A vampire and demon walk into a brothel, but they’re not looking for services. They’re looking for HER.
Being a business owner and whore house madam has kept Maude very busy since her husband’s grisly death. She doesn’t have time for games or interruptions, but fate rarely gives us what we expect. One moment she’s minding her own business; the next, two extremely good-looking men come to offer her immortality. Making deals with demons can be tricky—she should have read all the fine print, or at least asked more about HIM.
Now she’s faced with a vampire, a demon, and a god, all hiding in plain sight. What they ask of her will rock her to her very core. She needs to keep her head on straight and not let her new power—or the tempestuous god—seduce her.

Twenty years. Twenty years of running from her past, from HIM. Maude had thought herself safe in the windy city, that is, until the gods had other plans for her once more. Tasked to go on an unknown adventure by the Goddess of Death, Maude and Owen travel back to the city of New Orleans- back to the circus. Even knowing that she would be walking into a trap, Maude would do what was needed of her.
She was not prepared for the seemingly same circus, the same smells, and the very familiar magic, but most of all, Maude was not prepared to see HIM again. The truth of her situation would become more than she could bear.

The war to end all wars has ended, but Maude struggles with her internal battle. Muse has abandoned her, leaving her soul incomplete. Her lack of self-care has her friends, Owen and Dumah, taking drastic measures to pull her out of her depression and help her reunite with the God of Illusions.
Maude will find that getting what you want is a challenging road. Being betrayed by one person hurts; being betrayed by all of those around you… well, that hits a little differently. She will have to find the resolve to continue and do what needs to be done to set things right.

“A soothsayer and a witch walk into a voodoo shop with a ghost probelm” might sound like an opening line to a great joke, but dealing with a murderous ghost is only fun in fantasy games, not real life. Kathryn and Cole find themselves having to deal with such a poltergeist just days after meeting. Little did they know, that a ghost would just be the start to their problems.

Kathryn
Go to work, save money, and keep her head down at home. She couldn’t believe she gave up exploring more of her witchy powers for a man. No, not a man, a walking red flag. For now, she’ll stay the course, make a plan to safely get out of this toxic relationship, and avoid distractions. That is until it’s time to host a little table top role play game. Easy peasy, or so she thought. She never expected her best friend to bring a new player into the mix.

Cole
Repressing the gifts given to you by the gods is never a good idea; especially when you take human medication to suppress them. The gods will have their pound of flesh one way or another. Cole finds his foresight bursting through the medically induced brain fog, and someone ends up on the wrong end of his knife. He finds himself rushing back home, to New Orleans, to live with his grandma. Now he’s dealing with trying to master his foresight while learning about vampires, demons, gods, and alligator shifters. Not to mention the pretty little witchling who likes to lie about her dice rolls.

Who knew one little kiss could change everything?

Jamie

It was just a kiss, wasn’t it? It had been less than seven days since a reaper of death popped into Jamie’s life, leaving him with the tiniest kiss across his knuckles. Now, his knuckles can’t stop staring at his eyes even while trying to go back to work and blend in with the humans around him. Being a free Djinn is hard in this day and age. At least now he has friends who know the true him, friends who support him no matter what. But will their support be enough when Jamie learns the truth about the handsome reaper who branded his knuckles with soft lips?

Dumah

After finding his fated mate in a Djinn, Dumah tries to ignore the pull. His goddess has been searching for a Djinn for decades; for what reason, he doesn’t know. But when the Goddess of Death is searching for something, it’s best kept from them. However, the pull of a mate can only be denied for so long. When he’s tasked with bringing the Djinn’s friends to Las Vegas, he can’t help but bring his mate along as well. A nice, relaxing weekend to get to know his mate away from the prying eyes of his goddess. What could possibly go wrong?ption goes here

Who knew one little kiss could change everything?

Jamie

It was just a kiss, wasn’t it? It had been less than seven days since a reaper of death popped into Jamie’s life, leaving him with the tiniest kiss across his knuckles. Now, his knuckles can’t stop staring at his eyes even while trying to go back to work and blend in with the humans around him. Being a free Djinn is hard in this day and age. At least now he has friends who know the true him, friends who support him no matter what. But will their support be enough when Jamie learns the truth about the handsome reaper who branded his knuckles with soft lips?

Dumah

After finding his fated mate in a Djinn, Dumah tries to ignore the pull. His goddess has been searching for a Djinn for decades; for what reason, he doesn’t know. But when the Goddess of Death is searching for something, it’s best kept from them. However, the pull of a mate can only be denied for so long. When he’s tasked with bringing the Djinn’s friends to Las Vegas, he can’t help but bring his mate along as well. A nice, relaxing weekend to get to know his mate away from the prying eyes of his goddess. What could possibly go wrong?