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From New York Times Bestselling Author, HP Mallory (co-author of the bestselling Haven Hollow series), comes a brand new paranormal women’s fiction series! An irreverent, sexy, and hysterical romp through the tarot… KATE: After inheriting my aunt’s crappy castle in the rinky dink town of Maplewood, Vermont, my life will never be the same again. I’m not even slightly exaggerating. So why the pity party? Well, first off, I’m now a celestial guardian (called a Daughter of the Moon) and prior to moving here, I didn't even read my horoscope. Second, I’m the caretaker of a talking ...

I just found out I’m mated to my wolf shifter boyfriend, Alex... While that might not sound so bad—we can now read each other’s thoughts. And maybe that doesn’t sound so bad either—except for the fact that I’m a very private person and the only person I want inside my head is me... And, ahem…I also can’t seem to keep my eyes or mind off a certain bear shifter named Lucas, who just accosted Alex and me in the woods. And these confusing feelings are the last thing I want Alex to know anything about! Even though Lucas is a jerk, something about him seems to appeal to my inner ...

A break-in at the local bar seems at first glance a routine case of vandalism, likely the result of high schoolers looking to score some free booze. Except... No alcohol was stolen, there's no evidence of an actual break-in, and the thief was clearly looking for something. But what? Chief Ellie Matthews wants to know. Meanwhile, as a new werewolf, her first official turning is rapidly approaching―and she's seriously not looking forward to it. By all accounts, it's going to be painful and super weird, and she just doesn't have time for it. Not when it turns out someone is hunting all the ...

The complete Dungeon Raider fantasy adventure trilogy, including: GRUDGES (Book 1) The Forge. It’s not a place that gives anyone the warm and fuzzies. No, The Forge is a dungeon mine that used to be home to the Deep Mountain Clan of dwarves. Then the orcs took control of it and forced the dwarves out. Now it’s a death sentence to any who try to voyage into its dark depths. That’s where I come in. No, I’m not some sort of soldier or mercenary trying to set things right. I’m a thief. And I’ve plundered many dungeons—enough to have earned a reputation for myself. I’m good at ...

The final volume in “The Dark Circus Trilogy” where the line between the real and the imagined is a thin one... After escaping the Cirque Du Noir, I head home, back to the family farm. But I never make it. Once I disembark the train, I’m accosted by none other than Rex, the foreman of the circus, and another man I’ve never seen before. One who holds a gun to my face. Forced back to the circus, I’m now more keen than ever to solve the mystery of the darkness that seems to absorb everyone who not only works for the circus, but who attends it. The answers I find, I’m not prepared ...

Cirque du Noir… the circus of the night, where something wicked is definitely coming. Even though I’m on my second tour of the US with Cirque Du Noir, I’m no closer to getting answers to the myriad questions that plague me. And Laurent and Rex are no help, being as tight-lipped as ever. I realize it’s up to me and me alone to get the answers I’m after, and those answers can only come from The Dark Room within the forbidden, ebony caravan. With the mysteries mounting and answers unavailable, I search for the truth, but what I discover not only horrifies me but also adds to the ...

I had it all. A powerful coven. A charming Victorian mansion. A sexy car. A couture closet. Credit cards up the wazoo, and an endearing familiar. Actually, scratch that, Hellcat would never be described as "endearing". More like: the bane of my existence. So, I almost had it all. Then a vampire came along and ruined it when he turned me into a Blood Witch. Now, I’ve been kicked out of my coven, kicked out of the mansion, I have no credit to speak of, the Lexus is a thing of the past, and not only am I driving something from the '80s, but it’s also unapologetically yellow.

Dulcie O’Neil is a fairy. And not the type to frolic in gardens. She’s a Regulator - a law-enforcement agent who monitors the creatures of the Netherworld to keep them from wreaking havoc in the mortal world. When a warlock is murdered and Dulcie was the last person to see him alive, she must uncover the truth before she’s either deported back to the Netherworld, or she becomes the next victim. Enter Knight Vander, a sinfully attractive investigator sent from the Netherworld to work the case with Dulcie.

Paranormal Women’s Fiction from bestsellers JR Rain and HP Mallory! All I wanted to do was go camping. Just to prove to myself that I could erect a tent and spend one night in the middle of BFE with only a few mosquito bites as souvenirs. What I really wasn’t planning on was getting attacked by the biggest… wolf I’ve ever seen—not to mention the fact that wolves have no business being in Louisiana. Fast forward to the wolf attack, and I’m now waking up to the second chapter of my middle-aged life as a vampire. Yep, you heard me right. Last I remembered, I was a forty-two-year-...

Paranormal Women’s Fiction from #1 Amazon bestseller J.R. Rain and New York Times bestseller H.P. Mallory! My nine-year-old daughter and I have just moved to an outpost of a Hollow called Misty Hollow. As a Bruja (a Latin-American witch), I’ve been hired by the mayor to help build the warding infrastructure for the blossoming town. But there are a few things I wasn’t aware of before I agreed to take on this job: * The mayor is a bloodsucking vampire, and as a witch, there’s nothing I despise more than the undead. * There’s something sinister going on in Misty Hollow, and, more ...

