I'm living Murphy's Law with a magical twist.

If something can go wrong, it will. Monsters show up. And then I die.

And then I die again, and again, and again.

I'm stuck in a time loop, and the mistakes I have to fix aren't even mine. Some idiot in the coven causes a hiccup in my plans, and I have to start over.

The only person who will listen to me isn't a person at all. It's a ceramic garden gnome.

It's possible I lost my marbles on the road to Marshmallow.

But if I can't figure out how to manipulate this ragtag group of witches into making the right choices, I know where this loop takes me.

To the end of the world.

Life’s a witch, and then you die.

Unless you’re me.

One hundred forty years in, my body won’t quit. Sure, I’m slower than I used to be, and I can’t complete a simple task without setting off a chain reaction of pain in my joints. But my heart keeps on ticking.

Immortality is my curse. It’s also my greatest blessing.

I’ve lived long enough to see my daughter come back from the dead. But she’s not the only magical being to show up in Marshmallow.

There’s trouble like our magical little town has never seen.

I fear my coven of fledgling witches aren’t prepared for the battle ahead. I must rise to the challenge or risk losing my coven, my town, and my daughter for the second time.

There’s no good way to wake up in a coffin.

For forty-three years I believed the key to life was compromise. I let go of my dreams in favor of being a good wife and mother. I thought if I put everyone else first, we’d all be happier.

It turns out none of us were.

Now my daughter is grown. And I’m dead. Sort of. My husband buried me alive, but that wasn’t the end. It was the beginning.

Midlife is supposed to bring changes, but nothing could have prepared me for what was to come when a hot-as-sin stranger pulled me from the ground.

Death offers perspective. Now I feel more alive than I ever did before, and my thirst for life is unmatched.

Nothing can stop me from taking control of my destiny…except maybe the cat who stole my inheritance.

I’m a soldier without a war, fighting to feel anything but numb.

The MC is gone. I should have left with them, but I couldn’t.

Because she stayed.

For as long as I can remember, I’ve been in love with my friend Shaundra.

But I can never have her.

She chose my brother, not me. And shifters mate for life.

I’ll never know the feel of her in my arms or the taste of her on my lips.

She’ll never accept me as the protector and provider for her and her kids.

It doesn’t matter that it’s hopeless--I’ll never choose another.

I’ll never leave her.

Shaundra is my mate.

I expected my downfall to be a wolf shifter. I didn’t expect her to be a kid.

The Silent Butchers are trying to go straight. At least my chapter is. Still, life in the MC means trouble. It’s unpredictable and full of surprises, but none compare to my newest challenge.

A little girl was dropped on my doorstep. I’m told she’s mine—but I don’t know the first thing about being a father.

My only hope is enlisting the help of Paige—a woman who understands her, a woman who knows how to deal with her.

There’s no question Paige is my mate, or that she hates me. But before I can convince her that she’s meant to be mine, I’ll have to prove I’m not the man she thinks I am.

If I don't hurry, I'll lose them both.