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My name is Nora Black, local shop owner and part-time psychic consultant in the resort town of Garden Cove. When an anonymous letter in the local paper exposes my extrasensory secret, our normally idyllic town is plagued by a series of mysterious accidents, and I find myself drawn into a deadly game of cat and mouse.

My name is Nora Black, and I'm 51 years young. At least that's what I tell myself, when I'm not having hot flashes; my knees don't hurt; and I can find my reading glasses. I'm also the proud owner of a salon called Scents & Scentsability in the small resort town of Garden Cove, where I make a cozy living selling handmade bath and beauty products. All in all, my life is pretty good. Except for one little glitch.

For my birthday, my best friends Gilly and Pippa signed us up for a weekend at the Central Midwest Spa Convention. Yay. Massages, fine dining, maid service, and best of all, as long as we attend a few workshops, the weekend is a tax write-off. It should be all sunshine and roses, right? Wrong. My former intern at Belliza Beauty aka the Job Stealer, Carmen Carraway, is a featured presenter. Yuck. Throw in an ex-boyfriend, a number one fan, a brewing scandal, and a dead body, and my relaxing birthday weekend is DOA.

My name is Nora Black. I'm over 50 and enjoying my life to the fullest. That is, when I'm not worried about graying hair, low back pain, allergies, and a psychic gift that sometimes stinks. When police officer Reese McKay asks me to use my aroma-mojo to look into the "accidental drowning" of her black-sheep cousin, I can't turn her away. Especially now that she's become a friend.

Seven months ago, goddess magic allowed me, the very human Marigold Everlee, to have a couple of sizzling nights with the very paranormal Zev. He was tall, dark, and smoking hot. Literally. He's an ifrit—a fire-magic-wielding djinn. Spoiler alert: When the goddess magic poofed—so did Zev.

Now that my nero-craft has been triggered, I’m off to the Iron Grove compound, along with my hot druid boyfriend and his violently awesome sister, to learn magic from the best of the best. Of course, not every druid or tru-craft witch is happy about me adding water magic to the earth, fire, and air magic I already wield. There is even talk of a test they want me to take that sounds about as much fun as an alien probing. No, thank you. I’ll have to rely on allies, old and new if I want to survive the incoming tide of enemies who want me to drown in my own magic.

Most days, I’m just trying to raise my kid and not die. So when a troupe of randy pixies gather in my garden, demanding I protect them, I’m like, bitch, I can barely protect myself. On top of that, I have to worry about monster attacks from enemies new and old. My grimoire keeps talking in riddles. Linda the Gnome is more surly than usual. Thank heavens for my hottie druid boyfriend who has my back, front, and side, and a fat cat named Bob who calms me better than a prescription mood stabilizer. Tru-craft has been nature’s midlife gift that keeps on trying to kill me.

As a forty-three-year-old, newly divorced, single mom, I know two things for certain: starting over sucks, and magic isn’t real. At least that’s what I thought. I mean, starting over really does stink, but when it comes to magic, I have to rethink everything. My garden gnome Linda has come to life. No, really. Her name is Linda, and she never shuts up. A chonky cat with a few secrets of his own has adopted me. And a gorgeous professor of the occult tells me I’m a witch.

Being a forty-something, newly divorced, single mom comes with its challenges. Finding out I’m a witch is just another one of them. As a new practitioner of tru-craft, I’ve been told that every witch is called to a single element, and they are sent down one of two paths, the Fade or the Bright. Of course, every rule has an exception, and in this case, it’s me.

The only thing I want more than to marry Billy Bob is to have his baby, but since that ship has sailed thanks to prior trauma, I’m just happy to get him down the aisle. The date is set for the winter solstice, but a challenge from an unexpected guest is turning my special day into a fight-club nightmare. I’ve already had to postpone my wedding twice, and I’m starting to think fate hates my guts. On top of that, there are almost 40 werewolves camped out on Billy Bob's property, claiming that the both of us are their new leaders.

