Mystical Matchmakers Out of touch with times? Have trouble connecting? All immortals welcome. Find the paranormal romance you've been searching for. Dylan is a wood nymph who's tried everything. Even human dating apps. But none of it works. Surely punching your date in the nose because he can't keep his hands to himself is a sign he's not right for you. Except there's a postcard in her mailbox from Mystical Matchmakers. Maybe she can give love another try. Clay is a troll who likes his life just fine. He's a little lonely, but it's hard to find a date because...well, the whole troll thing. Then, his meddling, baby-crazy mother signs him up for Mystical Matchmakers. She promises to get off his back about making grandtrolls if he follows through. Clay figures a few bad dates are the price for some peace and quiet. However,...

You know the old saying: don't put the cart before the horse? I lived by that saying. I plotted and I planned and I worked my tail off to make something of myself. It's the way that I've always lived my life. That's why I was a twenty-five year old virgin with two more years of graduate school and two jobs. I didn't have time for a man in my life, and I really didn't want one either. I had goals and they definitely didn't include falling in love. But I did want to have sex because one thing that had never been in my plans was to lose my virginity after the age of twenty-seven. I always thought it would happen in high school. But having four older brothers kind of ruined that. No one in their right mind would cross my brothers. So I did what I always do... I made a plan. But there was no way to plan for J.J. McClane or what would come...well, in about nine months.

I'm Zoe Thorne and I speak to the dead. Unfortunately, dead isn't always synonymous with good-natured. In fact, most of the spirits I meet have dirty minds and a tendency to create mischief and mayhem. For the past two months, I've been traveling with the cast of The Wraith Files, a paranormal investigation web show. Stony and Blaine are like the perverted, annoying brothers I never had. Our boss, Malachi Flemming, well, he makes my heart beat faster and my hormones dance.During a break from filming, I've returned home to my resident ghost, Teri, an exotic dancer who died thirty years ago. I'm on a mission to find the man who murdered her and see that justice is served.Preoccupied with my search for a killer, I'm unaware that something dark and twisted lies in wait for me. Not one, but two faceless entities intent on terrorizing me before moving in for the kill.With unseen enemies shadowing my every move, it's time to...