Alaska never thought she'll find herself in the middle of a family drama, yet her life depends on her ability to resolve it quickly. Witches and shifters never mixed well, but the proud thief ended deep to her eyeballs in fur.Dimitri's inherited legacy holds more secrets than either of them expected after the original fiasco with the spell book. His father may not remember anything about Alaska, thanks to the blood magic potion, but that won't stop him from removing his son out of ...

Turns out rock bottom has a basement. And the Syndicate's got the keys.I swore I'd never end up back in their cages. But here I am—stripped of everything, trapped in a nightmare lined with steel and regret. The bloodlust is worse now, crawling under my skin like fire. Whatever they did to me, it's changing me. And not in a way I like.The worst part? I chose this. I gave myself up so Dominic and Alice could escape. Now I'm counting every second, hoping they'...

The truth will ruin his empire.A lie will destroy her.Thief by night and witch by birthright, candle maker Alaska McCullough has perfected the art of stealing by using magic. Until she takes something she never should've touched.The object should not have existed, yet it's putting her life and reputation on the line. Now she lives on borrowed time . . . unless she can find a way to give it back before it's too late.When the ...

I Swore I'd Keep Her Safe. Now She's Gone. And I'm About to Set the World on Fire.Alice is missing. Not dead. Not yet. I can still feel her—through the bond, through the silence. But something's wrong. Twisted. Whatever took her is warping that connection, and it's only a matter of time before I lose her completely.That's not going to happen.They think they broke her. They think they broke me. But I'm done begging the universe to show mercy. I've go...

Forbidden fruit is sweet . . . until you take a bite.Being the dud in my coven wasn't the worst thing—until they decided to re-evaluate our contributions. Without magic, all I had was a resting witch face and a smart mouth. Neither will save me when the next full moon comes. Having the last name Byrne can only get me so far.I'm doomed. In my panic, I broke into the coven's library, hoping to find a simple spell even an idiot could pull off. Instead, I blew ...

Memory and the Impact of Political Transformation in Public Space explores the effects of major upheavals—wars, decolonization, and other social and economic changes—on the ways in which public histories are presented around the world. Examining issues related to public memory in twelve countries, the histories collected here cut across political, cultural, and geographic divisions. At the same time, by revealing recurring themes and concerns, they show how basic issues of history...

Stress and Pheromonatherapy in Small Animal Clinical Behaviour is about how stress impacts on animal behaviour and welfare and what we can do about it, especially by using chemical signals more effectively. This readily accessible text starts from first principles and is useful to both academics and practitioners alike. It offers a framework for understanding how pheromonatherapy can be used to encourage desirable behaviour in dogs and cats and also a fresh approach to understandi...

Neglected Social Theorists of Color: Deconstructing the Margins provides a novel contribution to the ongoing debates concerning the canon in contemporary sociological theory. In particular, the editors argue that many scholars whose work may hold significant potential for contributions to contemporary debates in social theory go unrecognized. Still others, while not completely ignored, have fallen victim to a cultural and political climate not receptive to their work. Feminist sch...

There's screwing up a spell . . . and then there's my level of catastrophe.Magical ambitions of a Ferrari, but the skill of a Go-Kart. That's me. If profanities were spells, I'd be Merlin. Instead, I'm just wasting my "French" on the ungrateful—again. Story of my life.When a spell goes sideways, there's no undo button. And apparently, you can't bribe fate with designer heels. (Ridiculous, I know.)...

I used to call myself a monster. But lately . . . that feels like wishful thinking.Alice is barely clinging to life, and I'm the reason why. I swore I’d protect her—and instead, I nearly tore her apart. That guilt? It's not something I can shake. It's acid in my veins, right alongside whatever the hell the Syndicate did to me.Now there are demons offering help, an ancient prophecy I don't trust, and too many secrets with too high a price. Dominic wants me t...

Some witches master spells. I specialize in catastrophes.Being hunted was the perfect excuse for a shopping spree. Just because I was probably going to die didn't mean I couldn't go down in style.My grandmother called it idiotic. I disagreed . . . right up until I came face to face with a demon. And the bastard ate my Prada shirt. Seriously, who does that?You'd think he'd be into souls, not silk. But apparently, my spastic magic ma...

Some witches get a fairy tale. I got a babysitter and a death sentence.Just when I thought things were looking up, Fate decided to kick me in the kidneys.Surviving a brush with Death should've earned me a break, but instead, I got stuck with a womanizer as my so-called protector. If River had kept his pants up, we wouldn't be in this mess.They say power corrupts, but unlimited magic? That twists a mind beyond repair—just look at my grandmot...