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J’ai accepté une mission pour la reine des fées que je déteste, et maintenant, c’est l’enfer sur terre – au sens propre du terme. Désormais, je dois absolument réparer les dégâts que j’ai causés avant qu’elle ne crée de nouvelles horreurs avec la Grâce Blanche pour tous nous tuer – oui, ça aussi, c’est ma faute.

Dans ma vie, quand les choses dégénèrent, elles ne le font pas à moitié. Comme si être la proie d’un démon supérieur ou être menacée de mort par un archange dément n’était pas déjà assez grave, voilà que je me retrouve avec une mission pour une reine des fées que je déteste. Pourquoi ? Parce qu’une personne chère à mon cœur risque de tout perdre si je ne trouve pas un sacré paquet de fric au plus vite. Mais sans autre boulot en perspective, je suis coincée. Alors, quand la reine des fées de la cour des Ombres m’offre une mission, je l’accepte.

Lucifer took my magic. Okay, so technically, Derrick the incubus douche took it, but he was Lucifer's guy and following orders. Still, I can't be a witch or a Merlin without magic. Can my life get any worse? Of course, it can. As I try to adjust and accept life without a drop of magic in my veins, Marcus disappears. Well, not exactly, more like he ghosts me. He's not returning my calls or my texts. Just when I think I finally have my love life on track, it gets derailed, and my heart is slowly torn apart.

Je pensais que ma vie ne pourrait pas aller encore plus mal, mais je me trompais. Une série de meurtres sanglants ébranle la ville de New York, et c’est mon devoir d’essayer d’attraper ces ordures avant qu’ils ne s’en prennent à leur prochaine victime. Pourtant, quelque chose sent mauvais dans cette histoire. Au sens propre du terme. Plus je creuse, plus cela empeste. Il s’avère que ces meurtres ne sont pas ce qu’ils semblent être. Ils sont bien pires encore.

After I’d agreed to do a job for the fae queen I hate, the entire world went to hell - literally. Now, it’s my job to clean up my mess before she creates new nasties with the white grace and kills us all - yeah, my fault, too. It gets better. The legion of angels have put a bounty on my head for the murder of the archangel Vedriel, which was in totally self-defense, but it’s not like they care.

Broke and living in a one-bedroom apartment the size of a closet is not what you’d expect from an elite hunter like me. But hunting demons and half-breeds isn’t your average nine-to-five job with benefits. The hours are long and the pay usually sucks. I didn’t think I was going to make rent again until the Council, the group of angel-born who’d shunned me all those years ago, offered me a job - a paying one.I could either tell them to shove it, or take the job. So what’s a gal to do? Take the gig, of course.

Okay, so I'm in trouble. Big trouble. I'm broke. Worse, my boyfriend of five years just dumped me. What do I do? I move in with my three eccentric aunts in their family home, Davenport House. Sounds exciting, only this massive farmhouse likes to eat men. If I were a regular human, I would have run out screaming like a banshee. As a witch - I do absolutely nothing. Hey, maybe they deserved it? I'm back in Hollow Cove, the flamboyant paranormal community, where nymphs, werewolves, trolls, shifters, witches, and other paranormals live comfortable lives away from prying human eyes.

We killed someone.... Okay, not exactly the news I wanted to hear from my aunts. But here it was. Now, what the hell was I supposed to do with it? Just when I thought I could finally get a well-deserved break from the shitshow I'd been living for the past months, I get hit with this. To make matters worse, an investigator starts snooping around Hollow Cove, asking questions about my aunts. If they're found guilty of this murder, it's a one-way ticket to Grimway Citadel - the witch prison.

I should be happy for her. Right? But I'm not. Because I know this Derrick character is bad news. Call it my witchy instincts, but I'm convinced something is seriously off with the guy. So how do I prove it to my aunt? The pressure is on as I only have four days to figure it out before the wedding—yes, four days until Beverly says, "I do" to that slimy bastard. As the clues start to come together, I have to wade through a pack of lies to get to the truth and find out who Derrick Baudelaire really is—and what he's hiding.

