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Tam Hashford is tired of working at her local pub, slinging drinks for world-famous mercenaries and listening to the bards sing of adventure and glory in the world beyond her sleepy hometown. When the biggest mercenary band of all rolls into town, led by the infamous Bloody Rose, Tam jumps at the chance to sign on as their bard. It's adventure she wants-and adventure she gets as the crew embark on a quest that will end in one of two ways: glory or death. It's time to take a walk on the wyld side.

Lucky is incredibly unlucky. Locked away and imprisoned for a crime he cannot remember committing, Lucky is now more comfortable with the four walls of his prison than the sky outside. That is, until he's ripped free from his prison and swept out into the ocean. . . and rescued by The Dreamer. The Dreamer is no ordinary ship; it's a vessel filled with outcasts, each with their own mysterious past and unique abilities. Soon Lucky discovers a hidden world of magic, treachery, and destiny. Bound by fate, Lucky finds himself inexplicably linked to Gabe, the kind-hearted son of the captain.

It's been almost a year since Logan 'The Bear' Theaker hung up his axe and settled down with his sunshiny bard husband, Pie. But when Pie disappears, Logan is forced back into a world he thought he'd left behind. Logan quickly discovers that Pie has been blackmailed into stealing a powerful artifact capable of creating an undead army. With the help of an old adversary and a ghost from his past, Logan sets out to rescue his husband. But the further the quest takes him, the more secrets Logan uncovers. He'll need all his strength to rescue his husband - but can he save their marriage?

I’m in love with my best friend; one of the last dragon shifters in the world. Yeah, life has just gotten way more complicated. For two years I’ve gone on one bad date after another, and for two years my best friend Roarke has stood by my side. I don’t want to date other guys. I want to date Roarke. But there are two problems with this.

If there was a level zero of supernaturals, I’d be in the sub-basement level. I’m not particularly strong or fast or crazy smart, and my pixie magic is limited to little things that any basic human street magician can do. Which means that pack of coyote shifters that’s hunting me? Yeah, I’m gonna need help with them. I do the only sane thing I can do. I flee to Moonhaven Cove, and beg help from the local PNW council and the town’s sheriff. Which seemed like such a well thought-out plan . . . until the council lets Hux and his creepy pack of coyotes in.

At a neglected campsite, it's not all s'mores as Rae fights for her wits and morals among testy coworkers, creepy rangers, and tarot cards. Plus, Bash, her nephew, decides to commence his new obsession, hunting werewolves. Meanwhile, her unrequited flame, Stone, secretly arrives, attempting to stop a murder. With the gang all here, they find things not only go bump in the night, but they also howl. Who will make it out alive? Who will succumb to the hungry jaws of a night creature? Only the tolling bell knows.

Sibyl’s family are descended from the same bloodlines that provided the oracles in Greece. She’s even inherited the name to go with the talent. But she's just failed her prophecy exams. Worse than that, her dog has disappeared and none of her far-seeing family can find him. When her aunt prophecies that her dog has gone where he's needed most, Sibyl decides she's had enough of the seer lifestyle.

Joe Slade is a detective with a hot lead and an existential crisis. Still seeking to escape his fictional existence, he and his mentor, Ellodrine, a wizard who suffers from reinterpretation, hunt for the artifacts that will open a way to the World Where the Books Are Written. The trail has taken them to the rugged frontier of the Old West. There, they will discover twisted plots and dangerous foes, who will launch them into a blurring journey through the genres.

We live in trying times. Anti-demon sentiment is at an all time high. Gone are the days when devils could get together on a Sunday night to sacrifice some virgins and crack open a few cold ones. While we have been shunned and despised since our first ancestors arrived here from Hell, today it’s impossible to walk even a single city block without running into a self-proclaimed “hunter.” Living under this threat of constant danger, it has never been more pertinent to hold on to our sense of identity. And more importantly, to pass that along to our spawn.