Arkon

Demons aren’t real. Are they?

One sexy demon. One human female. One lethal magic dagger.

She’s broken. He’s on a mission. How did her brokenness derail his mission? Join this sexy demon and the woman who can’t deny the attraction to him on a journey for healing, revenge, and sexy times.

Jasmine’s life flipped upside down a little more than a decade ago since the fateful day she intervened in a scuffle between two men with horns. Horns! Since that day her family’s thought she’s bonkers. In more institutions than she cares to remember, on more prescriptions than a junkie, she’s finally settled into a semblance of normal in the middle of nowhere, running an antique store. Normal. Totally. Until…

Arkon been haunted by the memory of the girl who saved his life ages ago, but he’s had more important things on his mind. Staying alive. He and his brothers are being persecuted by bounty hunters sent by the princes of hell. He’s doing everything he can not to be killed. While at the same time, trying to find a way through the veil so he can avenge his parents’ murders. Until…

Dagon

Demon Dagon’s loved Morgan for as long as he can remember. There’s only one little problem. He can’t help reliving her death in his mind. Dagon, you see, has a special ability. He sees things. Sees the future. And he can’t stop seeing Morgan’s grisly death.

Morgan’s been holding onto a secret all her life. She reads energies. She’s got another secret too. A secret crush on Dagon, this mysterious guy that rooms with her brother. He’s hot and he’s… wait, what? He has horns? Surely she didn’t see horns on him, did she?

Things get hotter than Hell when this couple hook up. They also ratchet up the danger as a series of unsolved murders pull Dagon and Morgan into a cyclonic wave of danger. Can this demon save the woman he loves from danger?

Calrod

Calrod’s sworn off love, women, all that warm fuzzy stuff. You bet. This is one demon who’s determined to have a heart of stone. He’s got a good reason for this and isn’t interested in sharing his reasons.

Cara Night’s got a secret of her own. One she hasn’t shared with anyone, not even her pregnant, demon-loving best friend. Okay, she’s got two secrets, but it seems that one of them is clearly written on her face. She’s in love with Calrod. She wants him, but there’s something off with the man. Something very off. She can’t put a finger on it and no one is interested in letting her in on it.

So, these two will play the avoidance dance, until they are united in a cause to defeat a demon prince with a hell of a grudge.

Tazarek

Tazarek spent years being controlled by a prince of hell. He wants to give into the darkness. To surrender to the dark side of himself. What else is a demon who’s been tormented to do?

Now he’s ready for a life of his own. On earth. Or is he?

Eliza’s been marked by an ancient demon. She’s been tossed out of her coven. Exiled, doomed to live alone in the woods.

Until one day, a dark-haired demon enters her life. For the second time.

Aithen

Aithen’s having headaches that aren’t headaches. How’s he supposed to tell Olivia the truth about what’s happening to him? Haunted by memories he shouldn’t be remembering, memories of slaughtering of monsters. He’ll never be clean of the sins he’s committed. One monster. Himself.

The second Olivia knows who he really is, he’s sure she’ll recoil in disgust and hate him. To prevent that, he does the only thing he can. He removes himself form her life and leaves his heart—and hers—shattered.

Olivia has a secret. Well, maybe more than one. Right now, she’s dealing with a beast that’s escaped from the depths of hell and has her in its sights. All alone, with Aithen far removed from her life, she’s simply trying to survive. Things don’t seem to be too dire. Until they do.

Conan

“I’ve spent decades being tortured by your memory. You swore you’d be mine. And instead, you ripped out my heart and left it to rot because you’re a coward.”

The sadness that tainted her words was enough to slice Conan open as if she were the one holding the dagger. She pressed herself closer, his blade pressing into her neck. He wasn’t sure how there wasn’t blood. For a horrible second, he thought she was going to slice her own throat open, and his hand tensed.

“I’ve been dead for years. Make it official or leave. I have work to do.”

Conan’s not going to let Cyrene walk away from him again. Not ever.