An assassin for hire, I've got skills other people don't. Blame my magical heritage and a mother who gifted me a set of knives and my first revolver not long after my sixteenth birthday. When a magical object transports me to a perilous jungle as part of a job interview, I have to admit I'm intrigued. So what if my future-seeing sister told me to avoid the stranger offering me employment. She also told me we'd end up lovers. I can see why. The Warden—real name Bane—is all kinds of sexy and grumpy and massively cursed.

I'm just your run-of-the-mill earth witch, baking up some harmless hexes, that is until a necromancer starts messing with my town. With the dead looking for brains, suddenly I'm Mrs. Popular. Everyone wants my special charms, especially my pumpkin spice zombie-repelling cupcakes. Everyone but Reiver, the sword-wielding stranger who saves me from an undead attack. The hunter is big, bad, and not my type. For some reason, I can't resist the mysterious drifter in the long leather coat. Must be a spell, which I'll break because I am not falling for him.

A lion's pride isn't only defined by those he commands but also resides with his hair, so when a human dares to butcher Arik's mane, he gets his revenge - and claims her as his mate. A billionaire CEO and leader of the largest East Coast pride, Arik is a ladies' man and a lion. Used to commanding others and obedience, he can't believe it when a hairdresser with tempting curves chops off a hunk of his precious mane.

A god wants me dead. My ancestors stole half his soul then imprisoned him in Tartarus, thinking he'd be forgotten. That he could never return. They were wrong. The day he rips open a portal between our worlds, my life is over. As the current guardian of his cursed soul, my head is on the chopping block, but there's a snag in his plan. This dark god believes he's my fated mate. We're not, but he refuses to take no for an answer. When he kidnaps my cousin, I'm forced to make a deal. To rescue her, I have to spend six months in Tartarus. Pretending to be his mate. His queen.

Through sheer determination—and a whole lot of stubbornness—I, Blanche Hood, managed to evade the Red-Cap curse. Unlike my mom, I didn't fall for the huntsman or get eaten by the wolf, but I did gain a purpose. I became an agent for the Fairytale Bureau. My job? Countering the ugly side of the Grimm Effect.