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Rex and Ruby have known each other for a really long time. They’ve always gotten along. That doesn’t mean that they’re ready to have a baby together. However, that’s exactly what’s about to happen.

A killer has come to Detroit, and he’s knocking off pink-haired women and leaving them in area parks. Is he looking for Luna Thorn? He just might be. As if time traveling and meddlesome reapers weren’t enough to deal with, Luna has a new problem… and it’s wearing a mask. Constant horror movie jokes aside, as each body drops, the pressure weighing down Luna continues to build. She can’t take another moment of uncertainty. So, that’s when her mother returns and firmly inserts herself into Luna’s life. Luna has been looking for answers for a long time.

Going into Briarwitch Academy, I wasn't a big fan of supernaturals. But I learned to appreciate something: Other than their magic and unreasonable attractiveness (seriously, it's not fair), they're not so different than humans. There are good ones and bad ones. Currently, I have a bad one locked away. I'm eager - maybe too eager - to pry some answers out of him. I need to know where my babies were taken. I need to know who's killing people on campus. I need to know who's involved in the shady plots surrounding Briarwitch like a fog.

I've loved Hendrix Cole all my life. I was seven when I met him. Thirteen when I first kissed him. Sixteen when I gave him my heart. And 18 when he gave me his ring. Hendrix swore to love me forever. Instead, he broke my heart. Scarred my soul. Destroyed my entire world. Six years later, he wants a second chance. Problem is, I don't trust him. Not to mention, I have a secret. One that will destroy us both.

Marnie is planning the Winchester family's annual solstice celebration - and it's a lot of work - but the real work comes when niece Bay sees a ghost and Aunt Tillie declares war on her meddlesome great-nieces. Marnie has to find a way to keep the solstice celebration on track - and no one is up to the task of helping. The curses are flying fast and furious, and Marnie is running out of time to help a forgetful ghost move on, find her missing magic supplies and prove she should've been the boss all along.

Nash Richards was my first everything. First boyfriend, first time, first love. First heartbreak, too. In a former life, I used to religiously attend Lakeside U's hockey games. Then my ex-who-shall-not-be-named—the team's top defensive enforcer—cross-checked my heart into the boards, and I haven't set foot in that arena since. But when fate conspires against me, I'm assigned to complete my senior athletic training internship with Nash's team, and forced to work closely with the only guy I've ever loved. You know, the one who skated out of my life without looking back.

Rivals since before birth, there has never been a time when my family hasn't hated the Lockwoods and their daughter Harlow. But she made it personal, no longer just a rivalry between our parents. Now she's here, at Bayshore University, without her family's protection. There's nothing to stop us from getting our revenge on her, no one to tell us enough is enough. And so my brothers and I have devised a plan. We'll break her, have her falling at her knees for us in no time, and then we'll send her back to her family with a warning: Cross the Bishops again and you'll pay.

I'm a walking contradiction. School principal who liberally drops the F bomb. Fiercely independent yet willing to auction myself off for charity. Serial monogamist who's down for a no-strings one-night stand. Except now I've gone from one-working ovary to coparent in the time it took a stick to turn blue. F. Bomb. Ian Donovan may be a richer-than-hell venture capitalist, but he's no Prince Charming ready to sweep me off my feet. Good thing I don't need him. I've been doing fine on my own for forty years, and I'm not about to start changing that now.

One red eye flight and 10 years of marriage later, Carly Bishop had what she considered a practically perfect life. Her journalist husband and her two adorable children were everything to her. But soon she would find out that her dream life didn't fall in line with her husband's expectations. Left alone to sort out the pieces of her crumbling life, Carly finds strength in her children and her growing relationship with her in-laws.

I had two choices. Go to prison or marry an alien. I chose the alien. I should have picked prison.

Laura's on the verge of living the life she's always wanted. At the age of twenty-seven, she put her career plans on hold, married handsome widower Peter Foster, settled down in his Silicon Valley home, and helped raise his two children. Twelve years later, its her turn to shine. Her career is thriving, the kids are out of the house, Peter's company is on the verge of an FDA approval that could garner a windfall in stock gains for them, and she's training for the Kona Ironman.

He holds out his business card, and she plucks it from his fingers without touching them. “Hope to see you around, Allie Dawson,” he says. That was over a month ago. It seemed too good to be true, but Allie told herself to ignore the nagging feeling in her gut. That was her first mistake. She saw Laura Foster’s email welcoming her into a cohort of grant recipients, Allie literally jumped for joy. She was headed to Silicon Valley with a chance to bring her innovative product to market.

My name is Emma. That was the name I was given on the first day I remember. The forty years before that remain secret. My only clue to life before the Pages & Potions bookshop is the scar from a botched C-section. It is probably better that my past remains a mystery. Still, I crave answers. Who hurt me? Are people searching for me? What happened to the baby I was carrying? And why can I see the ghost of the customer who died last week?

Hawthorne Hollow is going to the birds. Literally. These birds have an agenda, though, and it’s not good. Scout Randall wants to take advantage of the fact that her current nemesis is trapped on another plane. Regrouping and resting—and strategizing—is the name of the game. A new enemy has other ideas, however.

Scout Randall is settling in with the Northern Lower Michigan branch of Spell’s Angels. She’s feeling bold, brash, and just a little bit flirty, thanks to her burgeoning relationship with Gunner Stratton, a shifter whose father happens to serve as the chief of police in Hawthorne Hollow. Things are going well...until they’re not.

When I first moved from Manhattan to this small town six years ago, I worried about many things. I worried about finding a job. I worried that I’d be bored. I worried that my relationship with charming photographer Ryan Breslow was moving too fast. But I never worried about whether the ground beneath my feet would crumble—both literally and figuratively. My marriage didn’t go as I’d imagined. A year ago, Ryan met his untimely death in a car accident that’s still under investigation.

When Chelsea Wayne drags Santa into a supply closet for a little office-party nookie, she assumes the man in the suit is her on-again/off-again coworker boyfriend. Instead, it's Rafe St. Sebastian, a man known for his hard-driving ways in business as well as the bedroom - and, kill her now, the brand spanking new owner of Las Ventanas - who grants her naughtiest Christmas wishes. So much for her reputation, not to mention her career.

The war might be over, but their battle has just begun. After losing her husband and only child to the ravages of the Civil War, 25-year-old Portia McAllister is drowning in grief. When she sees an ad for a live-in tutor in another town, she leaves everything behind in hopes of making a fresh start. But as a Confederate widow in a Union household, she is met with resentment from her new charge and her employer, war veteran Beau Stanford.

I am Zuvok the Terror. Feared soldier of the Trident Alliance. And I will not do housework! I relish the fury of combat. I love the adrenaline as I kill my enemies. Blood drips from my hands. Until I go too far. So my commanders send me a foe that I never expected: my bride. A comely, curvy, human woman. A princess. She must be insane. She has to be if she agreed to be my mail-order bride. But I don't want a bride. Zuvok the Terror will not be tamed.

The hunky cowboy roars into my life and turns things upside down but I won't go down without a fight. Is he smoking hot? Heck yes. Does the arrogant jerk make my blood boil? You know it. Did he step into my floral shop and steal my heart? I'm trying to ignore that little tidbit. So why am I making him work for it? Because I refuse to roll over and let the big jerk have his way without a little fight. He's going to have to put in the effort to win me. If the hot, wealthy biker is going to catch me, he's going to have to learn a few lessons along the way.