Two weeks ago, I escaped Hades’ fortress. In the process, I turned him against me. So, yeah, he definitely hates me now. But I’m headed back, and I’m prepared for war. My goal? To stop his terrible plan to spread eternal darkness to the earth. To succeed, I must master my magic before it destroys me. Only Hades can teach me, however. He’s willing - as long as I agree to help him.

My idea of a party is hanging out with a mini box of wine and a raccoon. So yeah, I need a life. When I’m accused of murder, things get wild. One, I learn that I have magic. Two, there’s a secret magical city hidden right in London itself. And three, the only one who can help me is a vampire who’s sexy as sin and scary as the devil himself. He's called the Devil of Darkvale and he all but owns Guild City. My life is on the line if I don’t solve the murder, which means surviving in this new world of witch parties, magical guilds, and a vampire with a tortured past.

Since I was born, I was destined to be one thing - the Alpha’s mate. It should be every girl’s dream. Not mine, though. He’s too dark and damaged, and I’ve got a secret he can never know: I’m not a true wolf. Instead of waiting for him to figure out that I’m an abomination, I left on my 15th birthday. But I didn’t go far. No way in hell would I let him drive me from the town I love. Ten years later, I’m still hiding in plain sight. When I occasionally see him on the street - deadly, sexy, powerful - I just walk by. Keep my head down. Until that night.

I can handle anyone who walks into my pub. Except him - the most powerful vampire who ever lived. The First. Dark, damaged, and hot as hell. He says I’m his one and only Vampire Bride, and that five years ago, I buried him alive. Obviously he’s crazy, because I don’t remember any of that. All I know is that if I want to escape his vengeance, I have to help him infiltrate a deadly secret society.

Scholar Diana Laughton can't shake her terrible nightmares. Dreams of battle, dreams of blood...dreams so vivid she's living them day and night. When demons invade her quiet life and she flees to Scotland, she fears she might be going mad. Or perhaps she's remembering a past life she never knew existed...

They say a fae without a court slowly goes insane, so I should be in a rough state after my own court kicked me out. But I've managed to get by, hunting demons for fun and slinging drinks at Potions and Pastilles. At least, until my past comes back to haunt me. The king of the Ice Court has been hunting me for years. And when he finds me, he wants claim me as his fated mate. Worst of all? He then plans to sacrifice me to save his dying kingdom. But one touch changes everything, because I’m the only one who can warm him.

Cass Clereaux is good at two things: finding treasure and killing demons. Lying low is a close third - but not because she wants to be good at hiding. Cass is a FireSoul, one of the unlucky few to inherit a piece of a dragon's soul. On the surface, the perks are sweet - she has the power to find and steal any type of magical treasure, including the powers of other supernaturals. But it doesn't come without a price; stealing powers requires that she kill, and others would destroy her if they discover what she is.

People think I'm normal. They're wrong. I'm demon touched - filled with dark, deadly magic. Hiding my power is the only way to survive. Problem is, I'm about to start my first term at the best Academy of Magic in the world. So hiding is going to be a problem. When demons attack, the Academy calls on the lethally sexy gladiator Maximus. As the best tracker, I'm forced to work with Maximus to defend our kind. But his mage powers are strong, and he senses there's something wrong with my magic. He's powerful as hell, and he wants me.

I'm struggling with my dark side - the demon within me - and only Samael can help. He’s decided we're dangerous for each other, but I know we need to join forces. If we can't defeat the Free Men together, I will lose myself to the demon within, and a darkness will spread across Albia. 

I've been kidnapped by Zeus. Plucked from the streets of Manhattan and frightened half to death by a freaking Olympian god. And now I'm trapped in the Underworld, being forced to compete in a series of deadly trials for the position of Queen of the Underworld. Which would mean marrying Hades, the utterly terrifying Lord of the Dead. Who the hell wants a husband at all, let alone one made of smoke and riddled with death?  

As a wolf shifter growing up in a strong pack, I should be living my best life. But after my father tried to kill our leader, I’m labelled an outcast, traitor, less than dirt. When I can't take pack life any longer, I run, but apparently they don't like losing their punching bag. Torin, the leader’s son, drags me back before my first shift...a shift that will reveal my true mate. I never could have predicted who mine would be, but the moment my wolf looks upon him, I’m filled with hope for a brighter future. 

When my parents were banished from Wolf City before I was born, I thought there was no way I would ever live in a pack again. Cuffed, with my shifter magic bound, I was forced to go to school with witches and vampires in order to keep my true nature from coming out. Then I met him. Sawyer Hudson. The Alpha's son was visiting the Delphi College for Magically Banished Youth and spotted me.

Your neighbor is just as likely to be a vampire as they are to be a troll, human, elf, or a werewolf. Amber's parents never forgave her after her brother died. They were young and careless, but Amber left all that guilt in Texas when she fled to the pacific northwest to be a nurse. But when she decides to play hero, her life as a nurse is cut short. Newly turned wolves aren't easily trusted.

I never thought I'd be singing happy birthday to myself in a dungeon. And yet when a sinfully sexy demon crashes happy hour, that's exactly what happens. He’s known as the Lord of Chaos, he’s mistaken me for my succubus doppelgänger. Happy birthday to me. When he tastes my blood, he finally understands I’m mortal.

"Happily Ever After" wasn't supposed to come with a do-over option. But when my husband of 20 years packs up and heads for greener pastures, and my son heads away to college, that's exactly what my midlife becomes. A do-over. This time, though, I plan to do things differently. Age is just a number, after all, and at 40 I'm ready to carve my own path. Eager for a fresh start, I make a somewhat unorthodox decision and move to a tiny town in the Sierra foothills.