CarterAvoidance had become my norm. After too many tours in Afghanistan and Iraq, I'd checked out—on everyone and everything—on life. Ex-navy SEAL. Totally broken man. I'd hit rock bottom so many times, I was sure I was about to fall straight to hell. It would be a welcome reprieve.Then she found me. Beautiful, insane and more broken than I was. She needed my help. I needed her humanity.How she found me was anyone's guess. But she had. She needed rescuing. She needed a hero. I was none of those things.But for the first time in many years, I wanted to be. I wanted to be her hero.GeorgiaBecoming an undercover agent for the CIA had been my dream until everything went wrong—wildly wrong. Trapped in a cage with nothing to do but anticipate more torture from the ones I was supposed to trust, I had no choice but to escape—again. This time I'd succeed or die trying.They'd...

Forecast for today? Partly good witch, with a thirty-two percent chance of broom rage.How in the Goddess's name did I get stuck at the Witchypoo Convention at Rump Arena in Hexington, Kentucky? Whoops… my bad. Rupp Arena in Lexington, Kentucky. Whatever. It's like one cavernous indoor garage sale of "magic" crap. It's nothing more than a convention of human wanna-be witches in pointy ankle boots and half-price black hats.And where in the Goddess's gauchos did these humans get their info on witch-wear? Real witches wear Prada… and Stella McCartney and Alice and Olivia and … well, you get my point.Baba Yopaininmybutt sent me to root out the very evil shenanigans going down in the sea of faux witches, mummies and vamps. On the plus side, I'm looking forward to hotel sex with my hotter that heck werewolf mate. However, nookie time is nada. Believe it or not, a gay fainting goat shifter, a magical...

What could possibly go wrong when a Mermaid and a Werewolf are sent on a dangerous mission by the drunken, diaper-wearing God of the Sea?Better question. What could possibly go right?MadisonUnlike my sisters, I haven't found my HEA. And I'm looking—hard. But finding a man who wants to blowhole dive in Hawaii on the first date is more difficult than you might imagine. I've been forced to settle for a few meaningless orgasms with men who disappear when I suggest fun activities, like scaling twenty stories while blindfolded.Look, I know meaningless nookie won't help me find my happily ever after, or even a guy who believes tightrope handstands over the Grand Canyon are fun. But there is someone out there for me so next time I do the horizontal mambo, it's for keeps.May the gods help me.  Well, me and whoever I boink...

What in the salty seas could be more important than presents at Christmas time? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Tis' Christmas time on Mystical Isle and just like the fat bastard in red, I've made a list and now I shall check it...twice. Yeah, twice. I might wear a diaper, but I'm not an arse.Battle the human women in sweatpants and snow boots for electronics on Black Friday. Check.Cover each palm tree in lights even though the Mermaids insist they look phallic. Check. By the way, what does phallic mean? Never mind. Check.Moving on.Weave a Christmas tale during family story time on the beach, have a family portrait made in the special sweaters I pilfered, and write a letter to Santa. I mean, fat bastard... Check.Planning activities that may end in bloodshed. Check. That's what I call a yuletide win, so check-check.The Mermaids have baked lovely Christmas cookies that will go wonderfully with the rum in my diaper....

It's all fun and games until someone throws a dirty jumper rollup and you lose out in the Cornhole tournament of life. According to Baba Yoscarybutt, it's time for me to witch up or step back down into the Cornholio minor leagues. While Cornhole is definitely not my beanbag, I can't stand to lose. I don't want to be the next Baba Yaga. I'm doing just peachy as the Shifter Wanker who heals the clumsy idiots of Assjacket, West Virginia. I love my life. My werewolf mate is hotter than asphalt in August, my twins are adorable, my dad and brother rock, and I have real friends for the first time in my life. However, when my evil nemesis, Medusa Jones, steps up to throw a floppy bag and steal the title of Future Baba Yaga from me, all bets are off. I will challenge the nasty piece of work to win back the job I didn't want in the first place. With Sassy and Fuc*ing Derrick by my side, I will...

Once upon a time there lived a Fairy. And not just your run of the mill kind of Fairy. The reincarnated Fairy Queen of Zanthia. The Queen. She was a modern woman—a human no less. Armed with a potty mouth, a firm grasp of every note in Michael Jackson's song catalogue, and some friends in very high places, she was set. Yet this Queen wasn't exactly sure she wanted the job.Fine…it's me.I've been happily human for thirty years. Now I'm discovering I'm the reincarnated Fairy Queen over a land chock-full of freaks who want me dead. Awesome. However, I'll admit the perks are pretty cool. I definitely have more magic in my little pinky than should be allowed by law in any universe. Not to mention, the love of my life is a Fairy so smokin' hot, he makes Hell look like a Winter Wonderland.Problem is, my hotter than Hades Fairy is imprisoned in Zanthia for nefarious reasons I won't go into, but now I must head back to that crap...

It's not nice to mess with Mother Nature. Really, it's not.This is simply not my week. Finding out I can't cook is appalling. My luncheon with the big-boned Immortal socialites went to Hell in a handbasket. I've been hoping to join the Fearsome Five and make it the Psycho Six. However, the chances of that happening now are looking slim. Of course, I could force my way in since I'm Mother freakin' Nature, but I want to be accepted for being me and—because I'm fabulous.It's bad enough my two sons, God and Satan, are driving me to crazy town while my best friend, Mr. Rogers, is riding in the backseat having a breakdown. It's definitely not a beautiful day in the neighborhood of Purgatory…God has taken up softball and is impossible to get ahold of just when I need to chat with him about the impending end of the world.And Satan. Satan has agreed to grocery shop with me so I don't show up at his next poker game in Hell...