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Maya Daniels presents Book 5 in the Chronicles of Forbidden Witchery...

Being the dud in my coven wasn't the worst thing—until they decided to re-evaluate our contributions. Without magic, all I had was a resting witch face and a smart mouth. Neither will save me when the next full moon comes. Having the last name Byrne can only get me so far.

I Swore I'd Keep Her Safe. Now She's Gone. And I'm About to Set the World on Fire. Alice is missing. Not dead. Not yet. I can still feel her—through the bond, through the silence. But something's wrong. Twisted. Whatever took her is warping that connection, and it's only a matter of time...

Turns out rock bottom has a basement. And the Syndicate's got the keys. I swore I'd never end up back in their cages. But here I am—stripped of everything, trapped in a nightmare lined with steel and regret. The bloodlust is worse now, crawling under my skin like fire. Whatever they did to me...

I used to call myself a monster. But lately . . . that feels like wishful thinking. Alice is barely clinging to life, and I'm the reason why. I swore I’d protect her—and instead, I nearly tore her apart. That guilt? It's not something I can shake. It's acid in my veins, right alongside...

Thief by night and witch by birthright, candle maker Alaska McCullough has perfected the art of stealing by using magic. Until she takes something she never should've touched. The object should not have existed, yet it's putting her life and reputation on the line. Now she lives on borrowed time . . . unless she can find a way to give it back before it's too late.

Alaska never thought she'll find herself in the middle of a family drama, yet her life depends on her ability to resolve it quickly. Witches and shifters never mixed well, but the proud thief ended deep to her eyeballs in fur. Dimitri's inherited legacy holds more secrets than either of them expected after the original fiasco with the spell book. His father may not remember anything about Alaska, thanks to the blood magic potion, but that won't stop him from removing his son out of the way at any cost.

Being hunted was the perfect excuse for a shopping spree. Just because I was probably going to die didn't mean I couldn't go down in style. My grandmother called it idiotic. I disagreed . . . right up until I came face to face with a demon. And the bastard ate my Prada shirt. Seriously, who does that? You'd think he'd be into souls, not silk. But apparently, my spastic magic makes me a walking buffet for supernatural weirdos. Which is exactly how I ended up shackled to River.

There's screwing up a spell . . . and then there's my level of catastrophe. Magical ambitions of a Ferrari, but the skill of a Go-Kart. That's me. If profanities were spells, I'd be Merlin. Instead, I'm just wasting my "French" on the ungrateful—again. Story of my life. When a spell goes...

Just when I thought things were looking up, Fate decided to kick me in the kidneys. Surviving a brush with Death should've earned me a break, but instead, I got stuck with a womanizer as my so-called protector. If River had kept his pants up, we wouldn't be in this mess. They say power corrupts, but unlimited magic? That twists a mind beyond repair—just look at my grandmother. Not even the shifters can fix this mess. Now, I have to track down an archdemon, avoid becoming a vampire's midnight snack, and dodge a vengeful scorned lover. And—just for the record—I wasn't even the one getting laid.