Babylon City’s newest Hunter, Gideon Caldwell, is on the trail of a vampire serial killer—until he stumbles upon a far deadlier threat to the Contract, the ancient pact keeping supernaturals hidden. Something dark brews in the city’s bowels, reeking of sulfur and death. But Gideon’s biggest problem isn’t the case—it’s Cor, his unexpected vampire sidekick: sexy, dangerous, and utterly off-limits. More beast than man, and worse: he’s very much interested in Gideon. But Hunters don’t get the picket fence life. Never. Especially not with the enemy. Cor, on the other hand, has no such qualms… Nevertheless, as lies and intrigue tighten their grip, Gideon must unravel the conspiracy in time to save the one supernatural he is terrified to lose.

Things aren’t easy for an Alpha-born werewolf. Jared has lived- and run from- this truth for all of his life, happy to stick to a bare minimum of fleeting friendships and romantic encounters, never quite putting down roots or taking on responsibility. When tensions rise and his brother Tobias is forced to kick him out of his family home, Jared takes it in stride. After all, what could be worse than the constant conflict he had to endure with his family? Darwin doesn’t see life this way. Family is everything and he would do anything to keep his father safe. As a submissive, one who is supposed to be protected and kept safe, he feels the need to take care of those around him, even though things in his pack aren’t as they should be. First of all, they don’t know Darwin is a submissive. And secondly, if they were to find out, his life would be forfeit. Already, his Alpha and leader, Carl, has his suspicions about the brittle young man, but playing the dominant is a sacrifice Darwin gladly makes for the sake of his father.

Alaric Creutz is a warlock in a bind; with All Hallows Eve around the corner, all bets—and all hope of self-restraint—are off. The Dark, his innate demonic power, has been building up way too long. With the looming pressure of Halloween breathing down his neck, Alaric needs to vent. Quickly. Unfortunately, there aren’t a lot of ways to rid himself of what could become an epic clusterfuck in his near future: He may have a choice, but it’s only between a good romp in the sheets, or a bout of cataclysmic violence. Were it not for vampires, werewolves, and Rook, a very pushy raven shifter, venting would be an easy thing. With things being as they are, though, Alaric is in for quite a ride.

Yago Solas faces a dire fate when an escaped alien creature infects him with a mutating virus that takes everything from him, even his humanity. The experiments intended to heal him soon turn to cold interest in his new physiology, and the very people supposed to save him become his enemies, his hunters, his looming demise. And why not? Who could feel sympathy for a twisted creature like him, much less love him now, looking like this? Still, the Maker smiles down on all his childen. The space ship on which he is being held as a prisoner crashes and sends Yago stumbling into an alien culture and into the lap of Azekial Yyn-Thyr, a snarly, grim A’shian guard captain. The wary alien doesn’t care how Yago looks, but he may yet prove to be his demise; A’shian legends tell of a species that caused a cataclysm responsible for stranding the A’shians where they are, and the Terrans might just fit the bill…