Something is very wrong with the Fitzwilliam estate . . .It was supposed to be a regular séance job.But from the minute I met an angry ghost in the hall, I knew there wasn’t going to be anything ordinary about this house or its dead residents. First of all, there were way too many of them. Second, some of them had been helped along from living to dead. Third, my attempt to figure out what was going on got a bit sidetracked when I met the ga...

I try to be an easygoing kind of guy, but sometimes things happen that really throw you for a loop. It turns out that meeting a certain badger shifter is one of those things.I'd agreed to pick him up at the airport to help out a friend, and I had no idea what I'd gotten myself into. I figured I'd pick him up, drop him off at his hotel, and that would be that. Instead, I can't stop thinking about him—and it doesn't help that he keeps texting me, asking for my help.The other ...

I moved halfway across the country for this guy—knowing that he wasn't interested. And that's probably not even the stupidest thing I've ever done.The stupidest thing I've ever done is seriously contemplate telling him that I'm falling in love with him. While also trying to find a job and keep my new coworkers from finding out that I'm a shifter. In a small town where everybody knows everybody else . . . except me.The same small town where Elliot's dad was murdered, where

Everything was finally going well. I had a job I liked, a man I loved, and a future we were building together.And then the past came back to haunt me—and now I have to go back to the house in Appalachia where my parents had made my childhood a living hell. Where Noah and I had been broken, over and over, as the people who were supposed to love and protect us tried to turn us into something we weren't and would never be.It was a place I'd never wanted to go again.But...

There was a poltergeist on the stairs.And she wasn't the only one.The house was full of restless spirits—all of them killed by the Antiquus Ordo Arcanum, a secret society that didn't seem to care much for the welfare of either the living or the dead. And Mason and I—along with Hart and Sylvia—are right in the middle of it. Again.If that weren't enough, Mason's nephew, Jackson, is starting to have nightmares, and when you're from a family of witches,...

Some days, an elf can't get a break.I'm overworked, underpaid, and underappreciated, and up to my lavender eyeballs in missing and murdered shifters. To make matters worse, I've acquired a dog.Sort of.He's not actually a dog. I don't know his name or anything about him other than the fact that he's mostly hairless and is blind in one eye—and he's a witness to one of the unsolved shifter murders that's keeping me up at night. We found him at a crime ...

Sometimes dreams aren't just dreams . . .The boy begging for help in my nightmares is very real. He's trapped, and it's up to me and Mason to get him out. The trouble is, we have to find him first.It would be a lot easier if we weren't also trying to solve a series of magical murders and deal with my horrible ex-boyfriend at the same time.Oh, and on top of that, I'm trying to make this relationship work, but that's not the easiest thing to do when y...

I . . . have issues.I know. Who'd have thought that a jaded ex-cop elf would have problems with emotional commitment and self-esteem?Yeah, me, too.I'm trying to work on that. I've also got a new job, new boss, and a pile of bones I'm trying to identify while not stepping on too many official police-business toes. To top things off, it looks like the Antiquus Ordo Arcanum aren't the only murdering cult making my life a living hell.I'm in the ...

Nothing can prepare you for the phone call from your best friend telling you his dad was murdered. But here I am, getting on a plane to fly halfway across the country to hold his hand and hope to hell that I'm not walking into a complete disaster. Who am I kidding?The police think Gregory Crane killed himself, but Elliot is sure they're wrong. And the dead man can't tell us what happened, so I'm going to have to use good old-fashioned detective work to figure this ...