I was hoping for a few days off from dealing with murder charges, bad guys, and the everyday paranormal bizarre. All I wanted was a nice break from all the crazy. And did I get it? No. Of course not. Instead, a new coven comes to town. A coven of witch females who call themselves The Sisters of the Circle, a small, elite group for the upper crust of witch society—according to Dolores. But there's something off about this coven, and I just can't put my finger on it. All the while, my aunts and other witches in town worship the ground they walk on like fangirls. Forget my time off.

It's the annual Night Festival in Hollow Cove, a paranormal festival extravaganza that lasts for five nights and features a multitude of powerful faces in our paranormal circles. There's only one little problem. Someone ends up dead. And I'm the one accused of murder. As my life spirals down the crapper once again, things between me and Marcus are even more confusing than ever before - hot - but ridiculously confusing. And to add to my wondrous good fortune - something or someone is trying to kill me.

Never in my 30 years did I think my new normal would be a gig as a soul collector's assistant - slave really - where I help stockpile souls from the miserable mortals who sell them to him. The demon thinks he can control me, but I plan on doing things differently...my way. But we all know it's never that easy or that simple, especially in my life.

They took my Merlin license away. To get it back, I must complete the witch trials. Okay, so I have to pass a few magical trials. No big deal. Right? Wrong. The trials are treacherous, ominous, and deadly. I'm not prepared for such brutal, magical tests, but I can't stop. Stopping means failure, and too many people are counting on me. But then the worst happens. While I'm trying to focus on the trials, the local baker in Hollow Cove is poisoned and killed. And someone I care about is blamed.

All I wanted to do was sit back and relax with a certain hot wereape. But, instead, I'm busy trying to find the queen of hell. Have I found her? Not yet. And I'm running out of places to look. I know it's only a matter of time before she does something stupid—like obliterate an entire town because they dressed better than her. But I've got worse problems. Things soon spiral down the crapper when two teenagers are found dead in Hollow Cove. A new evil hangs over our town, a significant threat to the Davenport witches and all the witches in Hollow Cove.

Hollow Cove was never a dangerous city. Weird and eccentric, maybe. But not dangerous. Until now. A new magic threatens our paranormal community and competes for dominance. Something awakens in the night, and it's a real stinker. Not kidding. I'm a Merlin now, and my plan is simple - get in, protect my family and friends, and defeat this new evil. But it's never that simple. One small misstep could lead to disaster.

Ich bin die Beste, die es gibt, und was ich tue, ist nicht schön. Wenn ein Dämon auf unsere Seite des Schleiers, der die Unterwelt von unserer trennt, wechselt oder ein Werwolf einen Unschuldigen tötet, schickt man mich los.

In my life, when things go bad, they go notoriously bad. As if having a greater demon hunting me wasn’t bad enough, or a demented archangel trying to kill me, try doing a job for a fae queen I hate. Why? Because, someone close to me is about to lose everything if I don’t find a crapload of money soon. But without any other jobs coming up, I’m stuck. So, when the fae queen of the Dark Court offers me a gig, I take it.

Als ob ein Höherer Dämon, der mich jagt, oder ein verrückter Erzengel, der mich töten will, nicht schon schlimm genug wären, soll ich einen Job für eine Feen-Königin machen, die ich hasse.

The hardscrabble folks of Troublesome Creek have to scrap for everything - everything except books, that is. Thanks to Roosevelt's Kentucky Pack Horse Library Project, Troublesome's got its very own traveling librarian, Cussy Mary Carter. Cussy's not only a book woman, however, she's also the last of her kind, her skin a shade of blue unlike most anyone else. Not everyone is keen on Cussy's family or the Library Project, and a Blue is often blamed for any whiff of trouble.