Divorce comes as a relief when you discover your husband is a walking cliche and having an affair with a woman half your age. When life gives you
lemons... give yourself a magical makeover!
One day I'm married, living in the triangle, and working as a head nurse at one of the country's best hospitals.
The next, I've shed a hundred and seventy-five pounds of idiot and find myself encountering ghosts, dragons and pixies while taking care of a sick patient.
Losing my sanity didn't seem like the worst thing to happen since I moved back home with my mom and nana.
But I have to make the best of this mess for the sake of my children. And I refuse to give my ex the satisfaction of knowing he literally drove me crazy.
I didn't mind rolling with the punches... I just never imagined those hits would come in the form of magic. Witches, shifters, and Fae don't exist, right?
This new world I've discovered is dangerous. The Tainted want to kill me, innocent paranormals want my help, and the son of Hades needs me to find demons.
Give me an Ibuprofen and watch out. I'm not about to stand by and let someone else ruin my life. I'm a middle-aged woman on a brand-new mission, and nothing's going to stop me.
I’m ditching my Spanx, owning my laugh lines and ready for anything.
I’ve been asked to find a missing ghost and her enchanted sewing machine. Myrna is still out there causing problems and killing witches. And a member of my new coven is missing. Of course, I’m expected to fix it all.
I’m a middle-aged mom and multitasker extraordinaire, so this should be easy. I want to throat punch whoever made that saying up. There is nothing simple about tackling ten problems at once, even if they’re mundane ones.
Before I can get to my growing to-do list, I'm smack dab in the middle of a demon invasion. And, just my luck, the sexy son of Hades is back in the Underworld and not there with his mystical mojo.
To stop to the Tainted from destroying my town, I’ve got to face my fears and leap without a safety net. But, don’t worry. I’ve got this. After all, I’m raising a teenaged daughter on my own.
There is no sign that things will settle anytime soon. Apparently, the new status quo is being in the thick of it again and again with turmoil at every turn. I’m going to need another glass of wine.
Hot flashes? They're nothing when you have a Hellmouth to create...
Demons are overrunning my hometown of Camden, but they're messing with the wrong peri-menopausal witch. After twenty years with my ex, delivering supernatural smack-downs is my pleasure.
But my to-do list is growing and I've more to tackle than just these demons. A ghoul needs my help, and I still have Objects of Power to locate. Ghostly invaders have taken over the private dimension my familiar needs to gather with her kind, and I promised my best friend she'd have a familiar of her own so I need to find a way to evict these wayward phantasms and keep my word.
Oh, and my son arrives for a visit from college and discovers my secrets. And it turns out he has a whopper of his own.
Then, just when I think I may never get a chance to cool off in front of my freezer ever again, a simple trip to the grocery store ends with me in the hospital fighting for my life.
Do I miss my old, predictable life? Not for one second. I may be on the brink, but I'm still determined to own my new power. And I'm going to prove to everyone that Hattie didn't make a mistake by naming me her heir.
Popcorn strands, holly berries, and twinkly lights. Add a little magic and the holiday season will be perfect, right?
'Tis the season and I'm setting the stage. But even with all the trimmings, I know better than to think everything will run smoothly.
I've promised an invitation to Fate and it's never a good idea to keep such a powerful being waiting, but my festive frenzy keeps getting interrupted.
Removing curses and humoring carolers are the last things I should be doing when I've also just learned that I have to make room at the Yule Dinner table.
For whom? Oh, just Hades, God of the freaking Underworld and father of the man in my bed.
I didn't have time for the normal chaos in my life, but this is a new extreme. It's impossible to make a good impression when I barely remember my name.
My power is hours away from turning me into a vegetable, my house is a mess, and suddenly my ex-husband has some demands of his own.
Not today, Satan.
Nothing will ruin these holidays for me and my family.
If you need a magical mystery solved, apparently I'm your gal. As the go-to private detective for the supernatural community, I've got every shifter, fae, and ghoul knocking on my door. Now the local vampires have decided to test me by leaving a dead shifter in a public park.
Ever handled a pack of shifters looking for revenge? It's not pretty. And right now, I don't have the time to settle a feud. I have to get to New Orleans and find a necromancer to help me pull my ghoul's soul from the other side. In classic mom fashion, I put my foot down and force the vampires to give up the killer so I can finally head out of town.
The Crescent City springs more surprises on me than a jack-in-the-box and I'm on a roll from the moment we touch down. I accidentally unleash centuries-old magic on a plantation owned by six mundie sisters, and then I'm off and running through the swamps just to evade demons and more vampires.
After I'm forced to seek the help of the infamous Marie Leveau, I'm officially fed up. My best friend is fighting for her life, and by the time I get to the necromancer, I have to stop one of the Houdun Loa from hijacking my attempt to bring Selene's spirit across.
Whatever happens next, I've made it clear to every magical being in bayou country why it's a very bad idea to underestimate me.