From New York Times Bestselling Author, HP Mallory (co-author of the bestselling Haven Hollow series), comes a brand new paranormal women’s fiction series! An irreverent, sexy, and hysterical romp through the tarot… Kate: Know that quote about most people living quiet lives of desperation? Well, that pretty much describes me to a T. I’m middle-aged, divorced, built like a tree stump, with nothing but a failing romance-writing career to call my own. Yep, no kids, no social life and no pets—not even a chinchilla to greet when I walk through the door of my crappy apartment. The only thing I do have? Spare Tire Sandy who lives around my waist. Oh, and a nicotine habit I’m desperately trying to kick. When my eccentric Aunt Artemis ups and dies, leaving me her ‘castle’ in Vermont, I start thinking maybe my luck is taking a turn for the better. Yeah, no. The property, in the tiny town of Maplewood, is literally a castle but not like something you’d see in Scotland. This is more like Medieval England had a battle with The Tarot and neither won. Which means it’s going to be a bitch and a half to sell. To make matters worse? There’s a tenant in ‘Tarot Castle’ and not like the squatter sort—more like the talking goat sort. Right—Rocco sounds like a New York mobster which is grating enough, but throw in the fact that I’m now responsible for him and I’m not a happy camper. And let’s not even discuss the shrunken head, Yolanda, who literally WILL NOT STOP TALKING! The only person who can help me make sense of my new inheritance is Luke Montgomery, owner of the coffee/ bookstore in town. Luke is friendly, really hot in a J. Crew sort of way, and also annoyingly hush-hush about the legacy I’ve apparently been born some BS about being a Daughter of the Moon. And then there’s Magnus Stormrider, my self-proclaimed guardian, who looks like the love-child of Conan the Barbarian and Fabio. The best way to describe Magnus? If the ground opened up and swallowed him whole, I wouldn’t mind—not for one second. According to my aunt’s never-ending posthumous letters that keep appearing from literally nowhere, I’m supposedly on the journey of The Fool, the first card of the Major Arcana of the tarot. And that’s pretty damned fitting because if there’s one thing I’m sure of—it’s that I was the biggest fool to have ever agreed to come out here in the first place…

An irreverent, sexy, and hysterical romp through the tarot… KATE: I’m finally getting used to being a Daughter of the Moon. Getting used to living in my aunt’s wacky castle in Vermont, getting used to my enormous… assets, and getting used to living with a talking goat, an annoying shrunken head, and my oafish barbarian of a protector. The thing I haven’t quite wrapped my head around? The fact that my mother is now living in a nudist colony up the street. And that’s not the worst of it. Apparently, my mother has her own set of powers, she’s bumping uglies with my protector, and she won’t keep her nose out of my business. But everything is taking a backseat to the fact that I’m worried my new vampire friend, Gray—a man I met while strolling the dream-world—might not be the man I hope he is. In fact, he happens to be my #1 enemy. Or he used to be. But he’s been atoning for his mistakes for the last thirty years, so I’m hoping he’s found his way to the light. Otherwise, the fact that I’m harboring a major crush on him isn’t going to go down so well. And that’s not the only crush I’ve got (ahem, enter sexy magician, Luke), but life is complicated and I guess so am I. Regardless, I’ve got a new tarot card mission (The Star) I need to conquer so I can find out what new power I’ve earned which hopefully will help me in the battle between light and dark…