Oops.

Lucifer whispers filthy promises in my ear when he thinks I'm sleeping. Things he'd do to me if I bring him back-which I won't.

I refuse to sacrifice someone else so he can return.

Just because my family is the equivalent of black witch royalty, doesn't mean I'm power hungry and cruel. Unlike my ex-fiance.

Marcel thinks he can force his way back into my life under the guise of seeking help with a missing persons case. He should know better.

Nothing is worth my dignity.

Not even my missing twin sister-who he left me for three years ago.

I know better than to trust my taste in men now, at least I thought I did. When a one-night stand with a sinfully arrogant incubus turns into something more, I should be questioning my own sanity.

Then again, the voices in my head can't agree on what to eat for breakfast-let alone what to do with my love life.

Three alphaholes are dead set on claiming me as theirs, and each one of them is hiding something from me . . . but their secrets have nothing on mine.

When did getting laid become so complicated?