From book one: Once upon a time a princess was betrayed, and her kingdom was stolen from her. She hid her most precious object in the human world, a princess of the blood, in the hopes that the Sleeping Court would get a chance to take their rightful place as high court in the realm Faerie. Now, a new generation has come of age, and the crown must be passed. The reigning Queen’s daughter will claim the throne uncontested unless those that remember, and waited to awaken the wayward princess can ally with her.

Samantha: I've tried so hard to stay away. My boss is infuriating, unreadable, and drop-dead gorgeous. All I want is to start my own business here in Venice and restart my life after my horrible past in the States. So when Alexander gives me a chance to do that and make him mine for the weekend, how could I not say yes? Alexander: I've been silently and hopelessly in love with my assistant for months. And even after that sizzling kiss we shared, she still won't have me. Something about me being arrogant.

As a high-class call girl in New York, Kara's had her share of generous, and sometimes odd, clients. But she's never had one like this before. From buying out an entire night to showering her with gifts, he's set up a night far beyond anything she's experienced before. But who is this mysterious man, whose name she doesn't even know? And what does he want from her?

Poppy is nothing special. She was making ends meet and trying to enjoy life. But a strange necklace caught her eye at the thrift store. Now, three gorgeous men have stumbled into her life, and she's torn between being terrified and excited. That is, until they tell her she is the future queen of the Underworld. Not only that, but she needs to bond with her hellhounds - the three heads of Cerberus - and protect the Underworld from a goddess who wants it for herself.

I have all that money can buy. Power, sexy women, and toys. All kinds of toys. Everything is perfect...or, at least, it is until the exclusive Lesbian Billionaires Club I belong to gives me an ultimatum - stop the revolving door of women or leave the group. Insisting I settle down is crossing the line, and I want none of it. At least, until she comes into my life. Suddenly, I have someone I crave, a woman I can’t stop thinking about, that I must have for my own. I won’t take no for an answer.