A celebration of love between a stepmom and her stepchild.

"Ethan has a new stepmom. She can't throw a ball like his mom can, but she makes great pancakes--and makes him laugh"--

In 1810, Lucy Bluecrowne, twelve, is bored living ashore with her stepmother and half brother until two nefarious strangers identify her little brother as the pyrotechnical prodigy they need for their evil plan.

In Yaleylah, Missouri, teens Silla and Nick, drawn together by loss and a shared family history of blood magic practitioners, are plunged into a world of dark magic as they try to unravel the mystery of Silla's parents' apparent murder suicide.

When I first met my stepmother, I was a little suspicious. All stepmothers are supposed to be wicked! Evil! Downright B-A-D BAD! Or at least, that's what the stories say. So I thought I knew just what to expect from mine. But my stepmother didn't seem to be any of those things. She helped me paint my room. She left me notes in my lunch box. She baked my favorite lemon squares. Is it possible I might have been wrong about stepmothers?

"Glorieta Magdalena Davis Espinosa is happy that Papi married Alice. She's happy that he can smile again after years of mourning Mamá. But the urn containing Mamá's ashes disappeared into a drawer the day Alice moved in. If everything about Glorieta's life is going to change, then she wants one thing to go her way: She wants to hear stories about her mamá when the family gathers on the last night of los Días de los Muertos. And that can only happen...