My name is Wilhemina Jensen. I am one of the few people who survived when aliens first made contact. I managed to hide for more than a year before they found me. I ended up living in a tent city set up in a school yard that felt like a human zoo for months when one of the orcs pulled me out of the food line. He and his friends fed me the first real meal I’d had in ages before sending me back to my tent. I wasn’t trying to attract attention, but the next thing I know, I’m getting special treatment. When I asked why, I didn’t like the vague answer I got.

I’m the alpha of my dragon shifter clan, and I’m bound by duty. It doesn’t matter that Skye’s my fated mate. She’s human. They won’t accept her. I won’t accept anyone else. She was my best friend when we were young. I’ve loved her since I was a teenager. But I’ve done my best to keep my distance, for the good of the clan. Enough. I’m the alpha now, and I’m done waiting. I want Skye as my mate. My clan will have to live with it. 

Suddenly I’m neck-deep in a world that I’ve never really believed in, no matter what my crazy great-aunt Mabel used to say. Seriously, I have more than enough drama in my life already, without adding an irresistibly mesmerizing nightclub owner to the mix. My boss - a man with a penchant for trouble and the echo of tragedy lurking behind his dark gaze. My new coworkers appear to be universally insane. My deadbeat ex is in trouble with a capital “T”, and if history is any indication, he’ll do his best to drag my son and me right along with him.

I won’t be forced into alien servitude. I’ve spent my life mucking out the houses of the rich and famous. I know what they’re really like. They think they can take whatever they want. I learned that the hard way.  

For a decade, I’ve hated the supernaturals who owned my world. I hunted them. I killed them. And now, in the most grand twist of fate - I am bonded to one of them. Oh, the irony. Being a supernatural bounty hunter isn’t exactly a popular job. But after the magic wars, there aren’t many things a human can do that will put food on the table. Thankfully, anything my right hook can’t handle, my guns can. Or so I thought.  

Logan fell irreversibly in love with Cyrus, but she needs time to cope with the ramifications of his choice, one made thousands of years ago. She needs time alone to piece herself together. She has to face the woman who brought her into this immortal world. And the feeble attempt on Cyrus life doesn’t sit right with her. She wants answers - who tried to kill him and why? Past sins are never easy to forgive, but as memories surface, staying away from Cyrus begins to feel impossible. There are a million reasons she’s fallen for him, over and over.

The Ulkar are the stuff of nightmares, and they want to do much worse to Ellie than kill her. They want to breed her. Kula is sent to save her. He’s an Aparan warrior, the only race in the galaxy strong enough to fight the Ulkar. He swears to die protecting her, but there’s only one way to save her: The Ulkar will not breed with a woman who has already been claimed, so Kula will have to do it first.

I am a warlord. A beast. An assassin for the Intelligence Core. Even so, I’ve been sent to Earth for a simple mission: Find a mate. I hold no hope. Who would want me? I’m scarred...inside and out. But one look at the human beauty and there is no question: She’s mine. When she is taken from me, I will use all my training to save her from my enemies.

Custom-aquarium specialist, Undrea Seeley, is supernaturally good at creating made-to-order fish tanks for her customers. Probably because she loves what she does. And because she’s a mermaid. She also loves living in a town where she can be herself. Well, the version of herself everyone thinks she is. But then, who isn’t harboring a secret, right? 

“Marry the devil...or die.” That’s the ultimatum Belle Harrison, vampire slayer, just received from a demon. Belle has only one response: To hell with him. Turns out it’s not that easy, though. Apparently the devil doesn’t know the meaning of the word no. Lucky for Belle, three panty-melting vampires come to her aid. Three hot vampires she can’t resist. Hey, we all have our vices. Hers just happen to have fangs.

Fox, JJ, Chase, and Maverick. The four names tattooed onto my heart more permanently than any of the ink on my skin. They don’t just live in this town anymore, they rule it. And the view here may be beautiful, but the sun, sea and sand hide dark secrets. The gangs. The lies. The violence. It all lurks beneath a veil so thin that once you’ve seen through it, you can never close your eyes to the truth again. But I don’t plan on closing my eyes. I have four devils set in my sights. And this dead girl no longer has anything to lose. 

My name is Tawny Bigford. I’m 35, single, and I love hot showers. Seriously, all I wanted was a hot shower to start my day off right, but when I went to confront my landlady about the broken plumbing, I wound up talking to her corpse, instead. Now, everyone thinks I’m to blame for her murder - not the best way to make an impression on the new neighbors, let me tell you. 

When visitors arrive, Clara Valmont must make an entirely new agreement with the vampire she is indebted to in order to stay alive. But even her brief reprieve might not be enough when something far more dangerous than a vampire comes to call. Things between Clara and Alaric are not what they appear to be, and if anyone learns the truth, then it could spell death, for both of them.

In a world where vampires and angels live in secret, one woman is prophesied to destroy them all. Astasiya Davenport knows she's different. It's hard to miss her peculiar skillset when she can persuade everyone around her to do whatever she wants just by uttering a few words. But she's never understood where the ability came from. Until she met him. Issac Wakefield. Billionaire extraordinaire. Vampire. A dark knight who should kill her, but offers her a deal instead. He's full of secrets and answers and the truth about her past.

I used to hunt witches. Now I live with one. To further complicate things, my past as a supernatural bounty hunter doesn’t exactly make me popular in these new circles I’m running in. Shocker, I know. Someone wants me dead.  He wants me to stay in Nathalie’s apartment and be safe while he handles the threat, all while holding Bree’s future over my head. Not gonna happen. To say I’m f--ked is an understatement. But I’ve been in worse spots before. Lucifer may be gone, but the corruption of magic isn’t.