After rescuing me from the Andersons, my men are dreaming of a bloody revenge. Me? All I want is to be left alone long enough to work through finals and enjoy my free time with the boys who love me so much.
But we can't find peace until the Andersons are gone. I have the knowledge I need to fight back, but the enemy still has an ace in the hole. He's a demon named Ash, extremely powerful, and one of the first people I met when I moved into town.
Not like I knew he was a demon then, but I didn't recognize the rest of my pack for what they were, either.
Worse, outsiders are starting to take interest in the conflict between us and the Andersons. I can't trust them to help us, but the possibility of what they'd do with our secrets sends shivers down my spine. I don't want to have to be rescued again.
Together we have a chance at victory. Apart . . . we're doomed.
Contains mature themes.
The only thing more dangerous than being a mage is other people knowing that you have supernatural abilities. And here I am, untrained, untried, and ripe for the picking.
With the magical black market chasing my untrained powers, I'm running a race I can't win. The wolves who have added me to their pack are no match for the dark mages hunting me. With no way to learn control over these talents, I'm risking the lives of the men I love just by being in contact with them.
When we discover a bewitched knife in our possession, we find it's the key to a magical prison; whose occupant might just be the answer to my troubles, if my pack can accept him. Which would be all well and good if my parents would just butt out for five minutes.
Trapped between parents, powers, and passion, I'm doing my best to survive, keep my loved ones safe, oh, and I still have to pass exams.
Contains mature themes.
My goals for college were pretty simple: Get an education. Meet some new friends. Enjoy the mountains of Colorado. If I was lucky, find a boyfriend. Pretty sure they did not include being stalked by a magical black market. Or having multiple boyfriends. I mean, come on. What are the odds?
Unfortunately, my birth parents were mages that left me orphaned at a young age. Instead of growing up surrounded by spells and magic, I grew up with normal humans. The world might know about magic, but that didn't mean they accepted it. Mages have no rights, and my foster parents tried to stamp out the tiny bit of magic I held on to. Notice I used the word tried? I manage to sneak in a few things here and there. The perfect temperature pizza? Not a problem. And I've never had a bad hair day in my life. Don't even get me started on red lights . . .
But it was those little things that put me on the black market's radar. An untrained mage with little knowledge of the magical world was easy pickings. Now, the only thing standing between me and a whole lot of unpleasantness is the pack of hot werewolves that made me theirs.
Contains mature themes.