So much for taming the savage demon. Mayhem is the most difficult, infuriating man I have ever laid eyes on. So why is it that all I can think about is laying...ahem...myself on him? My sister thinks he and I are fated mates. I think she's taken one too many hits with a basilisk's tail. Me, fated to a demon prince? Not a chance. Not that it matters, especially with the impending beasties of doom invasion on our horizon. Then there's Discord, the final piece of the puzzle that could save everyone's lives. We can't summon him without some mystical amulet he lost in Salem four centuries ago. Because that should be easy to find, right? Sheesh. Hecate, have mercy. We'll need it.

???????????????????????? ???? ???????????????????? ???????? ???????????????? ????????????????... Succubus Katrina is fasting for her freedom. If she can ignore her demonic urges long enough, Satan will eventually forget about her, and she'll be free. Just because she isn't getting it on doesn't mean she can't help the supes of New Orleans do the pants-off dance-off. Introducing Swipe Right to Bite, the best and only hook-up app for the supernatural. Business booms from day one, and the horizontal tango becomes the most popular dance in the Big Easy. Until Gabe, the insufferable incubus, shows up and ruins everything. There isn't enough room in this town for two fornicating fiends, and Katrina is determined to send this guy packing, no matter how hot a fire he lights in her nether regions. But Gabe has a few tricks up his sleeve, and he won't make it easy on her. The question is, how hard will she make it on him? ???????? ???????????? ???????????????? ???????????????????? ???????????????????????????????? ????????????...

The demon is out of my head, but my problems are only beginning. The veil between worlds is ripping open, and all kinds of nastiness is getting through. Normally, I'd say no problem. It's our job to keep Salem safe. But I just found out there's a curse on my coven, and the demon I exorcised is the only one who can save us. Well, he and his two brothers, whom we also have to summon. Yay. As if handling one Prince of Hell isn't enough of a hassle. But if we can't find them, I'm doomed to murder my entire coven. The danger keeps piling up, people are dying, and we're no closer to ending the curse than we were a month ago. Oh, and that demon who swears he can help? He's hotter than hellfire and wants to make me his own. He says I'm the order to his chaos, but we could be a match made in hell.

Forget the demon on my shoulder. The one in my head is driving me mad. They call me the Ink Master. Sounds badass, right? I come from a long line of monster hunters, so why not? Don't get too excited. It's just a fancy word for librarian. In reality, I'm the most inept witch who ever had the nerve to call Salem her home. And I've just possessed myself with a demon. Yep, I accidentally invited him in, trapped him in my head, and I don't know how to get him out. And let me tell you, he is pissed. He's not just any demon, either. When I flub, it has to be epic, so I summoned Chaos himself. As if I'm not enough of a hot mess on my own. I've got two weeks to get this demon out of my head before Chaos takes over completely and I become the voice in his head. No problem for a flame-touched witch of Salem, right? Right??? If you like snarky witches, smoldering demons, and fast-paced action, you'll love this...

As my power grows, so does my bond with Chaos. We found his brother, but then we lost him again. There's a traitor in our midst who's thwarting us at every turn, and if we can't summon the next demon, the entire town...heck, maybe the world...will be in peril. I've got to save my coven at any cost, but the more time I spend with this demon by my side, the more obvious it becomes that the price I pay will be my heart. Chaos must return to hell to save us all, but I'm not sure I can survive without him.

The Angel of Death needs to get a life. Archangel Azrael—AKA the Grim Reaper—spends his life around death, and his job is taking a toll on his happiness. At the advice of his therapist, he decides a night out with the living is just what the doctor ordered. To his dismay, it's speed dating night at DeLux Café, and the hosts refuse to let him leave. But when a bubbly blonde vampire catches his eye, she might just be the cure to this brooding angel's woes. Deirdre moves to LA for a change of scenery and a new flavor of the month. What better way to find Mr. Right Now than at a session of speed dating? She sets her sights on a scrumptious dark angel, and he does not disappoint. Deirdre has always had a hard time keeping her hands to herself, and the wicked sharp scythe glinting in the bedroom light—the object he specifically tells her not to touch—is just too tempting.Whoops. Now she's gone from...

World's first woman. World's first vampire. World's worst at finding love. Lilith doesn't believe in soulmates. If she couldn't make it work with the man she was literally created for, how could they possibly exist? She goes to speed dating on the hunt for a man to quench her thirst. What she finds instead will either rock her world or be the final stake in the Queen of the Night. Owl shifter Spencer has learned his lesson with powerful women. After his last girlfriend derailed his career and nearly destroyed him, he'd rather have his feathers plucked one by one than let another woman sink her talons into his heart. When his sister convinces him to go to speed dating, he can't deny his attraction to the gorgeous crimson-haired vampire who captures his attention. But he refuses to get burned again. Can two people who don't believe in love find happiness together? Or will their colliding worlds...