I always knew my shoe obsession would be the death of me. But I never guessed that murder would be involved. My name is Raelynn Kitt. My friends call me Rae. My ex calls me Kitten, which is only one of the many reasons he's my ex. But that's not important. I have a confession to make. I'm Rae, and I'm a shoe-aholic. There are no church basement support groups for my addiction. No first-year chips to mark my progress in kicking the habit. Which wouldn't matter anyway since I haven't conquered it. Not even close. In fact, I blame my addiction for the recent chaotic turn of events in my life. Yeah, Karma is a jerk, and she just took a chunk out of my backside. All because I couldn't walk past that cute little shoe store on the corner of Main and Fetter. That was where a woman popped out of nowhere and died at my feet. Where the last words out of her mouth were to call me a Traveler. Hm. Then there's Justice....

I wish my job as a magical librarian was just about shuffling books and shushing people from behind a desk. Alas, the magic I wrangle requires a bit more than shuffling and shushing. And to make things worse, I have a frog and a cat, and I have no idea how to use them!Sure, I understand, we all have bills to pay. Personally, I could use a bit of extra cash too. But I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t kill for it. At least…not without dark magic influence. And that’s exactly the problem. Dark. Magic. Influence.My first challenge for the day is finding that artifact and putting it under lock and key before it kills anybody else. My second challenge is figuring out how to deal with a bossy frog and a pushy cat. Which of the two do you suppose will give me the bigger headache? Yeah. That’s what I think too. The frog and cat are going to be the death of my sanity. Maybe I should put them under lock and key too.

Okay, I’ll admit it, this is my least favorite time of year. Yeah, I understand the magic of the season…I get that…but most people don’t have jobs that involve wrangling magic. During the last three months of the year magical influences run rampant. And that means a lot more work for me. And this year is the worst of all. Why, you ask? Because I’m not only trying to wrangle the out-of-control magic artifacts flying around all over the place. This year, I also have to try to keep a magical cat and a talking frog out of trouble. Goddess take the wheel. Things are about to get really ugly. **

* Psst! Can I tell you a secret? Midlife is a c-r-a-z-y ride. Not what I expected at all. But, I’m having a ton of fun in between the…you know…near death experiences and bladder-testing moments of complete terror. Curse, curse, swear! How did midlife get so out of control? All I wanted was to make my own mark on the world. Start my own business and celebrate the end of an uninspiring marriage. Instead, I have a bat in my belfry. Not a metaphor…a REAL bat. The woods in my back yard is full of something dark from my nightmares. I’ve got a mysterious and sexy neighbor who seems to appear out of nowhere and knows more about my life than he should. And my best friends? Yeah, they’re witches. What the..? My life has become a carnival and I’m sitting at the OhMyGoddessNo! spot on the most heart-stopping roller coaster. Things are getting hairier than my chin. And midlife is definitely not shaping up to be the calm and graceful phase I’d been expecting. But, I’ve got a good grip on my granny panties and I’m taking the ride. What could possibly go wrong?

“My name is Nicola. And I don’t know who I am anymore. I’ve been thrown into a whirlwind of lies and danger. My entire existence is a deceit. Even the illusion of safety has been torn from me, leaving me raw and functioning on pure adrenalin. It seems I can trust only one person. A man…whose forest green gaze makes my already upside down world wobble a little on its axis. This is my story. It’s a story of hate and greed and violence. But it’s also a story of love and hope and fighting for what you believe in. I can’t let the war I find myself in define me. Or I’ll be no better than the shadowy figures who are trying to take us down.”

Deer Hollow's new mayor has a past. He portrays himself as a distinguished member of the community. But Joey isn't buying what he's selling. It might have something to do with the dead body draped over his breakfast table. Lord Acton once said, "Power corrupts, and absolute power corrupts absolutely." I wouldn't know. I have no power. My name is Joey and I'm an unabashed bumpkin. I live in a quaint and quirky country town named Deer Hollow. We're pretty simple and laid back in the Hollow. But that doesn't mean the occasional murder can't happen here. It's just that when it does, it seems more surprising somehow. Especially when a corpse turns up in the mayor's kitchen. (Psst! If you're keeping track, he does have power.) But don't worry, we're on it. By "we" I mean me, the Greek deity (my boyfriend Hal), and my sweet Pitbull Caphy. Yeah, I didn't include my snooty Siamese cat, LaLee or our adorable pot-bellied pig Ethel...

