Chelby Duncan never knew who her parents were, or why they gave her up. Chelby's foster father is a retired general who is running for Senate, so joining the army is the natural direction for her to take when she turns eighteen. At the Military Entrance Processing Station, she is given a blood test and discovers that she's not human. She's Fae, and she has second blood type that they can't identify.

Julie Meadows is down on her luck when she receives an e-mail drafting her into the Official Para-Military Agency. She didn't expect "para" to mean paranormal. Her partner is an Aether Elf prince, her boss is a Were . . . something, and the IT department is staffed by literal trolls. The prospect of a steady job and financial security draws her into a world filled with every myth and legend she's ever read about. Julie dives into the magical, mystical, and downright fantastic when she and her partner, Taylor, are tasked with finding new recruits for the Agency.

Kit McCafferty's life is quiet, unremarkable, and filled with cat hair. In the magical city of Coldstream, located on the border between Scotland and England, Kit is viewed as little more than mildly eccentric and mostly harmless. She passes her days caring for her family of five cats, feeding the local feral moggies, and maintaining relatively good relations with her neighbors. All that changes, however, when a teenage werewolf shows up at her door in the desperate hope of renting out a nearby vacant flat.

When puberty brings on her first shift, Missy goes into the mountains for two years until she finally learns to change back. She can change from fully human in one instant to a mountain lion in the next. Everyone assumes her two year disappearance was because she'd been kidnapped by a sexual predator that she managed to kill. She keeps her werecat nature a secret.

Lorelei Clay isn’t like other people. She isn’t even like other supernaturals. Her specialties are the nightmares of the living, communication with the dead, and cooking bacon until it’s golden brown and perfectly crispy—no magic required.