One sassy pyromaniac thief, three sexy-as-sin monsters, and a paranormal conspiracy of epic proportions.

It was an ordinary job. Another night, another asshole collector of the supernatural. I free some poor little beasties from their cages, pocket a few trinkets to pay my bills, and burn the place down on my way out. Just call me the Robin Hood of monster emancipation.

I didn’t count on three manly monsters following me home like lost puppies. Stunningly hot lost puppies, but still. Now I’ve got a seductively cheeky incubus, a sweetly enthusiastic demon, and a grimly stoic angel camped out in my kitchen. They’re determined to repay me for my help, and they won’t get out of my apartment until they’re satisfied we’re even.

To be fair, they’ve got no place else to go. A covert band of hunters captured their boss, and the trail is ice-cold. I’ll lend a hand if it means I can send them packing… and when it looks like we’re up against the same creeps who murdered the person I loved most, you’d better believe I’m all in.

Track down the baddies.
Steal back the boss.
Don’t get killed along the way.
Oh, and maybe hook up with a monstrous hottie or two.
Piece of cake.

I’m so going to regret this.


“We will of course continue our search,” Thorn said. “But we can see to it that you remain protected and aided in any way you require in the meantime.” Three unexpected, monstrous house guests—not what I’d signed up for. “That’s really not necessary,” I said, holding up my hands. “I’m sure I’ll be fine. Don’t worry about me.” “Oh, but we owe you,” Ruse said in that smooth voice of his. I thought there might be a teasing note in it. “If it’s simpler for you, we could sink into the shadows to stay out of your hair.” “Her hair,” Snap murmured. He looked from the partly-devoured peach to me and sidled close enough to lift a ruddy lock that had fallen across my shoulder. His head cocked as he rubbed it between his lithe fingers. My pulse stuttered despite myself. Thorn might be ruggedly handsome and Ruse devilishly stunning, but up close, Snap’s divine face was literally breathtaking. “It’s almost the same color,” he said, sounding pleased with his observation. He held the strands up to the peach’s red skin. “And just as soft.” I managed to catch my breath, but the only sound that came out of me was, “Er.” I should probably step away, but I couldn’t quite convey that message to my legs. Ruse chuckled. “I’ll bet she tastes just as sweet too.” There was no mistaking the suggestiveness of that comment, but Snap’s head jerked toward him with a flicker of horror. “You can’t eat her!” Thorn stirred at the table as if tuning in to his companions’ asides for the first time. “No one should even be thinking about eating anyone around here,” he commanded. Ruse rolled his hooded eyes. “I’ll have you know that in my entire existence, I’ve never eaten a person—not like that, anyway.” He winked at me. “I apologize for my associates’ inability to follow a metaphor.” I held up my hands, finally convincing my feet to back away from Snap. “Enough. Let me think.”

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