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Je pensais que ma vie ne pourrait pas aller encore plus mal, mais je me trompais. Une série de meurtres sanglants ébranle la ville de New York, et c’est mon devoir d’essayer d’attraper ces ordures avant qu’ils ne s’en prennent à leur prochaine victime. Pourtant, quelque chose sent mauvais dans cette histoire. Au sens propre du terme. Plus je creuse, plus cela empeste. Il s’avère que ces meurtres ne sont pas ce qu’ils semblent être. Ils sont bien pires encore.

Je suis la meilleure dans mon métier, et ce que je fais n’est pas joli-joli. Si un démon franchit le Voile pour pénétrer de notre côté ou si un loup-garou devient fou et tue un innocent, c’est moi que l’on envoie. Ce n’est pas toujours une partie de plaisir et on ne peut pas dire que la paye soit mirobolante, mais je fais mon possible pour avoir le ventre plein et un toit au-dessus de ma tête. Quand le Conseil, le groupe d’anges incarnés qui m’a rejetée il y a des années, me propose une mission, je n’ai pas d’autre choix que de l’accepter. 

Dans ma vie, quand les choses dégénèrent, elles ne le font pas à moitié. Comme si être la proie d’un démon supérieur ou être menacée de mort par un archange dément n’était pas déjà assez grave, voilà que je me retrouve avec une mission pour une reine des fées que je déteste. Pourquoi ? Parce qu’une personne chère à mon cœur risque de tout perdre si je ne trouve pas un sacré paquet de fric au plus vite. Mais sans autre boulot en perspective, je suis coincée. Alors, quand la reine des fées de la cour des Ombres m’offre une mission, je l’accepte. 

J’ai accepté une mission pour la reine des fées que je déteste, et maintenant, c’est l’enfer sur terre – au sens propre du terme. Désormais, je dois absolument réparer les dégâts que j’ai causés avant qu’elle ne crée de nouvelles horreurs avec la Grâce Blanche pour tous nous tuer – oui, ça aussi, c’est ma faute.

Lucifer took my magic. Okay, so technically, Derrick the incubus douche took it, but he was Lucifer's guy and following orders. Still, I can't be a witch or a Merlin without magic. Can my life get any worse? Of course, it can. As I try to adjust and accept life without a drop of magic in my veins, Marcus disappears. Well, not exactly, more like he ghosts me. He's not returning my calls or my texts. Just when I think I finally have my love life on track, it gets derailed, and my heart is slowly torn apart.

Ich bin die Beste, die es gibt, und was ich tue, ist nicht schön. Wenn ein Dämon auf unsere Seite des Schleiers, der die Unterwelt von unserer trennt, wechselt oder ein Werwolf einen Unschuldigen tötet, schickt man mich los.

Guests avoid The Twilight Hotel like the plague after the teeny-weeny demon invasion. To keep the hotel from financial ruin, management decides to host a Casino Week to get things going again. Sounds great. There’s just one problem. People in our paranormal community turn up dead.

Als ob ein Höherer Dämon, der mich jagt, oder ein verrückter Erzengel, der mich töten will, nicht schon schlimm genug wären, soll ich einen Job für eine Feen-Königin machen, die ich hasse.

All I wanted to do was sit back and relax with a certain hot wereape. But, instead, I'm busy trying to find the queen of hell. Have I found her? Not yet. And I'm running out of places to look. I know it's only a matter of time before she does something stupid—like obliterate an entire town because they dressed better than her. But I've got worse problems. Things soon spiral down the crapper when two teenagers are found dead in Hollow Cove. A new evil hangs over our town, a significant threat to the Davenport witches and all the witches in Hollow Cove. 

I was engaged. Okay, so I wasn't technically engaged. But I did fantasize about it. A lot. Okay, all the time. No need to pretend. The only problem here was when couples got engaged, there was usually a proposal of sorts, an exchange of promises, and a mutual agreement to spend the rest of their lives together. But three weeks have now passed since the night I found that black box with that pretty ring, and still, the chief hasn't proposed. But I've got worse problems. A mysterious and ominous curse spreads across our town, and we don't know who's responsible or why it's happening.

