Kharon, the Boatman of Hell, has been doing his job since the dawn of time - and he is tired. As a demon, Kharon had always been feared by the souls as he ferried them to their afterlives. But, not anymore. The world has changed, and the mortal souls he now encounters are self-entitled jerks. Instead of cowering, and asking why they are in Hell, they argue, and they demand to see his manager or a lawyer. This human behavior alone has Kharon dreaming of retirement; leaving his boatman role to be carried on by his last living heir.

Vampyres don't exist. They absolutely do not exist. At least I didn't think they did 'til I tried to quit smoking and ended up Undead. Who in the hell did I screw over in a former life that my getting healthy equates with dead? Now I'm a Vampyre. Yes, we exist whether we want to or not. However, I have to admit, the perks aren't bad. My girls no longer jiggle, my ass is higher than a kite, and the latest Prada keeps finding its way to my wardrobe.

I was a top-notch Were agent for the secret paranormal Council and happily living in Chicago, where I had everything I needed - a gym membership, season tickets to the Cubs, and Dwayne - my gay Vampyre best friend. Going back now would mean facing the reason I'd left, and I'd rather chew my own paw off than deal with Hank. Hank the Tank Wilson was the six-foot-three, obnoxious, egotistical, perfect-assed, best-sex-of-my-life Werewolf who cheated on me and broke my heart.

Released from the magic pokey and paroled with limited power is enough to make any witch grumpy. However, if you throw in a recently resurrected cat, a lime-green Kia, and a sexy egotistical werewolf, it's enough to make a gal fly off the edge. Not to mention a mission...with no freaking directions. So here I sit in Asscrack, West Virginia, trying to figure out how to complete my mysterious mission before All Hallows Eve when I'll get turned into a mortal.

What happens when an accountant decides to grab life by the horns and try something new? Apparently a pirate named Dave, a lot of pastel fleece, and blackmail - just to start with. Visualize and succeed, Oprah said. I was sure as hell trying, even if my campaign to score a job as the local weather girl had ended in a restraining order. Okay, TV was not my strength. But a lack of talent has never stopped me before. Which is why I've embarked on a writing career. I mean, how hard can it be to come up with a sexy romance?

Blair's life isn't perfect, but she has a plan. Find a new roommate, finish school, and finally start the future she's been working so hard for. And then he knocks on her door. One unwanted visitor is all it took to crush her reality and leave her living in fear. But at least she's living, thanks to the help of a good Samaritan. A very sexy, tattooed, and motorcycle-riding man with a dog that looks as savage as he is sweet. GreenPeace saves her. He makes her feel safe. He makes her feel a lot of things she's never felt before.

After war veteran Kennedy O’Brien returned home from Afghanistan and caught her husband in bed with the nanny, she lost her faith in all things male. So she started Fool Me Once Investigations to stick it to the man — because there’s no better bounty hunter than a woman scorned. Her latest job is a wild dog-chase to slap cuffs on a bail jumper turned Chihuahua thief, but thanks to her meddling family, Kennedy will have to put up with a partner. And it’s about the last man she’d ever pick: Her cheating ex-husband’s best friend, Griffin Crawford.

It's hard enough being an undergraduate student, an intern at Downtown Manhattan's police station, and a bouncer at a local bar. Add her now ex-boyfriend who recently dumped her for the school's resident bimbo - oh, and she's a werewolf.

James Flynn is an expert shot, a black belt in karate, fluent in four languages, and irresistible to women. He’s also a heavily medicated patient in a Los Angeles psychiatric hospital. Flynn believes his locked ward is the HQ of Her Majesty’s Secret Service. When the hospital is acquired by a new HMO, Flynn is convinced that the Secret Service has been infiltrated by the enemy. He escapes to save the day, and in the process, Flynn kidnaps a young Hispanic orderly named Sancho. This crazy day trip turns into a very real adventure when Flynn is mistaken for an actual secret agent.

Katie Maddison never wanted to learn how to kick a demon's ass, all she was doing was helping a fellow university student with his Chem homework. She just trusted people too much. Now, she will be the new weapon in a war she had no idea existed with warriors wielding both weapons and supernatural abilities. Demon Hunters, Demon Fighters ... Known as The Damned. People possessed by Demons, but still remaining in control of their bodies. One of the most powerful Demon's in Hell can't defeat his sister, so he sets her up to be sacrificed and killed. The only problem? The human she possesses retained her sanity and together they might be a catalyst to change the future of the war. If they can stay alive and learn how to share one body, that is.

Three US Navy SEALs. One lucky nanny. I lied my way into a Lakers suite to get closer to the game. I had no idea I was messing with a bunch of Navy SEALs. But the three gorgeous, powerful men aren't angry. In fact, they want to offer me a job. Rogan, the tall, dark, and handsome commander who goes the extra mile by visiting my hotel and convincing me to take the job. Brady, the Boston goofball whose dirty jokes and naughty smiles send an excited shiver up my spine. Asher, the freckled blond sweetheart who specializes in combat intelligence.

Your heart shall be his, then will come the sting. You will suffer...and then you shall burn. The words chill me to the bone. That’s my fate. At least, that’s what the fortune teller says. Destiny, horoscopes...who believes in that? I sure don’t. I make my own future, thank you very much. But when I meet Scott Danger, the words come back to haunt me. Handsome, rich, and sexier than any man should be, he’s pursuing me hard and fast. I want to run just so he’ll chase me...catch me...take me. I’m in so much trouble, but I think I like it. Still, those eerie words.... Do I tempt fate?

My name is Savannah Miller. My father is the mayor of New York. One day, after my 27th birthday, I was grabbed from behind. A cloth sack was quickly pulled over my head, and I was taken from everything I'd ever known. I was beaten, starved, treated like an animal, and forced to live in a room with no windows. With no sense of time and no dignity left, I finally gave up hope and made a promise to myself to end it all. Unfortunately, it was going to be a slow process.

Best-selling author De'nesha Diamond brings her dynamic storytelling talent to DC's treacherous corridors of power - where scandal is merely the first move in a high-stakes game that makes its own rules. It's an offer too tempting to refuse: One night as an elite escort will give Abrianna Parker the fresh start she's been searching for and put the pain and costly missteps of the past behind her for good. But getting framed for a high-profile murder isn't what the coolheaded beauty signed up for.

Kera Watson never expected to face death behind a Los Angeles coffee shop. Not after surviving two tours lugging an M16 around the Middle East. If it wasn't for her hot Viking customer showing up too late to help, nobody would even have seen her die. In uncountable years of service to the Allfather Odin, Ludvig "Vig" Rundstrom has never seen anyone kick ass with quite as much style as Kera.