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Letting go is not a process that comes naturally to us. In a world that teaches us to cling to what we love at all costs, there is an undeniable art to moving on - and it's one that we are constantly relearning. In this series of honest and poignant essays, Heidi Priebe explores the harsh reality of what it means to let go of the people and situations we love most - often before we are ready to - and how to embrace what comes next.

Addison Cooper had planned on an all-expense paid vacation to the Cayman Islands to celebrate her most recent business success. Instead, she's trekking to the outback of Oregon to help a friend of her mother's.

Annie competes in a cat show, to help raise funds to improve the local park. Her friend AJ, a Maine Coon, enters too. A grumpy Persian called Mrs. Snuggle Face Furry Frost is also a competitor. Her owner, Kathleen, seems to like winning at all costs. But when Kathleen dies at the show, the trio wonder if it's natural causes . . . or . . . murder. Who is the killer? The male judge accused of bribery? The glamorous female judge who owns Himalayans? Or is it another competitor? And what will happen to Mrs. Snuggle Face Furry Frost?

For years the Garde have fought the Mogadorians in secret. Now all of that has changed. The invasion has begun. If the Garde can't find a way to stop the Mogs, humanity will suffer the same fate as the Lorien: annihilation. There is still hope. When the Elders sent the Garde to Earth, they had a plan - one the Garde are finally starting to understand.

I was hoping for a few days off from dealing with murder charges, bad guys, and the everyday paranormal bizarre. All I wanted was a nice break from all the crazy. And did I get it? No. Of course not. Instead, a new coven comes to town. A coven of witch females who call themselves The Sisters of the Circle, a small, elite group for the upper crust of witch society—according to Dolores. But there's something off about this coven, and I just can't put my finger on it. All the while, my aunts and other witches in town worship the ground they walk on like fangirls. Forget my time off.

I was sure that once I got married my crazy life would calm down so I could get some well-deserved romantic interludes with my new husband. It didn't. And when a stranger shows up in our town, everything falls apart. Aside from knowing he's loaded, no one seems to have any information about him. But I do know one thing. He’s bad news. And he’s hiding something.

That’s what I thought until they came to Hollow Cove. And when I say they arrived, I mean they actually materialized—they came to life. Newly engaged, I was looking forward to some quiet, sexy time with my wereape—all kinds of horizontal refreshments in every room—you know the type. But did I get it? Nope. Instead, I get hit with fairytales that plague our town.

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.

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.

I’m ready to enjoy my new life with my newish husband, but apparently, peace and quiet just isn’t in the cards for me. Enter Lilith—the Goddess of Night and Queen of the Netherworld—who shows up unannounced and demands a favor. Saying no isn’t really an option. I mean, how do you tell a literal goddess to shove it when refusing means she’ll kill you? So yeah, I agree.

My big day is finally here. Marcus and I are getting married—or so I thought. Unfortunately, disaster stands in the way of my happily ever after, and it comes in the form of a god—a narcissistic one, no less. Of course, it does.

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.

We killed someone.... Okay, not exactly the news I wanted to hear from my aunts. But here it was. Now, what the hell was I supposed to do with it? Just when I thought I could finally get a well-deserved break from the shitshow I'd been living for the past months, I get hit with this. To make matters worse, an investigator starts snooping around Hollow Cove, asking questions about my aunts. If they're found guilty of this murder, it's a one-way ticket to Grimway Citadel - the witch prison.

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.

Among the greats of 20th-century horror and fantasy, few names stand above Richard Matheson. Though known by many for novels like I Am Legend and his 16 Twilight Zone episodes, Matheson truly shines in his chilling, masterful short stories. Since his first story appeared in 1950, virtually every major writer of science fiction and fantasy has fallen under his influence, including Stephen King, Neil Gaiman, Peter Straub, and Joe Hill, as well as filmmakers like Stephen Spielberg and J. J. Abrams.

They took my Merlin license away. To get it back, I must complete the witch trials. Okay, so I have to pass a few magical trials. No big deal. Right? Wrong. The trials are treacherous, ominous, and deadly. I'm not prepared for such brutal, magical tests, but I can't stop. Stopping means failure, and too many people are counting on me. But then the worst happens. While I'm trying to focus on the trials, the local baker in Hollow Cove is poisoned and killed. And someone I care about is blamed.

It's the annual Night Festival in Hollow Cove, a paranormal festival extravaganza that lasts for five nights and features a multitude of powerful faces in our paranormal circles. There's only one little problem. Someone ends up dead. And I'm the one accused of murder. As my life spirals down the crapper once again, things between me and Marcus are even more confusing than ever before - hot - but ridiculously confusing. And to add to my wondrous good fortune - something or someone is trying to kill me.

Hollow Cove was never a dangerous city. Weird and eccentric, maybe. But not dangerous. Until now. A new magic threatens our paranormal community and competes for dominance. Something awakens in the night, and it's a real stinker. Not kidding. I'm a Merlin now, and my plan is simple - get in, protect my family and friends, and defeat this new evil. But it's never that simple. One small misstep could lead to disaster.

Family drama is something Lutece Choate struggles to avoid. With a mother who's an award-winning country western song writer, an aunt who's a Country Music Hall of Famer, and a brother who's a rock star, it hasn't exactly been a low-key kind of life, and she's ready for a break.

Never in my 30 years did I think my new normal would be a gig as a soul collector's assistant - slave really - where I help stockpile souls from the miserable mortals who sell them to him. The demon thinks he can control me, but I plan on doing things differently...my way. But we all know it's never that easy or that simple, especially in my life.