Monsters & Artifacts

Humans and Werewolves do not mix. I tried that once and all I have to show for it is a broken heart. No thanks. When I have to pretend that Daphne is my mate in order to find the mystical artifact threatening my clan, I know it's going to end badly. But I'll do anything to save my family, so I decide to act like the cheerful bookworm with the body of a goddess doesn't affect me in the least. Which was a big fat lie even before I discovered the one thing that would make all of this ten times more complicated. You see Daphne is my true mate. Now every day that I spend with her is a special kind of torture. Her very touch makes my body burn with desires I'd buried a long time ago. I need to claim Daphne, to make her mine. But I can't, I won't. She may accept that I'm a Werewolf, but Daphne doesn't know the dark beast that lurks under my skin. If she did, she'd run screaming. So I'm going to keep my distance, for both our sakes. And when the mission is done, I'm setting her free. Even if I have to tear my heart out to do it. Contains mature themes.

Two hot Gargoyles. One serial killer. And the worst case of being hard up you've ever seen. No, I'm not hot for the criminal, just the two Gargoyles I have to work with to catch him. One of these guys broke my heart twelve years ago. The other is my partner with the Supernatural Branch of the Seattle PD. Both should be off limits but my body isn't getting the message. When the three of us go undercover at a local "den of iniquity" to catch the killer, all the lines get blurred. Now I'm on the brink of falling for not one, but two growly Gargoyles. If this goes sideways, getting carved up by a Jack the Ripper copycat will be the least of my worries. Contains mature themes.

My ex-wife is the only one that can save me. Guess I shouldn't have eaten her favorite Girl Scout cookies . . . You know you've still got it bad when you haven't taken the wedding ring off a year after the divorce. Andy has always been the only one for me. The brawn to my brains. The hot fudge to my vanilla ice cream. The . . . well you get the idea. But this isn't the reunion I would've hoped for. With feral Orcs and a psychopath bent on world domination hunting us, it doesn't exactly leave a lot of time to show her how 'great' I'm doing without her. Or to ask her why she left me without an explanation. Between the fights about who actually left socks all over the apartment (totally her) and who was the biggest workaholic (maybe a tie), we start to realize that the past isn't going to stay buried. All it takes is one illicit moment on the back of a motorcycle for us to reignite the passion that used to burn so hot between us. Returning to a love that broke both our hearts isn't going to help us survive. In fact it might just kill us. Problem is, we were never good at resisting one another. Contains mature themes.