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.