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One moment, Susan Moore had a perfect life—a handsome husband, a fabulous career, wonderful friends, and a gorgeous home in Pacific Heights, San Francisco. The next minute, it was all gone. And Susan found herself in a straitjacket, locked in a padded room.

Imogen's on the verge of getting everything she ever wanted. The man of her dreams, a talented, smart kid who loves her, some amazing friends, she's finally safe from the ancient creature who keeps ripping her to pieces every time she tries to access her deeper powers—and she's only one step away from finding the reincarnation of her dad. Mortality is in her grasp.

Immortality sucks. Just ask Imogen Gray—over two hundred thousand years old and teetering on the edge of total insanity. All throughout history, she's been hunted by an ancient creature who finds her and rips her to pieces every time she dares to access her deepest powers. But Imogen always regenerates. Slowly. Painfully.

A Lightbringer has crept into our realm, slithering in before the deadline with brand-new sinister plans. Chloe must face her past and deepest fears, and survive a trek through the darkest depths of all the realms to get her true love back.

Word has reached the mortal realm, sending shock waves through the supernatural community. The Beast is stirring, and gathering his dark troops towards himself with a single-minded purpose: destroy all the magical creatures on Earth. He's awake, and promising bloody, furious vengeance. Prue's mom was the witch who sent the Beast to sleep in the first place, and she's in a coma. Somehow Prue needs to decipher her riddle-filled diary to figure out how to put the Beast back to sleep again before he rampages through the realms committing genocide.

The horror of waking up from the best dream ever and remembering you're a monster is indescribable. My soul is screaming for mercy, for forgiveness, for redemption…but I know I'll never get it.

Susan's neck-deep in trouble—the Songbird has been kidnapped, her vile mother is out for Susan's blood, and Connor is hunting some very powerful spark stones. To save Audrina and the stones, Susan needs to take the Fae Company to dangerous places they've never gone before—namely, through TSA to get on an economy flight to Wisconsin. Will Cress get through security will all her weapons? Will Cecil eat his body weight in cheese? Will Donovan ever smile? Will Susan get her later-in-life romance? Only time will tell.

Okay, I might be seriously under-qualified for the job of Enforcer, I'll admit. The Enforcer is supposed to be a human, for starters. It's usually an ex-special forces guy with big muscles and even bigger balls, and a knack for sorting out petty squabbles between the witches and vampires and shifters in the city. And I'm just a technically dead nail tech—an animated skeleton with a talent for illusion magic and gold gel manicures. But I've recently discovered that I can manifest some pretty big muscles of my own. I've already got the big balls, so I'm halfway there.

Imogen's got some answers about her origins, and a promise from Rafael that he'll help to cure her immortality. But there's a few brand-new problems standing in her way . . . A vicious pack of disenfranchised Alphas are on their way to Backman's shifter school, coming to try and reclaim what they think is rightfully theirs. A stunning vampire princess with a ring on her finger arrives at the country club to stir up the worst kind of trouble for Rafael. And Leroy's got a girlfriend. She's the worst.

Alaar wants me to be the savior of the universe. The werewolf Alpha of Ironclaw is obsessed and has sunk to horrifying new depths to get his paws on me. Poor Sarah, the poltergeist, has had a breakdown, and I'm the only one who can stop her from razing Castlemaine to the ground. Even Dwayne is driving me insane. There's no training in this world that could prepare me for dealing with a love-sick battle goose. The only person who I want to have a piece of me, the only person who I want to get closer to... The Vampire Lord.

Immortality sucks. Just ask Imogen Gray: Over two-hundred thousand years old and teetering on the edge of total insanity. Strong as a shifter, faster than a vampire, Imogen's walked the earth forever, always alone, never growing, never changing. Never learning, either. Her smart mouth and quick temper get her into trouble far too often. When that happens, she gets hurt—and it can take a long time to heal from severed limbs and disembowelment. She's so tired of it all.

Well, to be honest, there are lots of killers in this town, including me. But when a handful of supernaturals in Castlemaine go missing and start showing up dead with strange amputations and odd lacerations all over their bodies, the magical townsfolk start to get very nervous. Whoever the killer is, he's after one of my new friends. I'm determined to stop him. But first, I have to figure out a way of escaping the Ironclaw pack. Braxton Myles, the Alpha of Ironclaw, has taken me hostage as compensation for losing a few of his werewolves in a fight with my goose buddy, Dwayne.

Imogen is on the brink of getting everything she ever wanted: love, safety, answers. Her father. Mortality. And just like that, a stranger comes to town and rips everything apart. Turns out, the darkest thing Imogen's ever had to face isn't a blood witch, or a vampire, or even a demon. It's a mundane, petty human woman.

A powerful supernatural mob boss is terrorizing my neighborhood, demanding protection money from store owners and breaking legs when it's not paid. His little gang member minions are all humans, and one of them just showed up at my new business insisting I pay him my monthly 'insurance premium', or face the boss himself. Funnily enough, this arrogant little underling has no idea what his employer is.

The Beast is bringing the battle to the mortal realm, and Prue's finally ready to face him. Or is she? Maybe. Life is complicated, but that's what makes it beautiful. The war is brewing, the rogues are desperate, and a human enemy lurks in the darkness, threatening to derail Prue's hero era before it even begins.

I've been burned. One of my secrets is out in the open, and it couldn't have happened at a worse time. The people of the city need a hero right now, and it can't be me. It's too risky. I could lose everything. While everything falls to chaos, I've got some hard decisions to make. There's a fine line between hero and tyrant. I need to figure out how to dance down that line so I can be the leader they need, without turning into the monster they fear.

My whole world has just exploded. I'm doing a jaunty quick-step on the edge of total insanity, battling shock, exhaustion, crisis fatigue, and some sort of festering dark power that threatens to erupt out of me every time I get a little stressed. At least now I know where this genocidal rage comes from. Turns out, it's hereditary.