Casual Magic

When fire meets ice cream, will passion turn into a melted mess or dessert flambé? Quinn Byrne is rare, even among fire elementals, with her powers hard-wired into her arousal. She can't touch herself without setting the sheets ablaze. With an incendiary sex drive, Quinn's dating life is dryer than the desert that surrounds her hometown of Phoenix, Arizona. She'd give anything to have a normal romantic relationship. But she knows one thing for sure: human men are out of the question. No exceptions. Not even if the guy is trying to woo her with delicious ice cream. August Nord is new to town, building a business that involves things staying cold. His whole life has been one long, icy stretch until a fiery redhead saunters into his ice cream shop. Quinn is the hottest accountant he's ever met, and a small business owner would be dense not to hire a professional to review their finances, right? As the two approach their attraction with wary steps, the sparks flying between them are all too real. Will the flames feed their burning desire or melt their chance of a happily ever after?

Her first hate and first love are back in town. Things are about to get heated… Cat Byrne seems sweet, but she's hiding a volcanic temper. Her anger-fueled fire magic can melt tires off cars. Then her ex-best friend moves back to town, and the guy keeps popping up in inconvenient places, making sure she's running at a constant simmer. Rafael Aguado hopes to calm the waters between him and Cat, but that's hard to do when she'd rather see him boil alive. Maybe the water elemental could cool her off with time, but he has romantic competition. Rafael lost Cat to a handsome earth elemental years ago, and he refuses to let his rival win again. Even if it means kissing the hell out of the magical man to throw him off balance. Aspen Baumann's last relationship taught him an important lesson: never settle for less. Determined to have both the people he wants in his bed, the earth elemental attempts to regrow the bond between the estranged pair–with him rooted directly in the middle. Hopefully, enough indecently steamy encounters can wash away past mistakes… You'll be burning for this hot paranormal why-choose romance where scenes are spicy, swords cross, and all parties get an HEA! Fans of C.M. Nascosta, Ruby Dixon, and Molly Harper will want to dive into this steamy, paranormal rom-com.

Ava Bellerose may use men to charge up her healing magic, but that doesn't mean she wants to date one. She's fine living life as a single witch working a day job as a college librarian and spending nights as the masked performer, Pearl, at The Jewelry Box. Every routine on the stage means more magic power in the bank, courtesy of the customers craving her body. One man in particular can't seem to get enough. Ava finds perverse pleasure in ignoring his money and denying him anything more than a distant dance with zero eye contact. His admiration is intoxicating, and the magical boost is all she needs from him. But the guy becomes impossible to ignore when he shows up outside of her apartment. Their meeting must be fate… Sammy Reyes can't believe his luck. While visiting a new build site for work, he spots a heart-shaped behind and a pouty set of lips he'd recognize anywhere. Unfortunately, Pearl-or Ava-seems less than enthused to have her secret identity revealed, even if he promises to take her secret to a watery grave. From her hostile greeting, the gorgeous witch might be the one to bury him at the bottom of the Mariana Trench. But Sammy has spent his whole life charming people, and he's determined to prove himself as more than a faceless fuel tank of lust. Especially when Ava makes it abundantly clear his money has no sway on her affections. To woo the librarian, the water elemental will have to dive deeper than his normal surface-level charisma. But just as Sammy starts to show the vulnerable heart behind his confident mask, Ava's two lives collide in the worst way. Can she risk stepping out from behind her own protective walls, or will she leave him wanting?