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Spring has sprung, and I'm finally getting out of town with my monster-hunting boyfriend. However, our cozy little rental cabin in the woods turns out to have a serious problem—an angry leprechaun infestation. Before we can get back to our romantic rendezvous, we have to prove we didn't steal a magic hat. Piece of cake, right?

Betwixt is a collection of the in-between. Catch up with Holly, Scarlet, and all of your Beechwood Harbor friends in this anthology of short stories.

After catching her food columnist boyfriend cheating, Andrea Wickham figured her Christmas was already ruined. But things go from bad to bah humbug when he publishes a vindictive review that throws her magical bakery’s busiest season into jeopardy. On top of that, she desperately needs to finish writing her third cookbook, and her creative muse has gone into early hibernation. With her deadline looming, Andrea takes a chance on a house swap vacation to small-town Vermont, hoping the fresh air and snowy landscapes will cast a winter spell and coax the muse back into action.

Nothing says "small-town journalism" like stumbling over a corpse. The magic from the amplification stones is gone, and we have no idea where to find it, but by a stroke of luck, we meet a fairy who might. Unfortunately, she's got a problem of her own. The deal is simple enough: we shut down the...

I've always wanted to meet a mermaid, but when I finally get my chance on New Year's Eve, the circumstances are far darker than I'd imagined. One of the mermaids isn't what she appears to be, and if I don't find a way to break the spell, she will never be herself again. With strange magic in the air and a dangerous force lurking in the shadows, I have to find the truth and keep myself from being the next one to wind up caught in the sorcerer's web.

Christmas in Winterspell means ice skating, hot cocoa by the barrel, and frosted gingerbread houses. I was almost looking forward to it. The merriment screeches to a halt when two elves show up, claiming to have been sent by Santa himself, on a mission to track down an ancient grimoire. A grimoire with the power of Christmas itself woven through the pages. Without it, Christmas isn't happening, and Santa himself is in grave danger. Could Winterspell hold the key to saving Christmas?

Holly’s big break just became her biggest nightmare. With her potions shop officially open, Holly heads to the San Francisco Haven for a televised competition, going wand-to-wand with the country’s most elite masters. What should be a career-defining moment quickly sours when Haven Council...

A reality dating show is filming next door to our rental digs, and besides the giggly pool parties and late night soirees, things are tolerable. At least, until a contestants goes belly - and fabulous ball gown - up in the pool. Suddenly, our vacation suddenly takes a backseat to a murder investigation. 

The Beechwood Inn for paranormal beings is opening its doors once again, and the first event following the hiatus is a fairy godmother conference. When the godmothers arrive, I expect them to bust out their knitting projects and sip tea, while they swap recipes and sweet stories of their cherubic charges. So, when the sitting room turns into a defensive magic combat zone and a boot camp style obstacle course is erected in the manor's backyard, I'm more than a little thrown off. Then the curse gets unleashed.

Life in Winterspell is pretty idyllic, even during the peak of tourist season. At least, it was—until a psychic serial killer escapes from a supernatural prison and arrives in town. And something tells me she’s not here for the summer jam band showcase. In a twist of fate that could only happen to me, my familiar has been pen pals with the wanted killer, putting us right in her crosshairs.

Nothing ruins a rehearsal dinner quite like a passive-aggressive toast from the unhappy mother of the groom. Things go from bad to yikes when she’s found reduced to a pile of ashes and couture and the bride is pegged as the one wielding the wooden stake. After years spent working the birthday party and baby shower circuit, Anastasia Winters finally has a corner office and a host of supernatural clients all begging her to plan their special day. But following a brush of bad luck, she finds herself on the brink of losing it all.

After 20-plus years in the land of the not-so-living, I didn't think a ghost could surprise me. Consider that winning streak over. While looking for the perfect piece of Seattle real estate, leave it to me to find the world's first ghost detective. Yeah, you heard that right. A ghost detective. The Supernatural Protection Agency has written her off as the ghost who cries murder, but this time she swears she's onto something big. Something real. Like a moth to a bonfire, I dive in headfirst, just in time for the trouble she's been following to take a U-turn.

When Aunt Lavender claims she’s found the location of the lost city of Atlantis, I agree to join her quest—a decision I quickly come to regret when we end up magically shipwrecked on a mysterious island. Even worse, it’s inhabited by a secret sisterhood of witches who make us feel about as welcome as a swarm of mosquitoes at a garden party. It turns out the lack of hospitality is the least of our problems when one member is poisoned.

Sometimes a graveside goodbye isn't the end. That's usually when I get a middle of the night phone call. In this case, the person seeking help from their friendly neighborhood reaper is none other than the director of Beechwood's funeral home. Who may be more of a frenemy than a friend. Oops. Here's to hoping I can help rid the funeral home of its latest unwanted guest without burning the last bits of kindling on the bridge back to Karla's good graces. After all, if there's one person you want on your side, it's a summoner of the dead.

The truth of what happened to Aunt Lavender has finally been dragged into the light—so why does everything feel darker than before? With the help of Selene and an unexpected ally, we have one final mission to accomplish. It's not going to be easy, but we're not going down without a fight.

Tracking down Aunt Lavender's kidnapper is proving to be more difficult than running through a swimming pool filled with peanut butter. Every lead we uncover ends with more questions than answers.

Magical archivist Marren Byrne thought she had her life figured out. She spends her days restoring ancient grimoires and leather-bound tomes, and goes home to her cozy mountain home and sassy feline familiar. The only downside? Her unrequited crush on her boss—a secret she guards more closely than the rare manuscripts in her care. But when a holiday house swap drops her into the heart of Hecate’s Kitchen, the secret magical district inside Los Angeles, she realizes she’s been sleepwalking through her own story.

Have you ever wished your cat could talk to you? If so, allow my story to be your cautionary tale. After a stunning betrayal knocks me for a loop, I don't know who I can trust. The trail to finding Aunt Lavender is warmer than ever—but also more dangerous. Can a visit to the local psychic provide the final clue? Or will her inclinations land us in the crosshairs of the kidnapper? There's only one way to find out, and all I can hope is the crystal ball is clear enough to light the way.

Scarlet Sanderson sees dead people. Literally. As a reluctant conduit between the land of the living and the dearly departed, she is doing her best to have a life of her own.

When your father is a literal monster, the last place you want to go is home. Unfortunately, I wasn’t given much of a choice. Following a five-year exile, I’m back in my childhood bedroom. Only, this time, there are silver bars on all the windows and vault locks on the doors. In lieu of a homecoming party, my father is hosting a barbaric tournament to determine who will win my hand in marriage. And really, who wouldn’t want to spend the rest of their limitless days with a blood-thirsty vampire fresh from a cage match?