Jessica Sprigg expected to inherit a bookshop, not magical powers, mysterious new relatives, and a talking cat with an opinion on absolutely everything.
But after her great-aunt’s death, Jessica moves to Lavender Lake and discovers that magic is real, she’s a book witch, and her inherited familiar, Astrix, is equal parts helpful, hilarious, and infuriating. With an enchanted shop to run, newfound cousins to meet, and an entire magical town to explore, Jessica is ready to begin a strange new chapter.
Then she wakes up to find herself splashed across the front page of The Grapevine, Lavender Lake’s notorious gossip magazine, alongside a collection of scandalous and categorically untrue rumors.
Jessica makes the grave mistake of confronting its owner in front of half the town. When she visits him the following morning to apologize, her words fall on very dead ears.
Now Jessica is the prime suspect in his murder. Half of Lavender Lake wanted the victim silenced, however, and untangling their secrets proves almost as difficult as controlling her newly awakened magic. To make matters worse, the grumpy and irritatingly handsome sheriff can’t decide whether to enlist Jessica’s help or lock her up.
Handcuffs. And not in the good way.
With Astrix providing more sarcasm than assistance and a killer determined to keep the truth buried, Jessica must clear her name before she becomes the next front-page tragedy. But someone in Lavender Lake isn’t who they appear to be, and murder may be the least dangerous secret hiding in town.
Titles in the Wicked Witches of Lavender Lake series include: (Prequel) Sprites and Scoundrels ~ Potions and Commotions ~ Costumes and Curses ~
Lexi Darling has always been a city girl through and through. New York is loud, crowded, and just chaotic enough to keep her mind off everything she’d rather not think about—especially the eerily realistic nightmares that have plagued her all her life. So when she and her twin brother, Logan, are summoned to the postcard-perfect town of Midas, Iowa, one golden October to handle an inheritance from the grandmother they never knew, Lexi figures it’ll be a quick detour: sign a few papers, snap a fall foliage selfie, and catch the next flight home.
But Midas has other plans.
The town has been waiting for the Darling twins, and it’s not about to let them leave. Their arrival stirs a centuries-old curse, promising that something dark and hungry will rise again by Halloween night. And the key to stopping it might just lie in their family’s mysterious past. Now, trapped in Midas with the shadows closing in, Lexi has to team up with a group of stubborn locals to save the town…including Jack, the grumpy-but-unfairly attractive diner owner who drives her crazy in all the wrong ways.
As the nights grow longer and an uncanny evil creeps closer, Lexi must uncover the truth behind the curse before Midas—and everyone in it—is consumed. Because in Midas, some secrets refuse to stay buried—and some nightmares never end.
Poppy McMaster was supposed to be getting married, not climbing out of a bathroom window in her wedding dress…
She’s leaving her life behind and fleeing to the only place she’s ever truly felt like herself: the small town she grew up in, where Halloween lasts all year.
But home isn’t waiting for Poppy the way she imagined. Her grandparents’ beloved inn is now owned by Thom Sheffield, who just happens to be:
Her childhood hero
Her ex-fiancé’s brooding older brother
The last man on earth she should be fantasizing about…
Because in a town full of pumpkins, cozy traditions, and Halloween magic, falling in love might be the scariest thing of all…
Titles in the Halloween Town series include: Summerween ~ Halloween Town ~ Hot Ghoul Summer ~ Talk Turkey to Me ~
This story may contain language, violence, and/or sexual situations intended for an adult 18+ audience.
She blew up her old life on a Thursday. By Friday, she was his.
Lia Reyes found out her boyfriend was cheating on a Thursday morning. By Thursday afternoon she’d quit her job, sublet her apartment, and texted him a photo of his things in a garbage bag on the sidewalk. By Friday she’s in Harlow—because her college friend lives here, because her car stopped here, because sometimes you just pick a direction and go.
The bar on Main Street has a help wanted sign in the window. The man behind the bar is Wes Maddox—six-foot-four, shoulders like a barn door, brown bear shifter—and the second Lia walks in and asks about the job, something in him goes completely still.
He hires her in thirty seconds. He spends the rest of the day trying to remember how to form a sentence.
Wes has owned The Maddox for twelve years. He is not a man who gets flustered. He is extremely flustered. Lia is funny and sharp and still running a little hot from the wreckage of her old life, and she is his mate, and every time she laughs at something behind the bar he has to grip the counter to stay on his side of it.
When she says offhand that she’s done wasting time—that she wants kids, wants someone who actually shows up, wants a life that feels like something—he goes so still that she asks if he’s okay.
He is not okay. He is perfect. He just needs a minute.
Titles in the Steamy Shifters series include: Wedding and a Wolf ~ The Bear’s Baker ~ The Alpha’s Curvy Mate ~ The Lion’s Mate ~ Stalked by the Panther ~ The Jaguar’s Claim ~ Stuck with the Bear ~ The Bear’s Bartender ~ The Bear’s Blueprint ~ The Wolf’s Trespasser ~
This story may include language, potential violence, and/or sexual content intended for an adult audience 18+.
