A maternity leave cut short by a supernatural murder? Check. Three death-obsessed, departed suspects? Check. Juggling a vengeful spirit and a teething baby? In progress... Psychic social worker Elenora Bello recently gave birth and helped vanquish the nefarious spirit of a centuries-old killer. Now, all she wants to do is enjoy her baby girl and catch up on much-needed sleep, without soul-crushing premonitions or murderers. Is that really so much to ask? Apparently, yes. When a construction worker suspiciously dies while renovating a condemned Victorian house, Elenora is called in to read the place, which is rumored to be haunted. By digging into the house’s previous owners—among which are a satanic cult leader, a medium, and a post-mortem photographer—Elenora must figure out what happened in the heavily wallpapered mansion before the malevolent ghost takes another life. Trapped Souls is the second paranormal mystery in a series following a forty-something psychic heroine hell-bent on helping the supernaturally afflicted. It contains sassy witches, creepy bits, a truckload of twists, colorful language, and an emotional ending.

As Atlanta's lay exorcist, Simon Adler keeps innocent souls safe from Hell. He’s good at his job, so good that Lucifer wants him gone. When a powerful demon kidnaps three teens, Simon is tricked into bargaining his own soul to save them. Even worse, none of his demon trapping friends can help him. This time Simon’s truly on his own. Or is he? Katia Breman’s unexpected arrival in Atlanta is either a godsend, or part of the Prince’s infernal plan. Trust doesn't come easy for this troubled demon trapper from Kansas, and now she’s stuck in a big city she doesn’t know, fighting Hellspawn she’s never seen before. Right or wrong, Katia will have to take a stand. If she sides with Simon Adler, someone she loves will die. If she betrays him, they’re all facing eternity in Hell.

I grew up not knowing whether I was related to the ancestors my grandmother lived with or not. My mother repeatedly told me stories that her mother had handed down to her about an aristocratic lady who was related to us, and had eloped with a groomsman near where my mother bought a house. As I grew older the stories left me with no real sense of identity of who I was. I felt like a part of me was always missing and where did I belong? When my mother died the house was sold; a few years later my daughter moved to Galway for college, it felt right for me to move back to the area again. Ironically, I found a cottage to rent very quickly just a few fields away from where my mother’s house was. It felt like fate. I just knew that this was the right time to go on a self-discovery journey for me and my ancestors. Once the thought was in my head, it would not go away. A few days later transgenerational trauma popped into my head and disappeared again. My phone seemed to have a mind of its own and words cropped up; trapped in a timeline, karma not released, negativity building up, toxicity to the land, reason trapped there and ancestral healing. All I needed to do was to take that first step forward and then wait; the universe would let me know what to do next.

Susie Jackson loved playing dress up in her deceased Aunt Sarah's attic in front of the antique mirror. Susie's father inherited his sister Sarah's Victorian home after her disappearance. Susie always thought her Aunt Sarah was a school teacher. Sarah had no idea that her Aunt practiced Black Magic in the attic. Legend has it that Sarah bought an antique mirror from a Witch. The Witch told Sarah the mirror has powers of evil. This excited Sarah because she too was a practicing Witch and was only interested in the evil side of Witchcraft. Sarah bought the mirror from the Witch and took it home with her to put in her attic. It is said that on a stormy Halloween night, Sarah crossed the line by conjuring up the dead. But the dead didn’t care about Sarah's plans with the dead.

A #1 "New York Times"-bestselling author delivers the harrowing story of a young woman's determined hunt for a serial killer that draws her into the twisted world of a psychopath and his unspeakable crimes.

“I start my story. Which, if I do say so myself, is a fine story for a Sunday drive. It’s a love story, at least up to the point that it gets tangled up in death and lies.” And so begins Father Hoven’s journey back to St. Jude and back to the memory of a time when he was “right out of the seminary and ready to set the world straight.” The young priest, however, could hardly be prepared for residents of the Minnesota community who harbored in the midst of their devout natures a host of dark secrets and earthy desires. Father Hoven tells of his early days in their company, speaking alternately with the sweetness of youthful ambitions and the ironic wisdom of old age. His is one of the most delightful voices in American fiction today.