Urban Mystic

Something evil stalks Laguna Beach - and only a young surfer girl named Frannie can stop it. In 1958 Laguna Beach, California, a girl escapes tragedy by learning to surf with a close-knit group of misfits while spending her nights working at the shady tiki bar Cafe Monstro. But when a powerful demon in disguise targets the cafe in search of the mysterious, future-revealing empty books called Blanks, she must learn her uncle's Jewish mystical secrets to destroy the demon and free her friends.

Me? A dark lord of the Underworld? Hell, no! Unfortunately, my dear old grandfather Lucifer has other plans. After the downfall of my traitorous cousin, the Underworld is in an uproar. Demons are running amuck in the supernatural and human worlds alike, as warlords vie for the usurped throne. I shouldn’t care, but I do. As if my demonic political problems weren’t bad enough, a traitor betrays me to the SIA. Running is my only option, and guess where I end up....Maybe Lucifer was right, and the prophecy is true. Maybe I do belong in the Underworld.

I should have known my life would come crashing down when I met a mysterious masked man in the gardens of the ball and kissed him. Or rather...he kissed me. Passionately. Before I had a second to catch my breath, we were attacked by rogue witches. And his mask slipped. Only my luck would reveal the prince of the Hawthorn coven, notorious for dark magic. He offers his protection from the assailants, and with danger around every corner, I accept. Albeit, a bit ungraciously. The heat between us is nearly irresistible, but can I truly trust the prince of a dark coven?

When I meet a psychic in Mystic Hollow, I'm skeptical. Even though, you know, I've accepted most of the supernatural world. But who could blame me when the psychic acts like a stereotype from a really corny show? Yet when our hands touch, everything changes. Suddenly, I'm seeing ghosts all over our little town. And when they realize I can see them, I become the karmic justice for far too many ghosts. Just another crazy day in my life though, right? Wrong. When one of the ghosts wants revenge against one of my witchy pals, I find myself trying to dive into the dark past of our town.

I thought being Karma would be a cinch. I thought wrong. Turns out someone knows what I did to my jerk ex and his sleazy girlfriend. Or at least they left me a note telling me they knew, not that they bothered to sign it. When my ex is reported missing and cops from my old town start sniffing around, I know I'm in trouble. What's worse? I find a body outside my house.

Hi, I am your death, and I am here for you. No, wait, don’t go! Aside from the fact that you can’t get away, I’m not here for you in that way, at least not now. Although to be honest with you, we do have a date, and I am always with you, whether you acknowledge me or not. When's the last time you had an intimate heart-to-heart chat with your death? Have you ever? Now is your chance. If you want to know the truth, I'm not your death, but you are mine. Now, don't freak out on me. It's only a visit.

Living in the Underworld with the dark lord himself made giving in to my darkest urges easy. It’s finding my humanity again that’s going to be tough. There’s only one reason I’d ever go back and that’s two-hundred pounds of male dragon perfection. Even with my she-demon in control, I can’t resist Talon. But will my feelings for him be enough to lure me back to the light?