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After two years of culinary grind, I was about to land my dream job. Nothing, absolutely nothing, could dampen my spirits. Or so I thought... until fate decided to hit me with a dirty little plot twist. My cozy, one-bedroom cabin rental is double-booked. With whom, you ask? None other than my ex, the NHL star with a knack for making headlines from his off-field conquests since we called it quits.

Our plan? Fake an engagement, have a showy wedding, solve our little problems, then amicably split. It's simple: I keep my B&B, and he shows his team he's serious about cleaning up his act. Perfect, right? But Jake doesn't know how to do things by halves.

Ember Verona's immortal life is a mess. Her best friend just got out of prison and, like the rest of their sistren, wants nothing to do with her. The swords that gave the guardians of Orphium their parapsych powers have been missing for hundreds of years. Nothing seems able to change that, or to put the Orphium Maere back together again. Until Ares Necroline, the leader of Orphium's necromancers, tips Ember off to the swords' location. They are up for auction at the National Gallery's annual Gala. Can Ember get the swords and her sistren back before tipping off the Authority?

Gray Bowie broke the bro code: he fell in love with his best friend's girlfriend. And he did a great job of hiding his feelings . . . until it all came to a head. That night, he lost both of them. Since her life blew up in high school, Knox Holliday has spent her time honing her skills as a couture wedding dress designer. But, just weeks before her debut, a freak accident wipes out her collection. The culprit: her ex's former best friend, Gray Bowie.

Lana: I’ve done everything right. Playing the part of the demure famiglia daughter, hiding my pain beneath makeup and pretty dresses. But marrying a man 10 years my senior? Whose words cut like knives and lips taste like poison? This is the one thing I can’t do. Naz: I’ve done nothing right. I’m not a virtuous man; I balance on the line between light and dark. My past is littered with sins. Each of them haunts me. I’m not worthy of the angel with long hair and hazel eyes. And yet, I’d burn the city to the ground to hold her in my arms. What’s a sinner to do?

They were right. The stronger our bonds grow; the closer evil gets. I've fallen for a charming Fae, protective Warlock, and a tempting Demon, all with sculpted bodies made for sin. Our bonds are only the beginning.