Fire Witches of Salem

People love to claim they're descendants of the witches they couldn't burn. We actually are. I'm Ash Holland-fire witch, reluctant heir to a cursed bloodline, and Salem's least qualified monster hunter. Sure, they call me the Ink Master, but that's just a fancy way of saying "librarian who tattoos protective sigils on the real badasses." In reality, my magic is frighteningly erratic. My love life is depressingly nonexistent. And I accidentally summoned a Prince of Hell and trapped him inside my head. Now Chaos-yes, the actual demon of disorder-is whispering in my ear, threatening to take over my body, and making it way too hard to focus when he starts flirting. If I don't exorcise him in two weeks, he takes full control… and I disappear forever. Perfect timing for a full-scale monster uprising in Salem. What even is my life? Fans of slow-burn romance, witty heroines, and dangerous demons will devour this sizzling start to the Fire Witches of Salem series!

As my power grows, so does my bond with Chaos. We found his brother, but then we lost him again. There's a traitor in our midst who's thwarting us at every turn, and if we can't summon the next demon, the entire town…heck, maybe the world…will be in peril. I've got to save my coven at any cost, but the more time I spend with this demon by my side, the more obvious it becomes that the price I pay will be my heart. Chaos must return to hell to save us all, but I'm not sure I can survive without him.

Who died and made me queen? Technically nobody, but my mom and sister did take an impromptu trip to the underworld, forcing me into the role of high priestess of the Salem coven. And I am so not cut out for the job. As if that's not enough responsibility for one witch to handle, I still have to summon a ticked off demon prince, convince him to help us break the family curse, and battle the beasties slipping through the rifts in the thinning veil…while hiding the fact that we're the ones who caused the rifts in the first place. Holy Hecate. Fighting monsters I can handle. Leading a coven? Not so much. But if I don't step up and figure out how to take charge, every witch in Salem will die. Good thing I'm a fast learner.

So much for taming the savage demon. Mayhem is the most difficult, infuriating man I have ever laid eyes on. So why is it that all I can think about is laying…ahem…myself on him? My sister thinks he and I are fated mates. I think she's taken one too many hits with a basilisk's tail. Me, fated to a demon prince? Not a chance. Not that it matters, especially with the impending beasties of doom invasion on our horizon. Then there's Discord, the final piece of the puzzle that could save everyone's lives. We can't summon him without some mystical amulet he lost in Salem four centuries ago. Because that should be easy to find, right? Sheesh. Hecate, have mercy. We'll need it.

Fate is a fickle witch… I'm running a coven and trying to break a curse so we can stop the fabric of reality from unraveling around us…and I am screwing it up every chance I get. I don't have time for romance, yet Fate had the audacity to send a possible soulmate my way. A demon who has the power to save us all…if only I could wrangle him into submission. A demon who's more like me than I care to admit. Working with Mayhem is like working with a bigger, beefier, masculine version of myself, and I have to say…I wouldn't wish it on anyone. Even worse… The more time I spend with him, the more my heart and my mind are on board with this soulmate business. Fate brought us together, only to rip us apart in the end. Yeah, she's definitely a fickle witch.

I'll go to hell and back to end my family's curse. They've left me no other choice. Summoning a demon has never been on my bingo card, but that's exactly what I'm about to do. It's the only way to save my sister, my parents, and my entire coven from extinction. Yes, the demon is a prince. Yes, bringing a being with that much power across the veil might cause a rift or two, but it's nothing a Holland witch can't handle. Besides, he'll owe me one. Discord has been imprisoned for over four centuries, and I plan to make him an offer he can't refuse. My methods might be unscrupulous, but I always get the job done. Sometimes even light witches have to get a little dark.

Bound to a disgraced demon. Trapped in Hell. Hunted for sport. I really didn't think this through… My quick trip to the Underworld turned into a nightmare when Lucifer put a bounty on my head. Now I'm running for my life alongside the demon formerly known as a prince, ducking poisoned arrows at every turn, and searching for a goddess who doesn't want to be found. Nothing is going according to plan, including my attachment to Discord. He's tall, dark, and sexy as sin, and the more time I spend with this infuriating demon, the more my walls start to crumble. I have to make it out of Hell alive if I'm going to save Salem, but severing my bond with Discord just might leave me in ruins.

I'm not the High Priestess Salem needs… But I'm the only one they've got. The world as we know it is about to go up in smoke, and my method of kicking ass without taking names isn't cutting it anymore. I need cunning and wit and a demon named Mayhem if I'm going to stand a chance at saving my sister and…well, the world. I'm trying to keep my distance. I don't have the time or the desire to snuggle up with a demon prince, but-according to literally everyone else-the universe has another idea. Me, fated to a demon? Not a chance. But Mayhem is buying into this soulmate business, moving in and trying to put down roots in my life. For every crack he makes in the wall around my heart, I slap on some mortar and add another brick. The problem? The closer he gets, the more I want to let it all crumble. Because, when it comes to saving the world, maybe letting a demon love me is the only way I'll win. Collection Two contains the second trilogy of the Fire Witches of Salem Series: Mayhem and Ember Mending Mayhem Mastering Mayhem If you like snarky witches, smoldering demons, and fast-paced action, you'll love this slow-burn urban fantasy romance.

People love to claim they're descendants of the witches they couldn't burn. We actually are. Our ancestors literally could not be set on fire. Neither can we. My sisters and I are elemental witches, and fire is ours to command. The veil between worlds is thin in Salem, and we belong to the order of witches duty-bound to keep the monsters at bay. But we've got two problems. One: Our bloodline is cursed. One of us is meant to destroy every witch in our coven. Two: I've accidentally possessed myself with a demon. And he's not just any demon…he's a Prince of Hell. When I flub, I do it royally. If I can get him out of my head, he might be able to break my family's curse. The problem is…he might just steal my heart in the process. Okay, make that three problems. Collection One contains the first three books of the Fire Witches of Salem Series: Chaos and Ash Commanding Chaos Claiming Chaos If you like snarky witches, smoldering demons, and fast-paced action, you'll love this slow-burn urban fantasy romance.

The demon is out of my head, but my problems are only beginning. The veil between worlds is ripping open, and all kinds of nastiness is getting through. Normally, I'd say no problem. It's our job to keep Salem safe. But I just found out there's a curse on my coven, and the demon I exorcised is the only one who can save us. Well, he and his two brothers, whom we also have to summon. Yay. As if handling one Prince of Hell isn't enough of a hassle. But if we can't find them, I'm doomed to murder my entire coven. The danger keeps piling up, people are dying, and we're no closer to ending the curse than we were a month ago. Oh, and that demon who swears he can help? He's hotter than hellfire and wants to make me his own. He says I'm the order to his chaos, but we could be a match made in hell.