Forty Proof Series by Shannon Mayer

A Paranormal Women's Fiction with a bit of class, and a lot of sass for anyone who feels like age is just a number! One day I’m married, living in Seattle, and magic isn’t real. The next, I’m divorced and living in the guest room of my ex’s hotter- than-sin cousin’s place in Savannah . . . and talking to an animated skeleton named Robert. I have to admit, Robert isn’t my worst date. At forty-one, I didn’t think I’d be starting over... moreA Paranormal Women's Fiction with a bit of class, and a lot of sass for anyone who feels like age is just a number! One day I’m married, living in Seattle, and magic isn’t real. The next, I’m divorced and living in the guest room of my ex’s hotter- than-sin cousin’s place in Savannah . . . and talking to an animated skeleton named Robert. I have to admit, Robert isn’t my worst date. At forty-one, I didn’t think I’d be starting over. But I’ll be damned if my ex thinks I’m down and out because he pulled a fast one on me. When a job comes my way that offers me a chance to use my childhood training in the shadow world, I take it—I need the money more than I care about my sanity. It’s dangerous. I have to embrace the magic and dark of my past. And I need Advil to keep me going. So those who’d hold me back better sit up and take notice, because a new woman is in town, and she’s not about to be counted out by anyone. Even if she does groan when she rolls out of bed in the morning. less

A Paranormal Women’s Fiction with a bit of class, and a lot of sass for anyone over forty!Over the hill, all outta ducks to give, and suddenly life is looking up . . .even if you’re living with a ghost and fighting off werewolves.Moving back to Savannah changed my life in all the best ways. New job. New friends. As far from my ex-husband as possible.I didn’t count on the Shadow World intensifying its hold on my life.Color me surprised, when a new job lands in my lap watching over a fairy ring... moreA Paranormal Women’s Fiction with a bit of class, and a lot of sass for anyone over forty!Over the hill, all outta ducks to give, and suddenly life is looking up . . .even if you’re living with a ghost and fighting off werewolves.Moving back to Savannah changed my life in all the best ways. New job. New friends. As far from my ex-husband as possible.I didn’t count on the Shadow World intensifying its hold on my life.Color me surprised, when a new job lands in my lap watching over a fairy ring. Worth ten times what I’d make anywhere else, it seems too good to be true. I take it anyway.And that’s when things get weird.Spells are cast on my friends that seems to make them lose their marbles.I’ve got a Bigfoot baking in my kitchen.And a skeleton is quickly becoming my go-to guy. Which is silly because the eye candy strutting around in front of me is drool worthy. (I’m looking at you, Crash. Really looking 0_0)Nothing in Savannah is what it seems, and the magic and undercurrents of this city are pulling me onto a dangerous path.But with a Fae Queen begging my help, and the darkness closing in, I can only do one thing.Pop a couple Advil, and kick some serious ducking butt. less

Goblins and ghouls and magic, oh my! Hang tight to your britches, this laugh out loud adventure is about to light you up!Ousted from the Hollows Group, the shadow world has officially taken notice of me.With loan sharks sniffing around and knocking on my door, I need to figure out how my ex-husband pushed all his debt onto me, because it stinks of black magic and back alley dealings.Until I can get some answers there, I distract myself with a new job—working for a goblin... moreGoblins and ghouls and magic, oh my! Hang tight to your britches, this laugh out loud adventure is about to light you up!Ousted from the Hollows Group, the shadow world has officially taken notice of me.With loan sharks sniffing around and knocking on my door, I need to figure out how my ex-husband pushed all his debt onto me, because it stinks of black magic and back alley dealings.Until I can get some answers there, I distract myself with a new job—working for a goblin. The job is as simple as hiding some paperwork for him. Only . . . someone else wants what he gave me. And they are playing dangerously dirty to get what they want.Throw in a lovesick bigfoot, a siren going through menopause, a demon next door, and two hot guys vying for my attention, and you’ve got my life in a nutshell.Well, that is if you don’t count on Robert showing up and saving my bacon again. Which he has to, because this time . . .this time I’ve really put my foot in it. less

