Resultado Editorial "Tantor Media" em Humorístico

Sergey just can't catch a break! His enemies keep getting smarter and smarter. Remember the brain-dead zombies he used to fight? Man, those were the days.

What happens when you accidentally kidnap a Fae King, invite a demented vampire queen to bunk with you, and enlist both to plot revenge against the dragons? Violet doesn't know yet, but she's about to find out. Her little jaunt to the fae lands ended with Violet carrying more luggage out than she brought in. Now, with a ticked off Unseelie King brooding and tied up in the corner, she has to figure out how to smooth relations while also deciphering Michael's newest plans.

With Violet's identity revealed to her closest allies, the time has come for her to embrace who she is. But who is she anyway? Witch? Angel? Demon? None of the above? Meanwhile, Daddy Dearest is busy gathering a powerful force to stage a coup in Heaven, while Violet and the crew have to harness her powers and teach her to use them before he succeeds.

It's official—I'm the luckiest witch ever! I have my own witchy shop, a great boyfriend, and my favorite book is being turned into a movie right here in Olmeda. Okay, so the shop is still on probation, Ian is still busy with the fallout from Halloween, and the movie has brought back the city's most infamous curse—anyone filming in Olmeda will come to regret it.

Like a vegan at a barbecue, trouble rolls into town in the form of a pack of werewolves. These furry interlopers aren't here for the scenic hikes or the artisanal honey—oh no, they want a piece of Paradise Falls, and they're not asking politely. When the Witch-Shifter Coalition votes to boot the wolves, the head howler throws down the gauntlet, declaring the sacred Rite of Arphlitian—a ritual fight to the death as ancient as the town's oldest oak tree.

I didn't expect to be a widow at forty years old. I didn't expect to be a single mother. I didn't expect to inherit a mountain of debt. And I definitely didn't expect to return to Whispering Willows—or my life as a witch. But here I am: I've reopened my mother's wish shop, started granting wishes, and am teaching my daughter magic. Life is perfect . . . Almost.

With her life a weird mess right now, Violet has no one to turn to. Az is still in hiding, and she's never been able to trust Max. Lucifer has offered a shoulder, but Violet knows better than to trust the original Serpent and her brand spanking new employer. Doesn't she? As the hunt for the creature who escaped the boundaries continues, more Potionsmasters meet their ends. But when someone she definitely shouldn't trust offers her a cryptic clue, Violet has to decide if her life is worth the truth. Can she endanger everyone she loves and the entire world to save her own hide?

I'm Sam, the werewolf book nerd owner of The Slaughtered Lamb Bookstore & Bar. My husband, Master vampire Clive, has been asked to go to Budapest to interview for a position in the Guild, a council of thirteen vampires who advise the world's Masters. The competition for the recently vacated spot is fierce. I worry about Clive, as it quickly becomes apparent that the last person to hold the position didn't leave voluntarily.

Halloween has arrived in Olmeda, and someone's celebrating by leaving bloody pentagrams all over the city. As the resident official witch, it's my job to figure out what the pentagrams mean and if they're more of a threat than a prank. Extra points if I find out who did it before they ruin the best holiday of the year, one I plan on spending with Ian. But finding the culprit is harder than expected—nobody saw anything and there's no shortage of suspicious paranormals. In the words of my new personal motto: everyone is a suspect.

Lucifer is free, and it's my fault. Worse, he turned out to be every bit the manipulative, conniving, deceptive creature everyone always said he was. Then he tossed me into the Pit, without a second thought, and now I'm stuck down here. But I'm not alone. There are voices on the other side of the Pit's walls, people, life. I don't truly know what I'm about to get into, but if I don't find a way out of the Pit, then Earth is doomed, Heaven will burn, and Abaddon . . . I have to save him from Lucifer, or he truly will become the King of the Ashes.

Bad magic and good witches don't mix, but I make it work. Spellbooks are a witch's best friend, especially when they're passed down from your beloved dead Grandma. So, when an anonymous caller is interested in buying mine, my answer is nope, not ever, go away. Problem is, they won't take no for an answer. With suspicious newcomers in town and the increasing odds someone thinks my spellbook is full of dark magic, I find myself with no shortage of motives or suspects. Good thing I'm dating Ian, the world's sexiest paranormal problems expert.

My kind of magic involves Tarot cards, not shape-shifting, but I've been bitten. Now I'm a werewolf, forced to join my sworn enemies. I need to find a cure for lycanthropy fast and get the heck out of Dodge. My calendar is really filling up. Before the next full moon, I have to find a cure, save magic, and stage the romance of the century. Without actually falling in love.

My vampire boyfriend is acting strange. Is it the seven-month itch? We've passed that milestone, but maybe our relationship has become routine. My best friend thinks I should spice things up. That might be easy for a half-siren, but I'm a witch. I can master spells, not seduction. My awkward attempt proves it. I'll stick to dancing in clubs rather than my bedroom. Although Diego claims nothing's wrong with us, he's still distant. He's keeping something from me, but what? Then I learn his gorgeous ex is in Salem, and she wants him back. Vamp, please. You had your chance.

With her new product line launched and an updated version of her suit to test, Tori Rivas is ready to focus on her work for a while. But when an eruption of power elsewhere in the multiverse sends monsters bursting into her world, the young villain will find herself in the crosshairs of an unexpected invader.

Earth isn't a safe place for the Fae, but it had to have been safer than staying in Arcadia where some horrible monster was about to end my life . . . right? So, I made a snap decision, opened a portal, and threw myself, Valerian, and Tallin through it. Totally thought that through. There's no way that decision wasn't going to come back to bite me in the butt. Only it did, because now we're stuck here, in London, where my mother used to live.

Things are going great! I survived the sabotage of my witch shop and a murder attempt, my business and personal life are thriving, and Ian's estranged half brother and local shifter alpha wants me to make him a dark magic potion. Okay, maybe not that great. Turns out, Hutton has been keeping a huge secret, and he needs dark magic to keep it that way before a group of visiting "friendly" alphas figure out something's up and make a move on his territory.

In the paranormal town of Paradise Falls, witch Hazel Kinsey is settling into her new job as police chief and as the mate of hunky werebear Ford Baylor. Unfortunately, Halloween in Paradise Falls means enduring yet another year of prank wars between the witches and the shifters. She must tolerate the annoying shenanigans until one trick turns out to be a real killer. Now Hazel has to solve the murder, protect her mate from rampant clown attacks, host a Halloween party for her squirrel familiar, and oh yeah, shut down the hellmouth that's appeared in the middle of town.

The weirdness level of my life has reached an all-time high. Which is saying something, considering I started out as a psychic conman and somehow ended up as a MagiPol agent. And not just any agent. Lately, I've been Captain Blythe's right-hand man and most trusted confidant.

In the frozen city of Windhelm, the crown of Arcadia's Winter Kingdom, the Royal Selection reigns supreme. This competition pits the best of Winter's young Fae against each other, forcing them to take part in a series of trials, each deadlier than the one that came before it. The prize? A soul-bond with the heir to Winter's throne, and the right to marry them.

I'm a witch. Not a powerful witch, mind, but as Grandma liked to say, it's all in the kindness, not the power. Grandma is gone now, but her dream of having a witch shop lives with me. So, when the opportunity to run my own shop presents itself, I move across the country to take it, no questions asked.