I never planned on going back to Hung Island, Georgia. Ever. I was a top-notch Were agent for the secret paranormal Council and happily living in Chicago, where I had everything I needed - a gym membe
Why do I have to have my tail in a knot for the one hot, sexy Werewolf who can't seem to keep his Johnson in his pants? I'm a nice girl - really I am. I'm just a typical computer-hacking, knife-throwi
Planning my own wedding should mean I'm having the time of my life...not defending it every time I turn around. Dragons, feral Wolves and Were Cows...I mean who in the hell knew Were Cows even existed
My name is Dima, and I'm a Dragon. I'm also going to die soon. It's a battle I've waged most of my life, but now the odds are looking crappy. Before I go up flames, I have to find a way to save my hor
