Kirjahaku

Good parenting advice: Only allow your small frog, cat, and hobgoblin limited and supervised television time, or risk stunting their mental and physical growth.Yeah, it might already be too late for that...It seemed like good, innocent fun. A trip back to a simpler time, a fun jaunt to the "good old days". It turned out to be anything but harmless. The "kids" loved the old, black and white shows. But, per usual at Croakies, things devolved quickly, transforming "quiet" time into a heart-pounding adventure. And of course, as you'd expect, the frog, the cat, and the hobgoblin are right in the middle of it all. I'm a total derf at this whole parenting thing. And my "children" are brats. Holy flippin' frog flatulence. So much for the good old days...

She's just a country girl who loves her dog...and her cat...and her pig. But a cold-blooded killer might suck the sweet right out of her bucolic little world. Pence Lucklin has always had the luck of the Irish, though he's about as far from Irish as you can get. It is, after all, how he got his nickname, Lucky Lucklin. But it appears that his luck has run out in a big way. That's putting it mildly, I guess. Since Lucky just turned up dead, hanging from a tool hook at my family's auction business. Was Lucky's death meant as a warning for me? Could this mean the return of an old villain? Will Hal and I be called on to help the local Deer Hollow police find a killer?In the end, luck probably won't have much to do with the outcome. Luck can be made. And as death stalks the people I love, I'm fully prepared to force the hand of fate and create my own luck. Or die trying.

How in the name of the goddess's favorite sports bra am I going to do this Magical Librarian job? I have no idea what I'm doing. And the woman who's supposed to be training me is...well, let's just say she's distracted and leave it at that. I guess I'll bumble through. It's become something of a trademark move for me. My name is Naida Griffith and I'm a sorceress. I actually found that out not too long ago. I've lived with an undefined something burning in my belly for a while, feeling as if something wasn't quite right under my skin. Then, on my eighteenth birthday, I started getting headaches. Bad ones. And random stuff started following me around. Recently I was approached by a group called the Soci t of Dire Magic to become Keeper of the Artifacts. A magical librarian. Given that magical artifacts have taken to following me around, I decided I might have an aptitude for the job. So I said yes. But in the first few days, I've been flogged by flip flops, bludgeoned by gnomes, and discovered a corpse in a suitcase. Then there's the woman who's supposed to be training me. She's...interesting. Will I survive the training long enough to get the job as an artifact librarian? You might as well ask me if a caterpillar gets manis or pedis. Who knows? But I know one thing for sure. This gig is hard. I'm going to do my best to succeed. Or die trying.

I'm Glynn Forester and I'm Magis. More. I enhance and strengthen magical energy. My power augments rather than creates. But sometimes More is not enough.My world is fractured between magic and non-magic. The magical elite rule. And they are ruthless and corrupt. They want what I protect. But protecting it has been my family's job for time before time. So I hide. I hide from those who would attempt to use my abilities for unscrupulous purposes. I hide to save innocents from their venom. But something's changing. The world around me is pulsing with malevolent magic, I realize I no longer have the luxury of anonymity. It's hard to give up my old ways. But I may not have a choice. Others will need my help. And if I deny them I'll be no better than those who threaten my world. Will my magic make a difference in this new reality? I can offer Magis. More. But will it be enough? And will there be anything left of me when it's done?

She's just a girl with a dog, a cat, and a pig. And since she's been drafted into helping her boyfriend scare his younger brother straight, she's a girl who's suddenly glad she's an only child.Hal's younger brother has been banished to Deer Hollow because of his proclivity for getting into trouble. Hal's parents are hoping he'll take the kid under his wing and straighten him out. But Asher Amity has a knack for finding trouble, and it doesn't take him long to find it in Deer Hollow. When Asher steps into a steaming pile of murder and treachery, Hal and Joey are destined to get dragged into the mess with him. Who knew how dangerous babysitting could be?

The heart holds the potential for great love...and a deadly need to protect it.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.

