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My quick trip to the Underworld turned into a nightmare when Lucifer put a bounty on my head. Now I'm running for my life alongside the demon formerly known as a prince, ducking poisoned arrows at every turn, and searching for a goddess who doesn't want to be found. Nothing is going according to plan, including my attachment to Discord. He's tall, dark, and sexy as sin, and the more time I spend with this infuriating demon, the more my walls start to crumble.

Sophie Burroughs is determined to be a witch. Her grandmother was a witch. All the other supes say she smells like a witch, but she can’t cast a spell to save her life. Sprouting fur is so not on her to-do list. But when a smokin' hot werewolf bites her and then accuses her of crimes against his pack, she has until the next full moon to prove him wrong and stop his magic from transforming her into a wolf.

It's all fun and games until someone wakes up dead. Governor's daughter Jane Anderson is used to getting what she wants. When a girls' trip to Mardi Gras thrusts her into the arms - and fangs - of New Orleans' hottest vampire, he gifts her with immortality, super strength, and a complexion to die for. There's only one tiny problem. Jane faints at the sight of blood. When Ethan Devereaux meets Jane, his cold, lifeless heart learns to beat again.

People love to claim they're descendants of the witches they couldn't burn. We actually are. Our ancestors literally could not be set on fire. Neither can we. My sisters and I are elemental witches, and fire is ours to command. The veil between worlds is thin in Salem, and we belong to the order of witches duty-bound to keep the monsters at bay. But we've got two problems. One: Our bloodline is cursed. One of us is meant to destroy every witch in our coven. Two: I've accidentally possessed myself with a demon.

Father Christmas is damned to darkness. All hell breaks loose when the Grim Reaper takes a vacation. A succubus might fall in love, and Gaston may very well get his shift together and find happiness.

Earthbound angel Destiny Monroe has eight weeks to perform a miracle or she'll lose her wings and her immortality. That should be no big deal. She is an angel, after all. The problem? It takes months and cutting through miles of red tape to get a miracle approved by the higher-ups. More months than Destiny has left.

I'll go to hell and back to end my family's curse. They've left me no other choice. Summoning a demon has never been on my bingo card, but that's exactly what I'm about to do. It's the only way to save my sister, my parents, and my entire coven from extinction. Yes, the demon is a prince. Yes, bringing a being with that much power across the veil might cause a rift or two, but it's nothing a Holland witch can't handle. Besides, he'll owe me one.

Fantastic. It's just my luck I get turned into a vampire by an Edward Cullen wannabe who has Captain Jack Sparrow as his mentor. He did gift me with immortality, super strength, and a complexion to die for, so I suppose I shouldn't complain. There's only one tiny problem.... I faint at the sight of blood. All I wanted was to have the time of my life with my bestie at Mardi Gras. But you know what they say.... It's all fun and games until someone wakes up dead.

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.

Me, fated to a demon? Not a chance. But Mayhem is buying into this soulmate business, moving in and trying to put down roots in my life. For every crack he makes in the wall around my heart, I slap on some mortar and add another brick. The problem? The closer he gets, the more I want to let it all crumble. Because, when it comes to saving the world, maybe letting a demon love me is the only way I'll win.

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.

I’m Ash Holland—fire witch, reluctant heir to a cursed bloodline, and the only person in Salem who tattoos protective sigils on the people who actually know how to fight. I’m supposed to be the "Ink Master," a librarian of magic who stays behind the safety of the stacks. But my magic has always been erratic, and my latest "accident" is a catastrophe of biblical proportions. I’ve summoned Chaos. Not the concept—the man. Or rather, the Prince of Hell.

With an existential crisis looming over his head, Asher needs a break from reaping souls. But when he leaves his door to the underworld unattended, one escaped ghost threatens to turn the French Quarter into a haven for the hell-bound. Oh, and that crisis he was trying to escape? Her name is Jasmine Lee, and she could be the death of him. The literal death of Death. Yep. You heard that right. She’s never met a ghost she can’t tame, but when a thousand ornery spirits descend upon New Orleans, her secret weakness is a recipe for phantasmal disaster.

Jane Devereux is adjusting to her new life as a nocturne fabulously. She runs the most popular nightclub in the French Quarter and is married to the hottest vampire in New Orleans. When she accidentally runs over Santa Claus and has to turn him into a vampire to save him, her perfect undead life begins to crumble like a week-old sugar cookie. Whoops. Jane has three days to teach Santa the ways of the vampire and get him back to the North Pole in time for Christmas Eve.

Crimson Oliver is a bad witch. She's not wicked, but every spell she tries to cast goes awry in one way or another. After her last screw-up, the high priestess has threatened to bind her powers and turn her human for good. Crimson's solution? Challenge the priestess to a battle of magic she can't possibly win. Not without a miracle, anyway. Enter hotter-than-hellfire demon Mike Cortez. He's a devil's advocate who can make anyone's dreams come true…for a price. He's had his eye on the seductive witch for a while, and Satan is in the market for a new assistant.

I’m running a coven and trying to break a curse so we can stop the fabric of reality from unraveling around us…and I am screwing it up every chance I get. I don’t have time for romance, yet Fate had the audacity to send a possible soulmate my way. A demon who has the power to save us all…if only I could wrangle him into submission. A demon who's more like me than I care to admit. Working with Mayhem is like working with a bigger, beefier, masculine version of myself, and I have to say…I wouldn’t wish it on anyone. Even worse…

Gaston Bellevue has been single for 100 years. He's a bat-shifting vampire who has amassed a fortune, runs a B and B for supes, and is living his best death in the Big Easy. When his drunken bat collides with a windshield, and he finds himself locked in a cage at an animal sanctuary, death as he knows it is about to turn batshift crazy.

Who died and made me queen? Technically nobody, but my mom and sister did take an impromptu trip to the underworld, forcing me into the role of high priestess of the Salem coven. And I am so not cut out for the job. As if that's not enough responsibility for one witch to handle, I still have to summon a ticked off demon prince, convince him to help us break the family curse, and battle the beasties slipping through the rifts in the thinning veil… while hiding the fact that we're the ones who caused the rifts in the first place. Holy Hecate. Fighting monsters I can handle. Leading a coven?

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.

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.