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I’m half-witch, half-faery, and facing dangers as real as the ache in my bad knee. Ibuprofen and caffeine keep me going, and I could do this for the rest of my life. Whoever thinks my family home is an easy mark better take notice: The new Guardian in town isn’t going down without a fight. After all, she’s already learned to let go of her simple existence and believe in the extraordinary power inside of her. What could possibly stop her now?

When Dani convinces her five sisters to sink everything they have into purchasing a dilapidated old plantation, it seems like a great idea at the time. They need a site to expand their business, and none of them are strangers to the occasional escapade. Little do they know buying Willowberry Plantation House will be the biggest adventure of their lives. As New Orleans natives, the sisters aren't at all surprised to find a ghost haunting their new house. What they don't see coming is their discovery that the land was cursed by a wrathful witch centuries earlier.

Someone's been stealing pixie dust from the forest on my property, but I don't have time to figure out who they are or what they're up to. Instead, I've got to track down the missing ashes of a witch who could manipulate the mind. All leads point us to a mundie business where Stella and I find a coven of shady ladies practicing some very dark magic. We weren't looking for a fight, but as usual, we found one. Thank goodness Stella always has my back, and we make it out mostly unscathed.

The cost of my transformation is greater than I could have imagined. A cataclysmic upheaval shakes the foundation of my entire family, threatening to tear us apart. The toll nearly claims my beloved husband's life, pushing the boundaries of our endurance to their very limits. Unfortunately, I cannot escape this ethereal web of fate. Thrust into a role I never asked for, I have no choice but to evolve until I become a guardian of relics. I will carry the weight of ancient powers and hidden truths like a sentinel in a world teetering on the precipice of chaos, or I will perish while trying.

As dark Fae make their way through the portal and my best friend’s children are kidnapped, it’s time for me to learn how to cast a location spell. Problem is, before I can start, I’m pulled through the portal and left stranded in the Fae realm. I have no choice but to pull up my granny panties and figure this out. Everyone I love needs me. Now I'm desperate for help. Lost in the Fae realm, I’m forced to seek it in a place where my enemies rule with an iron fist. Turns out, learning my magic is the least of my problems.

When my husband of 25 years leaves me to expedite his political agenda, and his new girlfriend ensures I have no place within the shadow council, I am starting over with a new business and no financial security.

There's no magic in any realm that can fix this mess. I've just got to dig in and get to work. One day I'm fighting beside my best friends in the Fae realm, and the next, I can't light a candle without burning down my house. I always thought witches weren't supposed to have hot flashes unless we were cursed. But then the day came when I discovered that I'm cursed. How? Well, the pandering ex and the nearly-empty nest would be bad enough on their own. But did I mention the demonic assassin who's set his sights on me too? I told you, I'm cursed.

Popcorn strands, holly berries, and twinkly lights. Add a little magic and the holiday season will be perfect, right? 'Tis the season and I'm setting the stage. But even with all the trimmings, I know better than to think everything will run smoothly. I've promised an invitation to Fate and it's never a good idea to keep such a powerful being waiting, but my festive frenzy keeps getting interrupted. Removing curses and humoring carolers are the last things I should be doing when I've also just learned that I have to make room at the Yule Dinner table.

It's one thing to battle blazes as a firefighter in the breathtaking Blue Ridge Mountains, but it's entirely another when the fire itself has a taste for magic and mayhem... The day started with what I'd call an average "Save the Trees" episode—except these trees come with their own dark, twisty secrets etched into their bark. So here I am, Nylah, part-time relic hunter, full-time sarcasm wielder, knee-deep in ashes trying to figure out why magical runes are decorating my wildfire.

Breslin Tarakesh isn’t your typical vampire princess. She loves designer clothes and bling but is at home in her fighting leathers with her sais in hand. Court politics are not her thing, and she eschews everything to do with the simpering suck-ups who want to use her family to gain favor. She’s meant for more than elaborate crowns and parties. She wasn’t given the power to wield fire simply to light candles. She prefers frying demons instead.

