This Librarian is Just Killing Time…Travel Sophia Marcil loves her grandmother’s twisted tales almost as much as the sapphire ring passed down to her. Wearing it, however, could be her downfall. After slipping the jewel onto her finger she is pushed from a cliff—landing splat in the middle of 19th Century Monaco, where a killer plot to seize the throne could consume her entire future—past and present. Sophia believes she’s being forced into an eccentric millionaire’s dinner theatre but a hidden diary, a secret passage and a whispered conversation reveal to her that the role of a princess is not all fun and games. With the help of a man from outside the palace walls, Sophia undertakes a spellbinding journey straight out of a Grimm tale. Learning the gem’s secrets and the powerful curse behind it are only the beginning. With time and the constant threat of death hanging over her, she must take a page out of her own history to hunt down someone who isn't killing by the book. Can she do it before she’s checked out for good?

Librarian Sophia Marcil loves reading, especially books about ancient curses and reincarnation. But she never imagined the legend of the Purple Delhi Sapphire was true until she inherited it and was wrenched back in time. Now having suffered deadly consequences, she knows and fears the sapphire’s irresistible charm, but before she can warn her boyfriend, he proposes with a ring made from the very jewel. No sooner is it on her finger, then she once again finds herself in the body of another, wandering the hallway of an old Victorian mansion circa 1920. Unfortunately, her nemesis has reincarnated too. Doomed to repeat past mistakes, Sophia struggles to prevent the deaths of those she loves, returning to her present-day life, with a deep understanding that her killer is not far behind.

The Past Is Never Far Behind…It Also Won’t Stay Buried The page has turned at last. Sophia Marcil’s nemesis is six feet under and she’s off to return the cursed sapphire to India, so she can settle into the next chapter of her life—a new bookshop and wedded bliss. One problem, her wedding day has come early and the wrong man stands at the altar. The mysterious temple has sent Sophia back into the past, more specifically, into the body of the soon to be murdered bride of Dunlace Castle—a place she was hired to research. Thankfully her detour into the past is brief and she returns to safety in her own time. But how safe is she? Three dead bodies and her missing groom have Sophia wondering if her time travel has changed more than the castle’s structure. To make matters worse an empty grave leads her to believe that her nemesis is alive and forcing her fiancé to time travel. Sophia is determined to dig up the truth but will it mean returning to a place she swore she’d written off? Everyone has their cross to bear and Sophia’s might just live to haunt her.

There’s a BLOOD MOON on the Rise… Sophia Marcil closed the book on magic long ago, when she married Cullen O’Kelley and opened her beloved shop in Dublin. She’s taking life one page at a time until an old acquaintance darkens her doorstep and reminds her of a grim prediction made sixteen years ago—one that involves her daughter, her grimoire, and that threatens time travel once more. Since cursing Sophia more than five-hundred years ago, the witch has become disillusioned with life and she’s ready to return to 1494, where her enmity began. Sadly, her attempt to open the portal goes up in smoke, taking Sophia with it. Cullen believes his beloved time-traveling bibliophile could still be alive, but a local historian warns she may still be in jeopardy. The answer to her whereabouts lies in a fifteenth-century castle—all he has to do is navigate time using the grimoire. Of course, he’s not the only one searching: Sophia’s daughter is determined to tag along, and she’s leading the witch right to them. Cullen is desperate to save his wife from the noose, but is a deal with the devil necessary? The witch claims there’s no time like the present to re-write the past, but can the woman who once cursed them be trusted to hold the pen?