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Before they took turns with my virgin body, these fearsome alpha shifters didn't just spank me into shameful surrender. They made me admit what my helpless arousal already made obvious first. I'm their mate. And whether they're mounting and rutting me one at a time or filling me in every way all at once, I'll fall asleep between them each night with their seed still dripping down my thighs. Because I don't belong to just one of them. I belong to the whole pack.

I rarely eat the food at my upscale Italian restaurant. Vampires need blood, not pasta. I crave the hunt, but I'm not a killer. A lady-killer, yes. There's something about the vampire in me that lures women. The only woman immune to my allure is my dearest and oldest friend, Lily. She helped me survive my transition to vampirism, despite also becoming a monster of sorts. Kind and full of life, Lily is everything I'm not. My unbeating heart wants more than friendship with the fairy, but I'm afraid to ruin our friendship. Besides, what would she want with a broody vampire?

It’s Christmas in Salem, and Winter Allen isn’t just playing the Ghost of Christmas Past in the community theater’s production of A Christmas Carol, she’s actually seeing them. And this spirit is worried that the people responsible for her murder are now after her daughter. Somehow the ghost knows Winter is a witch, and her ice magic may be the key to saving the ghost’s daughter. Jackson Walker is a PI in Salem, but he’s also a werewolf, and his heightened senses give him an edge. When a witch from the Coven of Light contacts him asking for help in finding a missing woman, he’s quick to agree.