I’m ditching my Spanx, owning my laugh lines, and ready for anything. I’ve been asked to find a missing ghost and her enchanted sewing machine. Myrna is still out there causing problems and killing witches. And a member of my new coven is missing. Of course, I’m expected to fix it all. I’m a middle-aged mom and multitasker extraordinaire, so this should be easy. I want to throat punch whoever made that saying up. There is nothing simple about tackling ten problems at once, even if they’re mundane ones.

Well here we go again, folks. Another day, another supernatural crisis to avert. As a middle-aged witch with a knack for trouble, you know I'm not catching any breaks in this enchanted world. Lucky for me I've got my partner in magical crime by my side, and we're ready to tackle whatever the universe throws our way... When the local sheriff, who just happens to be my best friend Stella's husband, stumbles into my humble abode begging for our expertise, we know we're in for a wild ride. A poor old lady just vanished into thin air with a bunch of mundies for witnesses.

After a harrowing visit to the Underworld, I finally shifted into my Phoenix. Flying doesn't stop Fate from insisting that I fight for my life, though. Catching the local murderer red-handed should have put a stop to the constant danger I'm in. But now I have to escort this Tainted scum to the Underworld for a dip in the River Lethe, and it seems Fate isn't done messing with me yet. The more I get to know her, the more she seems like another overworked, overlooked woman in desperate need of some girlfriends.

I've mastered my magic, faced down demons, and killed an evil Fae king. There isn't much I can't do. Except tell my kids I'm a powerful witch-Fae hybrid. My kids return home to Pymm's Pondside for the holidays. Before I can tell them about my magic, a pixie, and a mermaid blow my cover. Their shock is expected, but not their anger. Turns out my oldest nearly burned down their house and was convinced something was wrong with her. I could have helped her if I hadn't insisted on hiding my magic from them.

Rumor has it that midlife is for drinking wine, traveling, and discovering the joy of life. But there's no rest for the wicked. Or for a Fae-witch hybrid like myself. Danger follows me everywhere - even to the grocery store - as the evil entity continues to stalk supernaturals in Cottlehill Wilds. But I barely have time to worry about that now that the Fae Queen is dead. My bad. No, seriously. I let my power loose and it took over.

Demons are overrunning my hometown of Camden, but they're messing with the wrong peri-menopausal witch. After 20 years with my ex, delivering supernatural smack-downs is my pleasure. But my to-do list is growing and I've more to tackle than just these demons. A ghoul needs my help, and I still have Objects of Power to locate. Ghostly invaders have taken over the private dimension my familiar needs to gather with her kind, and I promised my best friend she'd have a familiar of her own so I need to find a way to evict these wayward phantasms and keep my word.

Solving one crisis after another with my coven left me battered me to a pulp at times, but it prepared me for my most difficult journey yet: returning to Eidothea to save my child's life. Apparently, most beings can't successfully carry a dragon's baby unless they undergo trials and tribulations to reach the lava tunnels in a forbidden mountain in the Fae realm. I know I will make it because I have a much bigger issue to deal with. Argies and I have barely made it past his discovery of my pregnancy, and now his brother thinks he can force me to stay in his realm.

I'm a fae, not a witch, and yet every witchy problem in Cottelhill Wilds still finds me. My best friends and I are just magnets for trouble. Troublesome vampires, rogue demons, evil fae royalty, and tainted witches are just a few of the curiosities we've attracted. And our injuries? Just a few concussions, stab wounds, and brushes with poison. It has taken quite an adjustment, but we're finally settling into our roles as the local team of superheroines, and I love it.

When I get a call about the mysterious deaths of two paranormals, I'm pulled back to the last place I ever want to be: the city I fled after my nasty divorce. The magical world depends on me to solve its problems, and this one time, I truly resent it.

When Fiona, Violet, and Aislinn are sent on a globetrotting adventure to track down the elusive Garden of Eden, it quickly becomes clear that no one has done more than the Backside of Forty Coven to redefine midlife magic and style. Chaos threatens to erupt if the coven can't find the sacred garden and its forbidden fruit, but these wise witches are up to the task of locating the legendary produce. Armed with spells, sarcasm, and a few extra pounds, the trio embarks on a quest that spans continents, facing off against rivals and guardians.