Misfits Of New Orleans

Her life wasnt all bad until she woke up a vampire. Sabrina raised a daughter, started her own coffee shop, and bought her dream house in her hometown of New Orleans. If she had to complain about anything, it would be the seventh level of Hell hot flashes that come with being 53 years old. That is, until she wakes up a vampire. Her body has never been more perky and her hair is a dream. Problems? Several. A vampire shouldnt have hot flashes, mood swings that rival a rollercoaster ride, and the urge to drop into a dead sleep at 9:00 pm. There is a God and he goes by the name of Christoph, the king of the New Orleans coven and a vampire who is hotter than her night sweats. Ready to jump his ancient bones, she manages self control. Barely. When she learns he can cure more than her animalistic urges, she will promise anything. Enter the misfits. A succubus kicked out of Hell, an old as dirt reaper, a purple dragon whose hiccups light eyebrows on fire, and a cute as can be pooch thats really a Hellhound. All occupants of the B&B, Fangri-La and Sabrinas job is to turn Christophs new acquisition into a thriving business. Holy hot flashes, she may have sunk her fangs into more than she can handle.

Love, laughter, and a wedding from Hell. Six months into carrying her and Christophs baby, Sabrina is finally about to tie the knot with the sexiest vampire in all New Orleans. That is, if her wedding planner doesnt give her a coronary first. With an appetite that rivals a blue whale, and the libido of a nympho, its no wonder she is tired all the time. However, when her little dragon goes missing, she will set ten alarms to wake her dead backside up at midnight to rendezvous with a kidnapper. Just dont tell the groom! If dealing with life as a pregnant vampire isnt stressful enough, Satan has turned her beloved B&B, Fangri-La, into a fright fest. Hells Bells! If she survives this wedding, the devil just might find his pitchfork where the sun doesnt shine.

In the heart of New Orleans, where the supernatural frolic with the mundane and magic is just another ingredient in the gumbo, Hazel finds herself in a sticky situation not even the finest beignet sugar can sweeten. Kicked out of Hell for clumsiness that would make a poltergeist facepalm, this succubus with a heart of gold, (and a penchant for pink) is about to turn New Orleans upside down. Her latest misadventure? A one-night stand unwittingly steals so much magic from Jack O'Lantern, the prince of the jaguar shifters, he can now only shift into a house cat. Holy enchanted eclairs, is she ever in a vat of hot voodoo stew. As if things couldn't get any worse, the landlord of her new bakery, The Sinful Crumb, is Jack himself. She's going to need more than a sprinkle of luck to reverse this feline faux pas. The ovens are not the only thing heating her kitchen. Jack's sultry glances are more tempting than Satan's Sinful Sheet cake. Hazel needs to give him back his magic without breaking her heart in the process. Trouble is, it requires a sacrifice she's not ready to make.