I'm living Murphy's Law with a magical twist.
If something can go wrong, it will. Monsters show up. And then I die.
And then I die again, and again, and again.
I'm stuck in a time loop, and the mistakes I have to fix aren't even mine. Some idiot in the coven causes a hiccup in my plans, and I have to start over.
The only person who will listen to me isn't a person at all. It's a ceramic garden gnome.
It's possible I lost my marbles on the road to Marshmallow.
But if I can't figure out how to manipulate this ragtag group of witches into making the right choices, I know where this loop takes me.
To the end of the world.

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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.
This box set contains the first three books in the Werewolves of Greenville City series.
Warrior
Scoundrel
Brawler

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.
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Nightmares come to life, leading the witches of Marshmallow to turn to Jen. Too bad her dream magic is anything but predictable. 

 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.
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