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Lily McGee has had enough of Hollywood! Tired of the high life, she decides to leave it all behind to live in a small English village and try her hand at writing murder mysteries... But Lily finds that her cozy crime-writing skills become crime-fighting skills as her sharp mind and amateur sleuthing ability are called upon to solve an array of strange happenings in little Didlington.

Deputy Elliot James is a walking—and flying—contradiction. A loner crow. An outlaw cop. A shifter who shows up to events on time and dressed appropriately, more or less. Hazel’s struggling to come to terms with Elliot’s complex double life. She’s got trust issues and who could blame her, after a magical upbringing more screwed up than Cinderella’s? But now Granny Sage, Hazel’s beloved mentor, lies helpless in a magical coma.

I'm Veronica Neill, world class thief and the last phoenix in existence. After taking a job for a vampire in Miami, I find myself embroiled in a war that not only spans this world, but all the other realms as well, even those I never knew existed. With the help of my witchy best friend and a sexy grim reaper agent, we can survive anything......right?

Stealing objects for supernatural clients is my bread and butter. Murder? Not so much. As a phoenix, I’m used to burning hot and rising from the ashes. That’s why I chose to make my living as a world-class thief. Some say it’s dangerous. I call it fun. Or it is until someone beats me to my latest mark, stealing the prize and killing a fae duke in the process. To add insult to injury, I get blamed for the gruesome murder.

Good news? I’m no longer a thief. Bad news? I’m no longer a thief. Some may consider that only good news since I'll no longer run the risk of getting my ass thrown in a grim reaper prison for the rest of my extremely long life. Longevity comes with the phoenix nametag. Except I happen to enjoy the thrill of the hunt that comes with relieving goods from my unsuspecting targets.

I’m in Hell, but some witch I know calls it Arizona. At least Tucson’s an excellent place to hide from the hefty bounty on my head, now that the entire supernatural Community knows I’m the last phoenix. Catching me comes with a set-for-life kind of price tag. I don’t blame the bounty hunters; business is business after all. But I’m beyond pissed at the maniacal mage who outed me and caused this whole mess.