Ashlei Preen had spent her entire childhood trying to fit in with the residents of Haven. A pretty tall order for someone deemed a regular human in a town of shifters. In spite of her minor “defect” she managed to hold her own. As an adult she applied that same tenacity to her medical practice. Lately her thoughts have been filled with the town’s newest resident who seems more eager to be away from her rather than share the same air space, but Ashlei's used to having to fight for what she wants.

Done with the big city and the stream of crime that consumed his life as a Special Forces detective, Seth Riddick thinks Haven is just what he needs: a thriving shifter town where he can be true to himself and enjoy his frequent hunts without fear of being tranqed (that really pisses him off). Haven's definitely a paradise for a lone wolf like him, but even paradise has its complications. For Seth that complication comes equipped with a stethoscope and enough determination to have him questioning his bachelor status.

Oh, she definitely wants him, but isn’t long before the lines become blurred of who’s chasing whom.

Publisher's Note: This book contains explicit sexual situations and graphic language.

For Lorn De LaRue, Gargoyles have always been as common place as the humans they are sworn to protect. It's up to Lorn to make sure their existence is preserved -- by any means necessary. Right now the means would appear to be Dr. Fatima Smith, an ebony beauty who never imagined her interest in Gothic folklore would force her into a world she had never known exist. Time is running out, and Lorn is determined Fatima will come to terms with her new life as his mate.

Fatima finds herself thrust into a reality that includes Gargoyles, Elves, Succubae... oh my! Unsure of the new world around her, she's torn between her new lover, old friend and the beasties threatening the very existence of the human race. Who can she trust?

Christine Douglas is your average, run of the mill witch, just trying to eke out a living through her small coffee shop. With the exception of a little family drama, she's the first to admit that her life was pretty ordinary. Well, if you call having a voyeuristic spirit lurking about normal.

Twelve hundred years is a long time to be alone, unless you are Falcon Dragoon. His kind enjoy the solitude of their existence, preferred their own company to the illogical and irrational activities of earth's other inhabitants. If it were up to him he'd have remained in stasis another twelve hundred years. Fortunately for him an eccentric little witch did the impossible. She awoke a Sleeper.