Scarlett Prynne is new in town, but that won't stop trouble from finding the young witch. It always does. Before her brother kicked her through a magical portal that eventually landed her in nowhere Tonopah, Nevada, he called her an agent of chaos. But let's be fair. Our Scarlett doesn't create problems. Her magic just attracts it in all shapes and furry sizes. Like her familiar, Runeclaw. The black cat's tongue is as sharp as his nails, and he has a snark that can cut through just about anything. This time though, trouble was already here.

When three local bullies pick on Iron Hills dwarf Eiravel (Val) Stonehold, she naturally defends herself. Why is she the only one who gets thrown out of the tavern after the brawl? On her way home, two bumbling dragons in human form, Axl and Livius, accost her and hand her a letter. What can the new Eternal Queen Julie possibly want with her? As it turns out, the queen wants her body.

Deputy US Marshal Cait Keane is a Witch with a Badge—and a Dragon for a partner. The Boston office tour will have to wait—her first day on the job in her new appointment is canceled to pursue a federal fugitive, a magical with a penchant for fire. She'll need her gun and her wand to take him down. What will her team think of having a magical on board? When a federal judge is killed, she discovers she's in the middle of a territorial battle between criminal organizations. The killer is a magical, or working with one, which makes Cait the perfect Marshal to take them down.

By day, Anastasia "Stacy" Drakethorn wields her Juris Doctorate as a blade of justice, carving through the corruption festering in the heart of the city. An attorney with a keen mind for the law and a fierce heart for the underdog, she's determined to level the playing field against a system designed to favor the rich, the powerful, and the corrupt. By night, there's another side to the story.

I knew three things about my life before adoption: I was a baby rescued from a blazing house fire, I was found in the arms of a dead man, and no one ever came to claim me. No one. Not ever. Now, as a Montreal detective, I'm dedicated to hunting truths for a living. Unheard voices. Cold cases. Unsolved mysteries. Unearthing secrets hidden in the shadows is my jam. Until the fae veil falls . . . When the world learns magic is real, everything changes. Montreal begins seething with prana energy, dormant genes activate, and seemingly normal humans experience magical awakenings.

Julie Meadows is down on her luck when she receives an e-mail drafting her into the Official Para-Military Agency. She didn't expect "para" to mean paranormal. Her partner is an Aether Elf prince, her boss is a Were . . . something, and the IT department is staffed by literal trolls. The prospect of a steady job and financial security draws her into a world filled with every myth and legend she's ever read about. Julie dives into the magical, mystical, and downright fantastic when she and her partner, Taylor, are tasked with finding new recruits for the Agency.

The fact that she’s a werecat is just something she’s had to live with Alone in her territory, she’s lived a secretive life for six years: under the radar, avoiding her past and the baggage that comes with it. Trouble finds Jacky, though, in the form of an 11-year-old girl and a werewolf turf war just outside her borders. Forced to honor an ancient treaty and the Laws of the supernatural world, Jacky swears an oath to protect Carey Everson, the human daughter of a local werewolf Alpha from Dallas.

Elana thought she knew who she was—a hardworking business owner in Ashford, carrying on her late father's legacy. Then she hits a fleeing vampire with her truck. The shock? She's not just human—she's one of them. Pulled into Haven, Elana discovers she's the daughter of a murdered Arbiter. Now she's entangled in deadly vampire politics and ancient conspiracies threatening Haven's very foundation. Under the mentorship of the enigmatic Valeria Draven, Elana must navigate a treacherous society where everyone has an agenda.

Rose Harkness is not just mortal. She’s half magician. And she’s in a lot of trouble. And by the way, she’s not a Harkness either. Her entire life, she’s been guarded, shielded, protected. She’s also been lied to… When a magical dragon emerges, Rose learns the truth. Now, she must leave the safety of her only home—and embrace her birthright. Can she do it? The House of Fourteen is relying on her. The Mortal Seven need her. Her real family, the Beaufonts, they can’t wait to meet her. Rose doesn’t know much about the world, but what little she knows will be turned upside down.

In the past two years, I leveled up as a kick-ass urban druid and became the leader of the Fianna Warriors my ancestor Fionn mac Cumhaill needed me to be. The thing is—four months ago everything changed. The veil between realms came down. With dormant genes waking, the dominant races jockeying for their place in the hierarchy, and the world around us pulsing out of control with power, my position as the Fae Liaison of Toronto has gotten off to a chaotic start.

What does divorcing Hollywood’s most powerful jerk get you? In my case, blacklisted and a ticket to rock bottom. A one-time studio executive, I’m now scrabbling as a newly licensed P.I. in the city that popularized noir. And I’ve just landed a job at a shabby downtown agency. Watch out, LA! But that was before I discovered the agency’s specialty—hunting monsters. The actual kind. Suddenly, I’m learning about a side of the city that makes horror seem like a documentary: vampires, werewolves, hostile spirits, and all manner of magic.

McCall Richter finds criminals, con men, and deadbeats better than anyone else in the empire. She’s proud of her success and that she owns her own spaceship, especially since she struggles to understand human motivations, can’t tell when people are lying to her, and is horrible at recognizing faces. Being autistic in the empire is frowned upon—and there’s a handy normalization surgery to correct it—but she’s managed to prove her worth and avoid irking the tyrannical regime.

This is a different kind of bedtime story about a fairy godmother named Charlotte. She's not into changing pumpkins into carriages or granting wishes. There are no glass slippers or mice growing into coachmen. This fairy carries a Glock 42 as an added accessory with her wand. It also packs a punch. Her job is to cover part of the realm of Ever After and keep it safe.

I have family I didn't know about, a magical heritage laying its claim, and a mystery I apparently need to solve. But when a back-alley brawl leaves me marked with a bizarre Celtic crest on my back, I become a beacon for all things whacked and weird.

It’s been more than twenty years since tragedy prompted Luna Valens to walk away from her pack. Scarred by her past, she’s done her best to lead a normal human life. Thanks to a potion that suppresses her magic, nobody around her has a clue that she’s a werewolf. Until… Her potion supplier disappears, her family reestablishes contact, and a mysterious werewolf with a metal detector and a penchant for calling her my lady saunters into her life.