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The Fever Hordesman sits outside my house, wailing punny lyrics while beating a rock rhythm on his armor, and I'm late for work. My omega heat’s coming on early, throwing a monkey wrench into my single-minded plan to ignore his single-minded quest to mate me. I have to admit - privately - his strong jaw, full mouth, and a scent that can send over a dozen omegas into heat, make my girly bits quiver. Just a little.

Back when Natie was a biker club's girl, she'd get attached to every cheating throttle jockey who gave her the time of day. Rinse and repeat. At 37, it seems she still hasn't learned. A handsome wolf in leathers like Dirty would eat her alive, then walk into the bar the next night and treat her like yesterday's drink. It's not as if he can help it, and Natie can't help but let him.

Dad promised me he’d stop sneaking into the Veil. He lied. Which is why I found a teaching job in the Court of His Highness, Gabriel the Virtuous. His school for misguided youth is nearest to the Veil. If he catches me sneaking around, I’m toast. My problems mount when I meet Gabriel face to face - and my soul lights up and begins to dance. He’s six-feet-three of muscle with midnight-blue eyes and a body made for lust - which is decidedly not on his list of virtues.

I’m scrounging for food in an abandoned Bel Air mansion when an angel catches me - and I try to kill him. Instead of swatting me like a mortal fly, he strikes the ground with his sword...and I’m transported, wounded and alone, to some kind of medieval science-fiction fantasy world. There must be some reason the archangel - all gorgeous, bloody perfection with massive wings and a deadly kilt - spared me. No mortal is supposed to remember when the angels fell. But I do, and I’m marked with a secret that could turn the tables, and send this beautiful angel straight to hell.

I bargained with Lucifer. My end of this deal with the devil? Sneaking food into the prisoner's cell. Raphael, powerful Lord of Court of Sunder, is no less magnificent even in defeat, with burning violet eyes that track my every move. I shouldn't even be around him, for my dreams feel disturbingly like memories of forbidden things I'd done in a life I never lived. If he finds out about my terrors, he'll know Lucifer can Mark me, and use me to his bidding.

I sit in a house in Highborn Hills ready to play a poker game I ain't never played before, in a suit so preppy, it makes my skin itch. My target crawls around my feet. Felicia, who they call Kitten. When her big green eyes lock with mine, and when she smells her alpha on my clothes, her eyes light up, and I know I have her attention. When I win her in a hand of poker, I promise her we're gonna stroll right on out of the house. But her owner has other plans for me. We're stuck in a secured house. We are unarmed. No backup is coming. And I gotta get us out of here.