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Charlotte D’Amico never met a safe she couldn’t crack, a penthouse she couldn’t case, or a stuck-up rich guy she couldn’t deceive. So when the crime boss who runs her life orders her to spy on yet another reclusive billionaire, Charley’s not worried. Smile pretty, keep the boss happy, keep her sister safe. That’s how it works. But Dorian Redthorne is no ordinary mark. He’s charming, funny, and sinfully hot, with a whiskey-smooth British accent that leaves her aching for more.

A witch on the run from her cruel family. Four sinfully hot gargoyles offering her a shot at revenge... for a price. For a witch without magic, marrying into a prominent coven was supposed be my greatest honor—and the only way to clear my father’s massive debt. But when my groom turns out to be a demon in disguise, I stab him at the altar and flee…Straight into the arms of New York’s most notorious mobsters.

Enemies lurk in every shadow, and they’ll stop at nothing to claim the one thing they believe stands in their way of world domination: Me. Add to that a series of deadly betrayals, a dangerous magic I can’t control, and a curse dooming the men I love to eternal damnation, and things aren’t looking too hot for the home team. The clock is ticking, but despite the horrific odds, one truth remains unshakeable: My gargoyles and I were meant to find one another.

A witch with no power captured by four vicious, possessive, sinfully hot gargoyles…Not exactly the makings of a happy ending. Yet here in the arms of New York’s most brutal monsters, I’ve never felt so safe. So cherished. As we work to obliterate our enemies and solve the mysteries of my past—a past that very well holds the key to unlocking my lost magic and breaking their curse—my gargoyles and I have grown impossibly close.

When it comes to the cryptic Moon Blessed prophecy, our enemies have been fighting over its meaning—and its dark magic—for millennia. But through all their bitter skirmishes, there’s one teeny little detail the vile beasts keep forgetting: The Moon Blessed witch herself.

What’s a broke tea witch to do when she’s about to lose her beloved café? No idea, but chugging magic mojitos and drunk-summoning the Devil was definitely the wrong call. Now, I’m stuck with the house guest from Hell—literally—and we couldn’t be more opposite: a homebody who brews healing teas and reads romance novels to her cats versus a sexy-as-sin playboy with a pitchfork tattoo on his butt and a fondness for public day-drinking. In the nude. Ergo, the pitchfork discovery.