As reaper leader for the Canadian guild, Brody and his crew don’t get as much work as other countries until the Dark Lord gives them a new mandate: Establish a dating service on Earth that will facilitate the meeting between citizens of hell and humans, with the end goal being babies. He is dying to return to hell, until he meets the stubborn woman living across the hall. The devil wants Posie mated, but she is resisting all attempts. What will it take to make her see the light? And how will she react when she finally discovers that death has been knocking at her door?

Watch out for those umbrella drinks. Not even one day at sea, and I find myself the bride of a sea monster. In order to break a curse, I am supposed to marry a sea monster. Considering I only barely tolerate seafood, that isn't going to work for me. Nor will I be guilted into doing it. Why should I wreck my life for a stranger? Instead, I leave on a cruise and get bitch-slapped by fate. The first night aboard, not only do I get wasted, I accidentally wind up married to the multi-armed beast I'd sworn to avoid.

Lawrence is in trouble. That's nothing new. What is unexpected is how he accidentally ends up mated to a human. Oops. To make matters worse for this tomcat, Charlotte has no idea what he is, and when he finally shows her his majestic liger shape? She is less than impressed and dares to ask if he's up to date on his shots.

A long time ago, Shax loved a sea witch but was too dumb to admit it. But this old demon has decided it's time he got a second chance. A cruise through the tropics seems like the perfect place to rekindle things. The problem is, Dorothy isn't about to let him charm his way back into her life. Not when he broke her heart once already.

Lucifer has created his own version of the love boat, which means no one is safe. Not even a witch. My crazy witch of a grandma placed a spell on my locket. A love spell. I don’t think so. Which means I’ll have to find my cursed necklace and nullify the magic. But first, I apparently have to go on a cruise with Grandma. Busy avoiding potential suitors, I find myself hoping the locket will end up in the one place it doesn’t belong: In the grasp of the lion who makes me purr.