Living Hell

**The dead aren’t rising in Mouse Town anymore, but banishing them cost *a lot*.** More than expensive shoes. More than a sports car. We’re talking the kind of price that only comes from gnarly magic: Sam’s memories of me. He has no idea who I am. Can I even be his mate anymore? Hell if I know, and I don’t have time to deal with it all.



Because there’s a twisted sorcerer in town. Before I can focus on my love life, I need to stop him from stripping magical DNA from anyone who catches his fancy so he can make my cousin his bride. **Not a chance**.



But there’s something going on inside of me, something that makes me feel too small in my skin, as if the trials I endured to stop the last bad guy have awakened some power deep within. With Sam out of the picture and my bestie keeping her distance—for some reason—I have to deal with this on my own.



**That’s the way it always goes.**



Sam and I have overcome so many supernatural hardships, but this time I don’t know if there’s a way to get him back.