Terra

A reject—that’s the best way to describe how I’m treated. All because I’m a hybrid. The monarchs of hell revere pure bloodlines and perfection above all else, and in their eyes, I’m a mutt. Good thing dear old Dad, the Grim Reaper, has never once looked at me as anything other than his favorite child. Well, I’m his only child, but semantics. Suddenly, he has tasked me with the job of going to the council summit in his place. An event that happens once every century to determine which royal house will be voted into the supreme position. A position people would kill for.

Apparently, there’s no rest for the over-forty crowd. Yes, I have fabulous friends. Yes, I have a beautiful baby. Yes, the ghosts are coming back home. Yes, I’m in love with the Grim Reaper. However, that sexy Demon has got some major ’splainin’ to do … like his possible involvement in the shocking kidnapping of my worst and most deadly enemy. With a drag queen and an ice queen as my back up, we’re going to sashay away into the Darkness to find the truth and turn a wrong into a right. Although, I’m learning fast that black and white are often clouded with shades of gray.

But I’m not your average witch. I’m a Dark witch, and I loooove to hunt and kill demons with good old-fashioned magic. All is well until a human girl is murdered and her soul taken by a Greater demon. It gets worse. Human bodies are dropping like flies and I have no choice but to team up with Logan, a sexy as sin angel-born warrior to solve the case. Trouble is, everyone knows angel-borns hate Dark witches. I can’t trust him. But I don’t have a choice. I’m going to solve these murders, even if the angel-born hates me, and even if the heat between us is irresistible.

The signs are unmistakable. Momar isn't just targeting Austin's brother. When one of Momar's grunts breaks into Austin's territory looking to grab Jessie for questioning, Jessie and her crew realize they are under fire. In order to protect themselves, it becomes obvious they need backup.

Shadowvale isn’t your typical small-town America. The sun never shines, the gates decide who enters, magic abounds, and every resident bears some kind of curse. For Isadora Graham, Shadowvale seems like a dream come true. A safe haven where she can hide from the darkness that lives within her and, hopefully, keep everyone else from finding out about it too. She needs this kind of place where she’ll be left alone. Where no one will realize who she really is.

I suck at witchcraft. Coming from a long line of famous witches, I should be at the top of the heap. Problem is, if there's a spell cast anywhere near me, I'll somehow mess it up. As a probationary agent with the Arcane Bureau of Investigation, I have two choices: I can limp along and maybe pass myself off as a competent agent, or I can die. Horribly. Worse news? I seem to have a stalker in the form of a sinfully hot, perpetually grumpy wolf who seems to have a keen interest in keeping me alive. Whose idea was this again?

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.

Last week, I was a hotel maid who had no idea magic existed. Today, I’m the prisoner of a werewolf pack. I had to steal from them to save a friend, and now I’m behind bars. To make things more complicated, the werewolf alpha is my fated mate - and now he hates me for my betrayal. The attraction between us is off the charts, but it doesn't matter. His loyalty is to his pack. He would avoid me if he could, but he can't. When we're forced to work together to save his pack, it becomes clear that neither of us is going to escape with our hearts intact.

My entire life, I was groomed to be the perfect leader for my pack, but the day they were slaughtered changed everything. I search for answers, desperate for retribution, but every secret I uncover makes me challenge everything I’ve ever known. With my fated mate by my side, we face down the enemy, determined to give them a name and a face. What we discover is worse than we imagined. Things aren’t what they seem, and we might not recognize each other when it's all over.

As the future pack leader of the Silver Wolves, my life was carefully planned: Stay hidden, and learn to fight. In an instant, everything changes. My pack was slaughtered by an unknown enemy. Alone and unsure who to trust, I search for safety.