Finding my husband in bed with another woman was not how I planned to start my day. Or homeless the next minute. And broke. So, when a job comes my way from The Twilight Hotel—a paranormal hotel in midtown Manhattan that serves as a sanctuary and residence—I take it. Cue in tattooed, sexy as sin, grumpy restaurant owner Valen who can’t do drama or high-maintenance women. The problem? He’s cruel and dangerous. And he’s hiding something.

I should be happy for her. Right? But I'm not. Because I know this Derrick character is bad news. Call it my witchy instincts, but I'm convinced something is seriously off with the guy. So how do I prove it to my aunt? The pressure is on as I only have four days to figure it out before the wedding—yes, four days until Beverly says, "I do" to that slimy bastard. As the clues start to come together, I have to wade through a pack of lies to get to the truth and find out who Derrick Baudelaire really is—and what he's hiding.

Sixteen-year-old Kara Nightingale is unpopular, awkward, and positively ordinary - that is until one day she is struck by a bus and dies.... Within moments her life changes from ordinary to extraordinary when she wakes up in a mysterious world with a new career - as a rookie for the Guardian Angel Legion. Love is forbidden among the guardians. And when gorgeous David arrives as her training officer, Kara finds herself torn between her feelings for David and her job.

Okay, so officially, I’ve resigned from the Dark Witch Court as one of the witches who clean up paranormal problems no one else wants to handle. Specifically, I deal with the demons that escape from the Veil—the invisible layer that protects our world from the Netherworld. But when I’m called in to investigate a series of human deaths at a local New York restaurant while between jobs, I’m in no position to turn down the cash. So, I unofficially take the gig. 

I survived the incident with the Greater Demon. As a dark witch, I can handle pretty much any supernatural baddie that comes my way, including the occasional Greater Demon. But my struggles are far from over. When a series of unexplained witch murders plague New York City, it’s up to me to uncover the culprits and hunt them down with some good ol’ fashion magic. To make matters worse, the insufferable, drool-worthy Logan keeps popping into my life unannounced, making it extremely hard to focus on the job—and not his tight behind.

I thought my life was finally going my way. Boy, was I wrong. When a new job lands in my lap from the Dark Witch Court, with a very large paycheck, I take it. It should have been an easy gig. I was wrong again. Nothing is what it seems. When members of the Gray Council wind up dead, a new evil closes in and I find myself on a dangerous path. Just when I thought I could kick back and relax, the madness of the Netherworld and demons pulls me right back in. And I have no choice but to kick some serious butt. 

In the ruggedness of the beautiful Kentucky mountains, Honey Lovett has always known that the old ways can make a hard life harder. As the daughter of the famed blue-skinned Troublesome Creek packhorse librarian, Honey and her family have been hiding from the law all her life. But when her mother and father are imprisoned, Honey realizes she must fight to stay free, or risk being sent away for good.

The hardscrabble folks of Troublesome Creek have to scrap for everything - everything except books, that is. Thanks to Roosevelt's Kentucky Pack Horse Library Project, Troublesome's got its very own traveling librarian, Cussy Mary Carter. Cussy's not only a book woman, however, she's also the last of her kind, her skin a shade of blue unlike most anyone else. Not everyone is keen on Cussy's family or the Library Project, and a Blue is often blamed for any whiff of trouble.

Rowyn and Tyrius are back! And the world will never be same again. After the Legion of angels killed me - transformed me to an angel and then brought me back - I thought I could rest for a little while. I would put my feet up...have some quality time with my sexy elf. I was wrong. I’ve barely survived the fight with the archdemon Lucian when another problem arises. A priest has been murdered, and the church is looking to me to help them.

Lucian, the first of the fallen archdemons, is a cosmic douche. And he’s looking for me. Swell. Without the mark of an archangel, I have no protection against his dark gift. He wants to use me as his puppet, but I’m no one’s puppet. The archdemon is up to something. I can feel it. Something really big and equally evil. And he’ll stop at nothing until he gets what he wants.