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My boyfriend cheated on me, so I bought a possibly haunted hot spring in BFE, Colorado. Oops. To make matters worse, the owner of my competition seems determined to crush my fledgling business at every turn. Oh, and the rumors are true… there’s an incubus demon trapped in my hot spring. Just when I think my life might get started, I find out my rival is blocking my contractor requests, making it impossible to get this dump running again. So, in a bid to save my business, I reluctantly negotiate with the demon: his infernal magic for my business's success. The catch?

I astral projected to cheat at poker and landed myself in witness protection with a brooding fire demon. Oops. Now my family’s hiding out in northern Maine in a busted-up café my brother won in a shady bet. The place is a disaster: cursed sugar jars, haunted espresso machine, and oh yeah… a smoldering Ifrit who runs the interdimensional bar behind the walk-in freezer. He’s all fire, fury, and don’t-touch-my-cups energy, and we clash over everything. We share a dangerously thin veil between realms we’re determined to fix—since we don’t want to see any more of each other than we have to.

A prophecy of ruin binds him to her. She wants nothing more than to escape. Lily has never been the delicate flower she was named after. She preferred silly pranks and dirty poetry to needlepoint and politics, which is why the queen sent her off to a “proper” royal academy. Now that her magic is developed and her manners are passable—barely—it’s time for her to return home and attract a powerful man to rule by her side. Except Lily doesn’t want a king or a kingdom. She wants freedom. And nothing feels more freeing than adventuring with her bodyguard, Alastair.

He wants his bloodthirsty rival for a wife. She only wants the queen's head on a pike. Scarlett Bloodletter narrowly escaped her own assassination at the tender age of fourteen. Why had her mother, the queen, tried to kill her? Beats Scarlett, but she assumed it was because she was a nomaj.

Before meeting Corvin, Maeve's penniless investigative journalist days were on wash, rinse, repeat: gym, latte, class, bar job, and madly slamming her keyboard in between. When the tall, handsome shifter pulls back the veil, revealing that she too is a Fae shapeshifter, everything changes. Now Maeve is tangled up with a Naga crime lord whos demanding Corvin finish his mission. But given his Fraebies, Corvin's magic is too dangerous to use and he's forced to leverage Maeve's investigative skills to find his quarry: a doctor that can cure him.