She wants to wave to her best friend, and have him wave back. She wants to kiss a boy, and for him to stay in town.She wants to go to school, and not be accused of murder.But bad things are always happening around her, and in this dusty little desert town, nothing is what it seems. Lacey's entire life has been leading to something, and those eyes in the desert darkness hold all the answers.

    I'm a hunter living in the Great Merge - Lucifer has brought Hell to half of Earth, and four demigods rule the other half... The smoking-hot Demigod of War, round up my team to enroll them in Half-blood Academy, aka Half-death Academy; due to the survival rate of the students.... When he sees me, he wants no one else but me. So he offers to spare my team if I go in their place. Problem is, no human outside the bloodline of the gods can survive the magic trials. The demigod insists I'm anything but human, and he's willing to risk my life to find out what I'm made of... I'm not the weakest link, even though all the bullies in the Academy mock me. I'm nothing anyone has ever seen before, and when my forbidden power awakens, the demigods will regret they ever tried to make me their bitch!

    The three of them are predators, born to be companion and protector to their witches. Over the generations, their coven’s numbers have dwindled to the brink of extinction. With no witch left to serve, they now work as bodyguards. None of them are prepared for the powerful connection they have with their newest client. She isn’t a witch – they sense no magic in her. But could she be something else entirely? Something none of them believed was even possible? Their mate. Ivory is used to taking care of herself – she’s been alone for a long time. But when gifts from a secret admirer take a sinister turn, she admits she may need a little help. She isn’t counting on a trio of sexy men showing up on her doorstep after hiring private security. And she definitely isn’t expecting the instantaneous attraction she has to not just one, but all three of them. Her instincts urge her to trust, even as her head warns her to be cautious. For one tiny slip could expose her for what she truly is; a witch.