When I am assigned my first case, a dangerous serial killer known as Little Piggy, I am thrilled and excited to put my profiler skills to the test. I might have an advanced degree in psychology and graduated top of my class at Quantico, but my partner, the oh-so-yummy senior field agent and werebear Dominic Tartan, acts like I’m still in school. Half the time he acts like he wants to ditch me, the other half of the time I’m pretty sure he wants to kiss me.

Reneé felt like all was lost after her car accident. Helped through her challenges by prayer and guidance from Jesus, Reneé eventually decided to transform her tragedy into triumph and create an inspirational guidebook. It was intended to lift others out of the darkness and into the light that comes with healthy eating and exercise. Reneé shares a multitude of low- impact exercises accompanied by inspiring quotes and scripture that invite participants of all levels of fitness to begin moving to reduce stress and achieve a healthier lifestyle.

When an anonymous whistleblower from Peculiar, Missouri, alleges that the mayor’s wife is a fraud, the Shifter Tri-State Council sends one of their best investigators: werebobcat Wilhelmina “Willy” Boden. Willy’s reluctant to investigate her friends who live in the small shifter town, especially handsome werecoyote Brady Corman - but she has a job to do.

Four days before Halloween, and poor Sunny Haddock is pregnant...again...but her body isn't the only thing haunting her. She is getting psychic visions of classic horror monsters getting stalked by the invisible man. With each new incident, his actions are getting more deadly. Can she figure out the mystery before someone she cares about becomes the next victim?

Chavvah Trimmel, a were-coyote and part-owner in Sunny's Outlook, has recovered physically from her kidnapping, but emotionally she still has scars. Her best friend, Sunny, is happily married and knee-deep in baby poop. All Chavvah wants to do is focus on the future and forget about the past. When the Tri-State Council of therianthropes decides to hold their annual jubilee in Peculiar, Chavvah is stoked.

You'll never hear anyone who knows me say, "Boy, that Sunny Haddock sure is a quitter.” I’m no defeatist. But, lately, it hasn’t been easy to see the glass half full. I’m weeks away from having a baby and trying really hard to marry the father and love of my life, and it’s been one catastrophic disaster after another. Between a waxing disaster (you know what I mean, ladies!) and the theft of our weddings bands, it appears our union is doomed. But ever the optimist, I’m determined to figure out who or what is trying to sabotage my Valentine's Day nuptials.

Sunny Haddock, an animal-loving vegetarian psychic, is stoked to leave California behind to start a new life in the Ozark town of Peculiar with her best friend Chavvah Trimmel. She ups the moving date when Chav goes missing, and Sunny high tails it to the small town. What Sunny doesn't realize is that she's moving into a community of were-shifters, and they don't want a human resident.

For six months, Madeline Granger has been overwhelmed by an almost magnetic pull that has kept her on the road, traveling all over the Midwest and erotically dreaming of two men... her lion kings. When she wakes up in Kansas, just outside the perimeter of a traveling carnival, it miraculously feels like coming home. But after she meets the two men who shouldn't exist outside her own mind, it's hard for her to reconcile that her dream lovers are two very real and sexy men, not imaginary.

Braden Jackson wants Eve Taylor from the moment he sees her naked and confident, strolling around the tribe's lands in the Ozark Mountains. The newly culled female is the only woman - human or lycanosapien - who makes him want to howl. There's only one problem. And his name is Tom Ellis. The first generation lycanosapien has more muscles than brains, not to mention some serious control issues when it comes to the human woman he culled.

Being a forty-something divorcee with a college-bound teenage son is a freaking cakewalk compared to wielding my unruly magic. Did I mention that my newly discovered sister wants to kill me? After a hellish week spent with older-than-dirt archdruids and a few new enemies, I’m ready to get home so I can hug my kid and sleep in my own bed. But nope, that’s not how my crazy magical mid-life works. My spirit magic has been triggered, and a ghost’s cryptic message gives me more bad news. Something worse than my psycho sister might be after me. Awesome.