It's all fun and games until Kelly's gargoyle statue turns into a real man...

If there's one thing Party Witch Extraordinaire Kelly Holloway likes, it's a good time. So what if her coven thinks she's so immature they've tacked an extra year onto her wardship? Of course, that's why it's such a surprise when she learns she's inherited Hollow House. Oh, the epic ragers she plans to throw!

But all isn't Jello shots and booty calls. Not only does she have to deal with two quirky roommates she's forced to take in, a snarky vampire living in her basement (rent free, no less!), and a curmudgeonly new boss who doesn't find her habitual tardiness the least bit charming, but also a pesky sentient house that seems hell-bent on thwarting her love life.

Things only get weirder when the gargoyle statue she's been messing with for months turns into a man. A hot man. The hottest she's ever seen. And Ronun's not a fan of Kelly's...at all. Considering all of the funny outfits she's dressed him in, she can't really blame him. But...dayum. He's so fine even Hollow House seems to like him.

Whatever. Kelly has far more important things to focus on--such as finding her family's missing spell book so she can figure out how to rein in the uncontrollable Hollow House, impress her dubious boss, and break the curse that turns Ronun to stone for half the day.

Hey, no pressure or anything!

Their chemistry can really raise the dead...

No one suspects that straight-laced witch Aurora Rhonelle comes from a family of powerful necromancers–a fact they never let her forget. So what if she prefers Anne Klein over Anne Rice and pastels over shades of black? That shouldn't make her any less respectable. Unfortunately, never having raised a dead human does damage her street cred.

With her new job as a Junior Investigator at Othercross Judiciary, Aurora is more desperate than ever to prove herself. Especially since her coworkers are all a pack of back-stabbing jackals and the higher-ups don't even know she exists. So it comes as a pleasant surprise–make that total shock–when her boss entrusts her with a case. One she screws up royally when the lead witness doesn't appear for court.

Just when Aurora thinks her career is over, hope arrives in the form of a captivating wolf shifter who is not only a judge on her case, but also believes she's his fated mate. Crazy talk! She has far too much ambition to even think about men at this stage in her life, but Nate's persistence–not to mention her intense attraction to the laid-back werewolf–is hard to resist. But resist she must, if she wants to salvage her case and her career.

But things aren't as they seem, and it takes the help of her wanna-be mate for Aurora to unravel the mystery. Now she just needs to unravel her feelings for Nate and reanimate a human to prove her worth.

Forget her uncontrollable magic... She's dealing with uncontrollable lust. Eh, control is overrated anyway.

Anyone judging Tiffany Ufora by her cover would undoubtedly think the goth witch was a necromancer--and that's fine by her. There isn't a shade of black that's dark enough for her taste. But much to her dismay, Tiffany's particular brand of magic has a habit of spitting out oodles of the most adorable fluffy, pastel-colored critters at the most inopportune times.

Mortified by her joyful magic, Tiffany does her best to control the uncontrollable. Which only makes things worse. And it doesn't help when her dad hears about her poor grades at Othercross University and cuts her off financially--forcing her to get a job, of all things.

Her salvation comes in the form of a burly, bearded, lumberjack of a vampire, who also just happens to be a new professor at OCU. When he offers to tutor her--for free, no less, which is about all Tiffany can afford--she jumps at the chance. It doesn't hurt that Nero is sweet, gentle, and not at all what one would expect from a vampire. He's also dangerously sexy.

And completely unavailable. Not that she's interested or anything.

Because Tiffany has her sights set on someone else anyway, though the question of whether the other guy wants her is still up in the air--along with the dozen or so lovebirds flitting around her head. You know, the ones that appear when Nero smiles at her. Argh!