Logic meets prophecy. A witch meets a werewolf. Is it a match made in hell or heaven?
Cat Griffin finds things. Heirlooms, earrings, people. She loves helping her mountain town and her coven, if only crystal balls weren’t so expensive. But when an ambiguous vision sends her into a storm, she’s not prepared for what she finds.
Mateo Amato has a company and a pack to run from his building in downtown New York. He doesn’t have time for a winter detour to the middle of nowhere. Especially when the beautiful woman who rescues him from an avalanche turns out to be a witch. Worse, she insists she can see a future where they’re already together.
In New York, he’d steer clear of the small-town, hippie witch from a new age bookshop who talks of imaginary forces and visions. He doesn’t believe in fate, just in probabilities and logic. And logic says she’s crazy, especially when her coven breaks out the crossbows and a rival pack senses weakness, waking an ancient force that threatens them all.
But if fate is a stupid reason to stay, it might be an even stupider reason to stay away.
Titles in the Witches & Shifters: Griffin Coven series include: Crystal and Claws ~ The Spell and The Wolf ~
This story may include language, potential violence, and/or sexual content intended for an adult audience 18+.
Vivian Park built herself out of scarcity—contracts instead of trust, empires instead of comfort.
Then the gala goes dark. A wax seal burns through her glove. A cedar-and-sea scent hits her lungs. And a stranger’s touch rewires every instinct she’s ever disciplined.
Lucien Black arrives like a verdict—old oaths, quiet power, a crown he doesn’t wear but never lost. The bond snaps into place before she can breathe, let alone choose.
Bullets find her. He pulls her out. Ritual sigils end up in her contracts. By day, they negotiate in clauses; by night, they negotiate in blood.
Then the attack shifts. Miles is taken. Proof is forged. A viral video rewrites the truth. Code and curse twist together. The countdown begins.
Their chemistry is urgent. Their touches are treaties. Their nights are fierce, cautious, impossible to deny.
She never surrenders control. He never bows to the crown. Together they draft a pact that could save them—or deliver them to the enemy.
Sylvie Sage had one rule: never mix love with magic.
But when a love-warding candle misfires and binds her to Nicholas Whitmore—the town’s flirtiest tiger shifter—Sylvie finds herself stuck in a magical bond she never wanted… and can’t break.
He’s chaos in a leather jacket. She’s order in a maxi skirt. And the universe? Apparently determined to tangle their fates like an overgrown vine spell.
Sylvie is desperate to undo the connection before her magic combusts—or worse, before her heart starts to trust the one man she swore she’d never fall for.
But the bond won’t budge.
And the more time they spend together, the more the sparks start to feel suspiciously like something real.
Now all Sylvie has to do is keep her candles from exploding, her tiger shifter from looking too good in flannel, and her heart from making the same mistake twice.
Because the magic might not care what she wants… But it absolutely knows who she needs.
Autumn Sinclair arrived in Celestial Pines to cleanse haunted houses — not fall for brooding innkeeper Dorian Hawthorne and his unsettlingly cozy, mildly possessed Briar Hollow Inn.
Dorian wasn’t supposed to be charming, funny, or protective. He was supposed to be gloomy, mysterious, and maybe a little tragic. But from their first meeting, with his golden eyes and flannel-wrapped muscles, he was dangerously warm—and undeniably intriguing.
As Autumn dove into the inn’s haunted past, she uncovered secrets older than the town itself, ones tied to a curse rooted in lost love and betrayal. Spirits lingered, not out of malice, but fear—a warning that history might repeat itself.
Together, Autumn and Dorian faced truths hidden in the whispers of restless ghosts.
But with the curse tightening its hold, Autumn had to decide: could she risk her guarded heart for a man who made her believe she finally belonged?
Or was history bound to repeat, dragging them both into its haunted embrace?
Welcome to Celestial Pines, where cozy meets paranormal, and love whispers through the veil.
When a spellbound fae scholar crashes a rogue summoning circle and ends up magically tethered to Celestial Pines’ grumpiest shifter, sparks don’t just fly…
They explode under a full moon.
Lillith Verdan was supposed to cast one simple summoning. Quiet. Contained. Curse-free. But fate—and Dominic Kane’s ill-timed swagger—had other plans. One accidental ritual detonation, one proximity curse, and now they’re stuck thirty feet from each other until further notice. He’s the town’s reluctant Warden with a lion’s temper and a reputation for running solo. She’s chaos in boots, sarcasm on legs, and the only woman who’s ever made his instincts purr.
They try to keep their distance. They fail spectacularly.
Now the woods are waking, a fae prince is sniffing around, and the bond that shouldn’t exist is starting to feel a little too real.
Because magic may have cursed them… But falling might be the part they chose.
