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Newly crowned as Queen of the Fae, and mother to a newborn hybrid, Thalia is about to take on her most daunting role yet: she's been ordained, by the Gods themselves, to bring down the Devil. Morningstar needs to be taken down, and she's the bada$$ to do it. If she can get her hands on him. But when certain situations come to light in the face of Armageddon, Morningstar suddenly doesn't look like the biggest, baddest SOB out there. That title belongs to someone else. Only trouble is, Thalia and her mates can't take out the Earth's true foe on their lonesome.

Thalia Lyndhoven's in a quandary. The Devil wants her daughter, and Thalia? Not unsurprisingly, she's not too fond of the idea. Thalia's proven time and time again that she'll do whatever it takes for those she loves, and for her unborn child? Well, Thalia's about to prove that momma bears have got nothing on her.

Caelum. Home to "freaks" the world over. Haven to children declared insane by humans, but whose beautiful minds contain the souls of seven creatures. In the human world, they're sick. Ill. Labeled schizophrenics at best, deviants at worst. At Caelum? They're normal. More than that, they're future warriors in a war no human knows is happening.

I’ve spent a lifetime avoiding the various factions of the mafia in NYC, yet somehow I’m in it up to my eyeballs. I should be scared. I should want to run. Yet, the city quivers in fear with every designer-clad footstep I take, because the Valentinis have ascended, and I’m the Don’s lady. It’s intoxicating. However, Luciu comes with vendettas and a craving for vengeance that could get him killed. With my allegiance tied to the Irish, can I say yes, when he wants me to take an oath to the Sicilians? Is a happily-ever-after in the cards?

Thalia Lyndhoven, until recently, was a Pack Princess. Not exactly spoiled, she was barely tolerated by anyone in her family, until an Elder came along and told her fathers, the leaders of the North American Pack, that she was at the center of a prophecy. Along the way, she's found her three mates, learned of the existence of three new races, and has discovered that the Devil is real, and his name isn't Lucifer, but Vulcun, and he doesn't have a tail or horns.

A few months ago, Ella was a ghost. D-E-D. Hades, the God of the Underworld, brought her back to life as a boon to his beloved wife, Cressy, but things kinda unraveled when Ella met Zeus. Saying it all went Pete Tong is just an understatement. Now, she's back on Earth in a body, but it isn't hers. She has a name too, and it isn't Ella. What happens when a soul takes over another's body? Well, it starts to look like demon possession.

My woman is a nurturer. She's a bringer of change. A broker of the future. She deals with emotions, sees auras, and glories in the urges of her three alpha mates. To me, she's the saint. But that doesn't make me or my brothers sinners. We were fated to be together, fated to be different. There's nothing sinful in what we have, even if, in the eyes of her family, we're a disgrace.