to be left alone by the Guild of the Staff - the mage ruling body where he used to work as a fix-it man. But when a little kid gets nabbed by an ancient fae creature from the nether regions of Winter, and the Guild refuses to set things right, he just can't seem to heed good sense and leave things be.

In the 1970s, a mysterious man captivated and terrorized a small Alabama town. He was elegant and handsome, a charismatic pastor and leader in the African American community. But rumors swirled. "Preaching on Sunday," people would say, "killing on Monday." Far away in New York City, one of America’s most beloved writers was about to get caught up in the strange and violent tale of Reverend Willie J. Maxwell. Harper Lee, author of the modern-day classic To Kill a Mockingbird, was searching for her next book when the perfect story came her way.

Bigfoot is real. Yancy Lazarus - mage, bluesman, and rambler - knows because there happens to be a nine-foot-tall, walking myth standing in the road, flagging him down. Yancy just can't escape his reputation as a supernatural fix-it man even when cruising through the forgotten backwoods of Montana. Turns out Bigfoot has a serious problem on his hands: one of his own has gone rogue, developing a taste for the flesh of humans and Sasquatch alike.

Set against the sweeping panorama of Arizona circa 1880, this work has many of the surface trappings of a standard western. However, from the first shocking realization that the line between good and evil is being overstepped, the author then begins to dismantle the American cowboy myth.

Ellie Johnson Lundquist survived the massacre that killed her parents and decimated the town of Morey’s Falls, Montana. Now, with the anniversary of that day putting everyone on edge, someone has walked into town, throwing everything off-balance. Fifteen years ago Tanner’s father took an arsenal to the town square. A lone wolf, Tanner has spent his life on the road, trying to escape that memory, but now he’s come back, ready to face his father’s past and his own.

Wyatt Rivers has always had a big heart when it comes to his pack, but love is a little more complicated for a werewolf. Now that his new Alpha has found his one true mate, he’s pushing the rest of the pack to do the same. Wyatt has touched plenty of women skin to skin over the years, and his wolf has remained silent. He didn’t expect that to change the night he visited the Grand club in Boston and hooked up with a leggy redhead.

The women of The Homegrown Café Book Club are over 40, single, and loving it. Fate, however, has a different plan with a younger man for every last one of them.

Yancy Lazarus - mage, bluesman, and Hand of Fate - is back from Hell, and the world of the living ain't what it used to be. The Guild of the Staff is broken, his friends are being hunted down, and the pact between the supernatural nations is on the brink of collapse. Someone needs to shoot some sense into people, and if there's one thing Yancy knows about a job well done, it's that you have to do it yourself.

Yancy Lazarus - mage, bluesman, and demon-souled - is having the worst hangover of his life. He just woke up in a dingy hotel in literal Hell with one eye missing, an arm covered in swirling golden tattoos, and no recollection of the past six months. All he wants is to figure out how he ended up in the Great Below and whether there’s a way home. But getting out of Hell is no easy feat. Yancy is the most wanted man in the infernal city of Pandæmonium, and he’s being hunted by demonic cutthroats for a series of high-profile murders he can’t remember committing.

He took everything from me. My memories, my sanity - my freedom. I don’t know who I am or why I'm here. All I know is that I'm his captive, his toy, his clueless slave. Pain meets pleasure with fiery kisses as he molds me into the person he says I’m supposed to be. But who is that person? And who was I before him? I hate him for this. I fear him like no one else. And I'm drawn to him like a moth to the flame. Every stroke of his hand brings me closer to the truth.

He’s not the only person I should be afraid of. Someone wants me to enjoy this twisted ordeal. I’m supposed to have faith in him. To feel safe. To grow. To blossom. But how can I trust this voice from the past? How can I trust him when he denies answers to all of my questions? Why does he hurt me like this? And why does it feel so unbelievably good when he does? I’m addicted to his touch, and scared of the sinister mystery between us.

New author Everet Martins introduces listeners to the fantastical world of Zoria, a land of volcanos and carnivorous plants. Ten thousand years have passed since Asebor was sealed during the first age of dawn. The power binding this malevolent god has finally waned, allowing him to once again beat the drums of war. Men worship the phoenix and dragon gods. Some are fortunate enough to touch their essences, transforming ordinary women into fearsome warriors and men into miraculous healers.

Legions of murderous undead, Haitian voodoo, and a 5,000-year-old serpent god. Yeah, 'cause that's exactly what Yancy Lazarus needs in his life: more complications. As if being the Hand of Fate and the newly appointed guardian over one of the Horsemen of the Apocalypse wasn't headache enough. All Yancy wants is an easy life on the open road - chock-full of ribs, beer, cigarettes, and smoky bars blaring with gritty blues music - but that just isn't in the cards. Nope, not anymore.

It’s not that I stood out that much. Raised by a Marine father and a kick ass Marine wife, our life has always had a sense of order to it. I like that. Plans don’t fail. You fail to plan. Only, I didn’t plan for MJ.