Welcome to Haven Hollow, a town of monsters. After dating a string of losers and banishing a poltergeist, I packed up my Los Angeles life and my 11-year-old son, and moved...to a town in Oregon with a population of 680. Well, 682 now. Culture shock anyone? Ahem, never mind that.... New starts can happen anywhere, right? I hope so, because I need to start the next chapter of my 43-year life pronto. So, why Haven Hollow? For one reason - there aren’t any witches here. And a witch can make a gypsy’s life...complicated. Oh, right, I’ve put the cart before the horse.

My life isn't so bad. True, I don't have a love life to speak of, but I do have a cute house in the suburbs of Los Angeles, a cat, and a quirky best friend. Enter Rand Balfour, a sinfully attractive warlock who insists I'm a witch and who just might turn my life upside down. Rand hires me to help him solve a mystery regarding the death of his client, who also happens to be a ghost. Along the way, I not only uncover the cause of the ghost’s demise, but in the process, I actually bring the ghost back to life....

Dulcie O'Neil is a fairy working in law enforcement for the Netherworld. When Knight Vander approaches her with a case regarding comatose victims, she agrees to help him, imagining the most difficult part will be combatting her attraction to him. What Dulcie isn't betting on is the case becoming personal - but all the victims are somehow linked to her. When her best friend falls victim to the Dreamstalker, Dulcie must do everything in her power to ensure her friend's survival, including associating with criminals.

Hi, my name is Lydia, and I’m a gypsy. Or, I was a gypsy. Now, I’m not really sure what I am. What I do know is that I’m in trouble. That’s the reason why I’m in the process of moving to Haven Hollow: because I need the safety and protection only a hollow can offer. After a witch named Indigo walked into my occult shop and literally blew up, her soul affixed itself to mine, and now I’m basically possessed. To make matters worse? Whoever was responsible for Indigo going ‘boom’ knows she’s not exactly dead and gone. Which means he’s now after me. As if I didn’t have ...

My name is Neva, or "Snow White", as patrons of the Wicked Lyre tavern know me. There, I dance for the wealthy and lecherous. Void of my memories, my life before the age of 12 is a mystery I don’t have time to solve, chained as I am to my cruel master. Enter Herrick Vorst.

The seal on the spell that’s been keeping my Fae side in check is due to break tonight at midnight… And I’m set to marry a man I don’t really know, and what I do know of him, I don’t particularly like. All because some stupid prophecy (from before I was even born) proclaimed as much. Talk about a crappy deal… With my Fae powers set to take over and the threat of becoming the Queen of the Winter Court becoming all too real, I find myself stuck at the bar of the Half-Moon Grill in a full-blown pity party. In walks Maverick, a bounty hunter who occasionally works for me and who’s...

In the virtual reality world of Viking Valhalla, nothing is off-limits. Sex, romance, adventure, violence—it’s all on the menu. But I’m not here to enjoy the ultimate in vacations. No, I’m here to investigate a murder—a murder that took place in the real world but has roots in the virtual one. Yet something, or someone, keeps getting in the way of my investigation—the Viking King, Boden. Or maybe it’s more fitting to say what keeps getting in my way is the fact that I can’t get the king out of my mind. Physically, King Boden is a doppelganger of my boss, Grant, and that ...

I’m what’s known as a Blood Witch—a witch who was half-turned by a vampire. I’m still in the process of learning how to reverse my condition by returning his "kiss" to the vampire who blooded me, Lorcan Rowe. But every time we attempt the spell, it goes awry. Now it’s become a race against time: If Lorcan’s powers aren’t returned to him through a reversal spell, he’ll eventually lose his mind, and there’s a very good chance he’ll kill me in the process.

First in the brand new "Misty Hollow" Paranormal Women’s Fiction series from #1 Amazon bestseller J.R. Rain and New York Times bestseller H.P. Mallory! My name is Marina Estuary, and I’m a mermaid. Actually, I’m a lot more than a mermaid—I’m a siren, but I have to keep that little tidbit on the down-low. Why? Because anyone who hears the song of the siren will either lose their mind or become desperately in love with me. That’s usually a buzzkill to most people. Anyway, not only am I a siren-in-hiding, but I’m also a private investigator. And I’ve been called to the newest ...

Something sinister’s afoot in Windy Ridge... When my mole-rat boss (and I do mean that literal like) goes missing, I’m pretty sure something wicked this way already came. Because Dorcas isn’t the type to miss a shift at the diner, let alone missing three danged days! So, when Sheriff Dean and I go looking for her, and we find her trailer all topsy-turvy, the writing is pretty much on the wall. Dorcas has been mole-rat napped! Not only that, but the singular clue left in the pile that used to be her trailer is a stone arm—one that’s as animated as Dr. Frankenstein’s creature. ...