Moon Madness has hit Croakies like an out-of-control freight train. My demon dog is howling at the moon. Somebody ate one of my neighbors. And things are falling apart in the city of Enchanted. Buckle up lunar lovers. This ride is about to get bumpy.

The Pied Piper shall lead them all astray...A captured audience helpless to its sway. The pipe's infectious music bids them come...and come they will...two by two or one by one. Just when I thought my life couldn't get any weirder, life upped the strangeness quota to a never-before-seen level. When a long line of critters, dazed and seemingly oblivious, marched past Croakies, I knew we had a situation on our hands. Actually...if you counted being unwillingly affianced to a big old pink ogre...I had more than one situation. Le sigh. Then someone died. A king declared war on Enchanted. And my situation became a crisis. It would be up to me to find the perpetrator and bring him to justice while wrangling the rogue pipe artifact he used for his nefarious deeds. Buffalo buttocks! I really do need a vacation.

A mystery that was never solved. An impossible connection. Murder doesn't always stay in the past. And magic rarely misses a chance to flourish. There are a lot of things from my childhood at Candlefly Lake that, at the time, felt magical to me. Memories acknowledged with a child's easy acceptance bear a unique kind of charm. But as my childhood memories were dragged through the filter of an adult's rigid practicality...magic was, necessarily, rejected. Transforming it from reality into a situation that must have been misunderstood. Growing up along its gentle shores, I'd never believed Candlefly Lake would lose its magic. I'd been right. And I'd been wrong.

Ancient Chinese proverb says, give cat mouse and give frog fly, they'll soothe your monsters so you won't die. Okay, maybe I just made that up. But I'll try anything at this point. Croakies is suddenly being overrun by monsters. Yeah. Monsters. And I have no clue where they're coming from. Are they tied to something we've done in the past? Do they have anything to do with the strange phone calls I've been getting from a really prickly local author? Most importantly, how are we going to explain to the humans about the appearance of a certain giantnormous blue monster flinging car-sized cookies around? Where did all these squirrel squattin' songbirds come from? And, for the love of the goddess's favorite spanks, why is there ice all over the floor? Sigh. The frog and the cat? Yeah, they're really pretty useless on this one. But at least they're living the good life thanks to my tireless efforts to feed, house, and clean up after...

Not since the days when Vlad the Impaler rampaged the quaint countryside of Wallachia Romania, has anyone deserved to go to prison more than George Shulz. Unfortunately, we have to prove he did something wrong first. Self-proclaimed sociopathic lawyer George Shulz is a cross between a "get off my lawn" guy and Hannibal Lecter. A less likable individual would be hard to find in Deer Hollow. So, when he's arrested at the site of a recent murder involving a missing deer, Shulz's car, and a body with a clear set of tire tracks painting his backside, there doesn't seem to be much question whether he's guilty. Everybody wants him to be. Unfortunately, for everybody, Shulz keeps insisting he didn't do it. And worse, he wants me, Joey Fulle, and my boyfriend Hal, the PI, to prove his innocence. I really just have a hankerin' to grab a pitchfork and join the lynch mob. Unfortunately for me, Hal and his brother Cal are on the job,...

Independence is the most important thing to LA…but can she live with herself if her freedom ends up costing her family their lives?She’d watched a friend succumb to the smothering control of another magical user. She’d made a promise to herself it would never happen to her. For centuries her family has worn the badge of Familiar proudly, serving a long line of powerful Witches and becoming as formidable as the ones they served. But LA doesn’t believe she needs a Familiar alliance to be strong.Until people she cares about begin disappearing…turning up dead.Until a powerful and handsome male Witch walks into her life and forges an inadvertent magic bond while trying to save her life.Now she finds herself in exactly the position she never wanted. But she quickly realizes she can’t save her friends and family alone. So it comes down to losing her independence or watching everyone she cares about...

The heart holds the potential for great love...and a deadly need to protect it. Killer love potion? Really? I don't have enough trouble dealing with a cranky assistant, a mouthy frog, an opinionated cat, and a hobgoblin who thinks getting smacked upside the head is the best kind of fun? Now I'm dealing with a love potion that turns a delightful human emotion into a death sentence. Banshee bunions! As if I didn't already have enough trouble with my love life. Now I have to save someone else from dying of love. This magical librarian gig is going to be the death of me. Or...you know...of someone else.