Auctus...Augment: A portal protector and her baby gargoyle, a guardian daemon, a hellhound, and a witch. Together, they must survive in a strange land filled with unknown monsters. Combined they must be strong enough to defy an elite group of magical terrorists. They are Auctus, augmenting the magic flowing through her world...but will they be enough?I'm Glynn Forester. I'm Magis. More. Recently, in an attempt to save my friends and home from the Body, a group of elite magical terrorists, I accidentally dragged them all through the portal I'm charged with protecting. We ended up in a place where monsters thrive and nothing is familiar. Survival is our first order of business. I need to figure out how to provide food, clothing, and shelter to the people I brought with me. Though the power of this new place sings through my veins, filling me with magical purpose, I'm in way over my head. I don't know how to take care of so many people. I was barely scraping by just taking care of myself and Boyle, my baby gargoyle. And then there's Hawk, a powerful daemon guardian whose touch turns my bones to goo. And Nicht, his faithful Hellhound, who is fierce and deadly, unless he's giving a certain baby gargoyle horsey-back rides across my living room. How am I going to keep my people safe? How will I save my friends who we were forced to leave behind? What will I do about the Body? And the portal? And Grams? And...so much more? One thing is clear. My relatively safe, slightly boring little world is gone, gone, gone. And I am up to my eyeballs in challenges I have no idea how to meet. This should be interesting.

It's definitely curtains for May's client. He's exited Stage Left for the last time. May Ferth just wants to do a good job in her role as fake girlfriend. But there are strange goings on at the funeral. Shifty characters whispering secrets in shadowed corners, and a truly yummy advocate for the dead guy implying that May might have had something to do with his friend's unscripted exit. May might be a thirty-three-year-old ex-community theater actress on her second career, but she comes from a family of cops. And, despite her talent for acting, she has a lot more Detective in her than Diva. The villain thinks he can threaten her and she'll fold like last week's panned play. Clearly, he hasn't read the day's script changes. May and her little dog Shakespeare are on the case. Though, they might take a little direction from the Private Investigator who believes that May's client was murdered, and fully intends to prove it.

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?

I'm discovering that glossing over that whole "epicenter of a magical vortex" thing when I took this Lares job was a mistake. Looking back, that now seems like important information. Whoever said midlife was a time for reflection and relaxation clearly wasn't an ancient guardian deity. I'd just started to think I was getting a handle on this whole Lares thing, and then the earth decided to open up into a giant, fiery hole of evil nastiness. Talk about your hot flashes Add in a deadly new ally, a magical weapon I'm pretty sure I'll never get the hang of, and being forced to play "Where's the Voodoo Queen" while trying to deal with everything else...well...let's just say that crepey skin is probably the least of my worries.

Don't ever let anyone tell you that getting on the wrong side of a curse is a small thing. Even when you think you've got a handle on them, those suckers have a way of jumping up and chewing on your nose before flinging you into the pits of Hell. Have you ever heard of a Groundhog Day curse? Yeah, I hadn't either. Until somebody put one on a certain goth teenager, who means a lot to me. I'm determined to find the source of Wanda's curse and fix it. But the timetable for that becomes greatly accelerated when she goes missing, and I get a vision of her begging for help. Not good. The curse has just gone from inconvenient to deadly. Unfortunately, the path to saving Wanda is long, twisted, and fraught with challenges. Did I say challenges? Silly me. We only need to overcome an array of murderous sea monsters. A legendarily wicked crone. Corrupt, power-hungry witches and a cadre of deadly demons. Piece of cake, right? Sigh... I've only been on the job for a couple of months, and already I need a vacation.

One of the great things about midlife is having the experience and knowledge that comes from decades of navigating jerks and mansplainers. Unfortunately, I had nothing in my repertoire to help me deal with a true Trickster. Amid magical mushrooms, ghosts popping up in unexpected places, dangerous predators, strange pregnancies, barking cats, meowing dogs, and an endless array of other weirdness, I'm facing a foe unlike any I've encountered before as Lares of Rome. My new enemy is determined to destroy my dominion and he doesn't care who he takes out in the effort. He probably doesn't realize it yet, but he's in for a curse, swear, curse of a battle. It's going to take the combined effort of an entire town and all of my council and allies, but I have no intention of giving my people over to the type of madness the Trickster generates.

Sometimes the only decision you can make is the wrong one. Then, all you can hope for is that two wrongs DO make a right. Also, don't mess with Dave.Someone has taken fairy Queen Sindra and all the fae and locked them away. For their safe return, the villain is demanding the most powerful artifact in existence. Unfortunately, the artifact is in the protective custody of The Universe, which is the main governing body for all magic. It's being protected by a powerful magician, a three-headed anti-mythological feline, and a guy named Dave. Don't ask me about the Dave thing. I don't have a clue. The only way we can save the entire fae population is to get our hands on that artifact. Our journey promises to be epic. Alas, it doesn't promise to be successful. Any way I look at it, things stand a really good chance of going horribly, epically wrong. Good thing I'm used to things going hideously wrong. In fact, it's become something of a signature move for me.