Calypso Violante—Cal to her friends—is living her best life. Sort of. Sure, she lives in a dump of an apartment, but hey, she’s a federal agent, and isn’t that cool? Not just any federal agent, she’s part of the squad that deals with supernatural crimes. That’s supernatural as in paranormal. As in vampires, shifters, witches, and all kinds of weird shi—You get the drift. A night of undercover surveillance while her team hunts for an elusive fire mage suspected of several killings should have ended with her sliding into the sheets in her super posh mattress in her dump of an apartment. No, it didn’t. The fire mage they’ve been surveilling threw some kind of potion in her face and now Cal’s dealing with side effects from hell. The least of which involves ending up naked in unexpected places. The best of which should have been that she could leap and roar, but nah, not in Hell’s Kitchen. Massive four-legged felines are not regularly accepted denizens in New York City. Cal’s in a hell of a bind and she needs answers from the one person she can’t seem to find. Dominic.