Shamrocks, rainbows, pots of gold, and … one irate leprechaun. 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?

The pen is mightier than the sword - but what's a witch to do when she has writer's block? After landing my first official journalist job I thought the ideas would be spilling out faster than I could type. But it turns out life in the shadow of my debut piece is a little...make that a lot, harder than I expected. So, when a convicted murderer reaches out begging for help in proving her innocence, I jump at the chance to dig into another investigation. The only problem? This trail is ice cold. I don't want to give up on a good story, or let down a witch desperate for my help, but I'm not sure where to turn and I'm running out of time. Will my last ditch effort pan out, or will I be forced to give my editor a blank page?

The pen is mightier than the sword - but what's a witch to do when she has writer's block? After landing my first official journalist job I thought the ideas would be spilling out faster than I could type. But it turns out life in the shadow of my debut piece is a little...make that a lot, harder than I expected. So, when a convicted murderer reaches out begging for help in proving her innocence, I jump at the chance to dig into another investigation. The only problem? This trail is ice cold. I don't want to give up on a good story, or let down a witch desperate for my help, but I'm not sure where to turn and I'm running out of time. Will my last ditch effort pan out, or will I be forced to give my editor a blank page?

The witch who can talk to animals meets the witch with a talking cat. What could go wrong?It’s Valentine’s Day in Winterspell, but not everyone appears to be feeling the love. And no, I’m not talking about my date-less self. Instead of being wooed by candlelight, I’m working in a candle shop. Cora Hearth, Winterspell’s magical chandler, has teamed up with Sugar Shack to create party favors for the lucky couples, and they’re counting on us to spark some magic for their special night. So, when a thief breaks into my delivery van and swipes the goodies, Cora and I—and her persnickety talking cat—have to join forces to track down the culprit in time to save Valentine’s Day.

The witch who can talk to animals meets the witch with a talking cat. What could go wrong?It’s Valentine’s Day in Winterspell, but not everyone appears to be feeling the love. And no, I’m not talking about my date-less self. Instead of being wooed by candlelight, I’m working in a candle shop. Cora Hearth, Winterspell’s magical chandler, has teamed up with Sugar Shack to create party favors for the lucky couples, and they’re counting on us to spark some magic for their special night. So, when a thief breaks into my delivery van and swipes the goodies, Cora and I—and her persnickety talking cat—have to join forces to track down the culprit in time to save Valentine’s Day.

For four years, Zahara Douglass has been haunted by the mystery of her sister’s disappearance—not where she went, but whether she ever existed at all. In April 1995, Zahara watched her twin sister, Annica, get hustled into a stranger’s car and disappear—only to return to a world where no one has heard of Annica. Not her mother. Not the police. No one. Four years later, as the world braces for the looming Y2K crisis, Zahara finds evidence proving her sister was real and hires a private investigator to dig into her family’s shadowed past. When the investigation leads to two charismatic men who once served with her father in Vietnam, Zahara realizes she and her sister may be pawns in a dangerous power struggle with unthinkable consequences. To find Annica, Zahara must face the truth about her family, her memories, and the power lurking within her. But the sisters’ reunion comes at a price—one that could bring about the end of the world.

When two rival chefs with a royal feast to prepare get snowed in, it’s not just the oven that’s heating up . . .Hating Liam Wolvern is in Elowyn’s blood. Their families have been rivals for centuries, each generation vying for the job of castle chef. It doesn’t help that Liam won the coveted role and now cooks for the high prince while Elowyn is stuck working at her family’s failing tavern. Elowyn’s ready to prove herself when she’s invited to prepare the upcoming Winter Solstice feast at the castle. Yes it means working with Liam, but it’s also her chance to shine. Unfortunately, Elowyn’s plans are thrown out the window when a storm hits and she’s snowed in with Liam. Now they not only have to make this feast, but they have to do it in a mischievous sentient kitchen with plans of its own. Worse, once they stop fighting long enough to cook, Elowyn realizes they might be a great team, that maybe she got Liam all wrong. But as tension builds and things start to heat up, she has to wonder . . . what happens when the snow melts? This Is Not Love at First Sight is a standalone spicy, cozy romantasy with forced proximity, enemies-to-lovers, and a magical kitchen with an attitude problem.