FORCES OF MAGIC
A Note About These Books
You might notice the covers have a facelift—because these books originally came out over a decade ago, and let’s just say some things have aged better than others. I’m currently in the process of updating them for a modern audience, which mostly means removing answering machines, flip phones, and other delightfully dated technology that screams “2011.”
Here’s the thing: when I first published the Force series, “romantasy” wasn’t even a genre yet. These books were marketed as a combo of chick lit (such a cringey term, honestly) and urban fantasy, because that’s what we had to work with back then. But now? They’ve found their niche. Magic, romance, strong women figuring themselves out—turns out I was writing romantasy before we had a name for it.
They also came out in the wild west days of digital self-publishing, when Kindle Direct Publishing was brand new and we were all figuring it out as we went. The tools, the knowledge, the community—everything has improved so much since then. Which is great news for the updated versions.
I’m hoping to have updated versions ready soon. Same story you loved (or will love), just without Alex checking her answering machine. For now, the version available remains the lovely early 2010s, naïve little me version.
-S. B.
If you’d asked me about myself a few weeks ago, I would have told you I’m your average twenty-something, drowning in student loans and stuck in a soul-crushing office job. Pretty normal, right?
That was before I started working at Mobius, Inc. and discovered that magic is real.
Now I can see “force lines”—strange, glowing energy cords floating through the air that apparently no one else can see. Turns out I can also store that energy, which is either the coolest superpower ever or a death sentence, depending on who you ask. My new coworkers include wizards, shapeshifters, and actual gods. I’m being hunted by a deranged fallen star. My bodyguard is a seven-foot-tall leprechaun with a Guinness addiction. And somehow, I’ve started having very deep conversations with Bob, the supposedly inanimate fossil in the lobby.
As the world forgets the myths it was built on, their power fades—but some immortals aren’t ready to accept that. And apparently, I’m their solution.
So yeah. Definitely not normal anymore.
Just when I thought I’d gotten the hang of this whole “magic is real” thing, someone sent an assassin to kill me.
Apparently surviving my first encounter with the supernatural world made me a target. Now I’m trying to master abilities I barely understand while staying one step ahead of someone who’s very, very good at their job. The problem? I have no idea who hired them. Was it an old enemy? A new threat? Someone I haven’t even met yet?
Learning to control unstable magic is hard enough. Doing it while dodging death? That’s a whole new level of complicated.
At least I have my found family of gods, shifters, and one very protective leprechaun watching my back. Now I just have to figure out how to use my powers before my luck—and my time—runs out.
I’ve survived discovering magic, mastered my abilities, and even lived through an assassin’s contract. I thought the hard part was over.
I was wrong.
My greatest enemy has returned, and this time the stakes aren’t just my life—it’s the survival of magic itself. Everything I’ve learned, everyone I’ve fought to protect, every supernatural creature still clinging to existence in the modern world—it all comes down to this.
I’m no longer the girl who stumbled into the magical world by accident. I know who I am now. I know what I can do. The question is: will it be enough?