My pretty little Puppet dreamed of monsters and things that go bump in the night. She ached to forget about responsibilities and expectations long enough to let a faceless predator chase her through the woods. So I gave Peyton Everett everything she ever dreamed of. Once I hired her as my housekeeper, I brought her to the middle of nowhere to maintain my estate, and then I anonymously contacted her through the website she only visited when she was alone.

My parents despised me since the day I was born, expecting an omega with a lovely scent and a claw birthmark. But I was born with neither. Betas are meant to be the servants of the Alpha Compound run by our pack leader, Henry. Injured by my father—I ran away, never expecting to see another alpha ever again until

Paris is full of vibrance and flavor. It's a place where dreams are forged and broken. The city of love has everything to offer, and I want it all. There's a new restaurant in town offering a unique chance at becoming sous chef if you can prove you're the best of ten competitors. And I won't let anything stand in the way of my culinary victory. But the pretty little French girl with golden hair and cherry red lips sharing my station in the Dix kitchen throws my entire world off its axis.

Life as a single mom to a kid that's an entirely different species isn't easy, but Charity is chugging along, doing the best she can. Keeping up with a precocious dragon shifter and working at The Monster's Den account for all her free time. And she's mostly okay with that, if a little lonely. Only the universe seems to love to keep Charity on her toes… She has a shifter stuck in wyvern form living in her courtyard, an antagonistic dragon residing next door, and a djinn who won't stop following her around. They all have one thing in common—they claim Charity is their mate.

From the moment I spotted him on the side of the road, I knew he was trouble. Now I'm kneeling at the mercy of a masked devil with my boyfriend's blood on my hands. He tells me to call him Saint because he saved me... that I should be thankful he spared me a worse fate. I'm tempted to fight him or bargain. But when Saint tells me to run, a twisted part of me wonders if he'll chase.