If you thought being over forty meant the end of adventures, then you're in for a shock as Bree, and her ragtag bunch take you on a side-splitting rollercoaster ride!Stuck with Alan's ghost following her around, Bree is in hot water now with no easy way out as she's been framed for his murder and plunked in the local pokey.If that weren't bad enough, Gran's ghost has been kidnapped, and all clues point to the Big Easy—New Orleans... moreIf you thought being over forty meant the end of adventures, then you're in for a shock as Bree, and her ragtag bunch take you on a side-splitting rollercoaster ride!Stuck with Alan's ghost following her around, Bree is in hot water now with no easy way out as she's been framed for his murder and plunked in the local pokey.If that weren't bad enough, Gran's ghost has been kidnapped, and all clues point to the Big Easy—New Orleans.With the police on her never-mind-the-size butt, two men vying for her attentions, and a mystery wrapped around the murder of her Gran and ex, she has more than enough to keep her stressed and turning prematurely gray.So when a local coven stirs things up in NOLA, and a new nemesis appears on the scene, Bree is ready to meet them head-on.As soon as she's popped a few Advil. less

Good rule of thumb: Don't pick a fight with Bree O'Rylee. She might be over forty and run with a limp, but that doesn't mean she won't track you down and drive the tip of her boot right up your . . .Bree was hoping for a few days off from dealing with monsters, bad guys, or general weirdness that doesn’t fit into a human box of what is supposed to be real.What she got was a stay in the hospital with an undead roommate and a whole new set of problems that keep rising from the grave... moreGood rule of thumb: Don't pick a fight with Bree O'Rylee. She might be over forty and run with a limp, but that doesn't mean she won't track you down and drive the tip of her boot right up your . . .Bree was hoping for a few days off from dealing with monsters, bad guys, or general weirdness that doesn’t fit into a human box of what is supposed to be real.What she got was a stay in the hospital with an undead roommate and a whole new set of problems that keep rising from the grave.But her love life is at least on track. Until it’s not. And when it goes sideways, it jumps straight into the drink and sinks to the bottom.Now, Bree has to put her heart on the back burner as she is offered a major job hunting down the very person causing all the undead to rise. And she has two days to do it before the whole town turns into a scene from the Walking Dead.Time to pull up your big girl panties and swig a little whiskey. Things are about to get interesting. less

Gran used to say that a strong woman looks a challenge in the eye and gives it a wink. To be sure, flirting with challenges is a terrible idea. Ask me how I know.All Bree really wants is to bury her head in the sand, somewhere in the south of France while a hot pool boy rubs lotion on her back.Instead, Bree gets blackmailed by the Council of Savannah into a job she doesn’t want—though it does take her to France... moreGran used to say that a strong woman looks a challenge in the eye and gives it a wink. To be sure, flirting with challenges is a terrible idea. Ask me how I know.All Bree really wants is to bury her head in the sand, somewhere in the south of France while a hot pool boy rubs lotion on her back.Instead, Bree gets blackmailed by the Council of Savannah into a job she doesn’t want—though it does take her to France. They need her to bring a witch back to Savannah for a trial that Bree is sure is a load of hooey.But not just any witch. The first one. The oldest one. The one who makes a t-rex look like he’s howling about a sore tooth. The one who makes the wicked witch of the west look like your sweet old nanny, the one who . . .well you get the picture.Bree’s job? Find her. Befriend her. And convince her to come back to Savannah for safekeeping.But someone else has gotten a head start, and their reasons for tracking down the miserable old witch are far worse than the council's reasons.None other than a sexy, growly blacksmith with pretty eyes who makes Bree’s panties melt even though she knows he isn’t for her. And he is looking for the same miserable old lady.Throw in a lovesick siren, and a slew of new problems, and you’ve got Bree’s next adventure busting at the seams. And no, it isn’t because her pants are too small. less