Alex is a righteous witch hunter. I'm a stab-worthy witch. We loved each other once. Now, we can't stand to be near each other. It's my fault. We are natural born enemies, after all. I had to help him save his brother from a psychotic voodoo priest, though. What can I say? I like Little Remington as much as I pretend to dislike Alex. Besides, he promised to never bother me again after that. He kept his end of the bargain. I left my dubious life behind and started over. All is well. Until—the truth about a deal with hell is revealed. I have to choose between the ultimate sacrifice or losing jerk-face forever. One will live, one will die. Who, solely depends on my selfishness.

People call me all sorts of names—bad girl, black sheep, and my all-time favorite...Satan's bride. I could blame the fact I'm a witch for my behavior, but the truth is I'm infuriating, arrogant, and stab-worthy. Alex Remington is a hunter and everything I'm not—righteous, honest, caring. We used to have a thing, but that was before he learned I'm a witch and tried to kill me. Eighteen months later, he's back in my life and we have a deal; I'll help him save his brother and he'll disappear from my life for good. But karma can be a real bitch...

My life used to be simple. I woke up, hit the road, and offed some witches. Yeah, I'm a witch hunter. Killing witches is my fate—embedded in my DNA—and I thrive on it. Or I did...until one of them ended up in my bed...And heart. Amanda Bishop—infuriating, arrogant, stab-worthy—proclaimed she'd fight Lucifer himself over my soul. My treacherous heart believed her. Then, she ran. Again. Amanda's best friend, Bonnie, thinks she's in trouble, the killing kind. Bonnie works her charm on my brother, and he offers our services to find Amanda, the witch that broke my heart. The Bishop residency is ransacked—Amanda, her sister, and nephew missing. My new mission? Find Amanda. Preferably, alive. But I get more than I bargained for when secrets are revealed. They will either make or break the hunter-witch love story. In the end, it solely depends on fate.