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Fighting to protect their mates, these shifters refuse to relent.
They’re gruff, they’re warriors, they’re enemies, and they’ll be brought to their knees by the women who own their hearts. Expect a secret child, friends-to-lovers, high stakes, and laughs.
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Life’s a witch, and then you die.
Unless you’re me.
One hundred forty years in, my body won’t quit. Sure, I’m slower than I used to be, and I can’t complete a simple task without setting off a chain reaction of pain in my joints. But my heart keeps on ticking.
Immortality is my curse. It’s also my greatest blessing.
I’ve lived long enough to see my daughter come back from the dead. But she’s not the only magical being to show up in Marshmallow.
There’s trouble like our magical little town has never seen.
I fear my coven of fledgling witches aren’t prepared for the battle ahead. I must rise to the challenge or risk losing my coven, my town, and my daughter for the second time.
Brianna didn't want anything to do with magic. That didn't stop her from transforming into a chicken.
Finding freedom is just as difficult as finding love.
With my mates and my sister at my side, I thought I could do anything. Unfortunately, dark forces are proving that belief to be untrue.
We’ve been through so much already, but when Geard’s people kidnap the sister of one of my mates, I’m left with difficult choices, and my powers aren’t giving me direction.
I don’t want to run or hide anymore, so we’re taking the fight to our enemy’s doorstep. The only way to find peace and stop looking over my shoulder is to end this threat once and for all. If my mates and I are going to get our chance at happiness, either my enemy has to die, or I do.
I won’t let it be me.
Nightmares come to life, leading the witches of Marshmallow to turn to Jen. Too bad her dream magic is anything but predictable.
People suck. Magic sucks harder.
After a two-decade marriage ends with my husband’s disappearance, I’m left to wonder: did he run off with another woman? Or is he dead?
And which one is worse?
Before I can answer that, I turn into a chicken. A real one. The kind that fears KFC.
I want nothing to do with Marshmallow’s magic community, but somehow, I keep getting pulled into its drama.
There are only two choices—keep hiding from the new reality of my life, or embrace the weird, the magic, and the feathers.
It’s taken forty-three years for me to become the person I was always meant to be. Chicken shifter, witch, or whatever the new me is, I’m going to rock it. Anyone who doesn’t like it can cluck off.
I knew hot flashes were supposed to be hot, but I didn't expect flames.
One day I'm in anger management, normalizing the cordial hate between me and my husband.
The next, we're divorced, and he has taken both our house and the business we built together. I'm 40 years old and living above our empty restaurant, plotting my next move.
And then the world around starts lighting up - literally catching on fire. I'm starting to think my defining characteristic may not be my snark or my cupcake-baking prowess, but spontaneous combustion.
I'm done suppressing my anger. I'm done playing by other people's rules. Ready to take the reins on my destiny, I'm making the choices I used to be too afraid to make. Like my favorite cast iron skillet, women get better with age. And at 40, I know exactly who I am and what I want.
I'll embrace the fire and the fury. This is my life, and I'm in control.
Save a vampire...ride a cowboy.
Omniscient Aubrey’s supposed to know everything. Her supernatural vampire senses give her enough to fake it 'til she makes it with her Tarot gig. She knows there’s a shifter in town who is meant to be her mate. She knows what he looks like, and how to avoid staring too long at his tight butt in Wranglers. But she also knows love’s the least of her worries when her creepy-ass sire shows up and starts wreaking havoc.
Joe doesn’t know what to make of the fiery vampire who stumbles up to his doorstep, weak from some kind of magical ailment. But it’s love at first bite for Joe and Aubrey. And when a bad guy is intent on hurting her, dependable Joe will of course be first in line to protect the sexy little vamp. Protecting his heart, though, is another matter entirely.
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Scrapbooking is magic, and so am I. Or at least I would be, if I could take a freaking nap already.
What kind of dream witch can’t even make herself fall asleep? A tired witch. A middle-aged, raising-her-teenage-son-alone witch.
I’m supposed to keep the magic world a secret. I’m supposed to dream the future. But supposed-to’s are for suckers. At forty-one, I’m done with doubt. And I’m not about to let anyone else tell me what I can or can’t do.
My life is a scrapbook, a collection of adventures, each one leading to the next until every page is full. I’m learning, adapting, growing. Armed with my sleepy sloth tea and my golden spork, and with my coven by my side, I’ll take on every challenge that comes my way.
Nightmares better watch their backs, because I’ll be sporking them.