Vinsor: Vinsor thinks all he has to do is kill the witch that turned him into a demon. As soon as he strikes her down, the real problem appears in an explosion of magic. Jill is the perfect replica of the witch, and Vinsor has the misfortune of becoming her captor. As if Jill's insane babbling wasn't bad enough, Vinsor receives orders to make her fall in love with him. He can change Jill's emotions with one touch. But to do such an awful thing, even to his enemy? He can't disobey orders, but perhaps he can resist using his powers for it. Except the mind-reading, of course. Although, reading her mind might prove dangerous to his sanity. Jill: Jill landed in hell. A world without coffee and showers must be hell. A world without sterile bandages and antibiotics is a special kind of hell reserved for ICU nurses. At least she found her cat. Oh, yeah, and the resident demon cleans up well. She might even forgive him for kidnapping her. Now, if only she can find a way to get home. Not permanently, of course. Jill only needs to smuggle meds, guns, coffee, and a comfortable mattress into the fantasy world. And a few jackets. And a car. Oh, yeah, and Vinsor needs new clothes. Will shopping therapy be enough to stop Jill from strangling her patients? And what is up with Vinsor following every order given to him?

Nasilain: Traveling between worlds always filled Nasilain with dread. All those hipsters with their friendly smiles and hundreds of questions. What was the last movie she watched? What music did she like? What country was she from? If Nasilain could use magic in this world, she would've blocked the flow of calcium ions in their jaw muscles just to shut them up. The scientific knowledge she could find on the internet, using the free WiFi in one of the local coffee shops, forced her to tolerate the occasional interrogation. But even hipsters were better than Seth, the beefy police officer that caught her teleporting. Apparently, she wasn't allowed to lie to him, which was fine as long as he didn't ask about the clone. Seth: Seth had seen his share of bad luck. On normal days, it manifested as a shoulder injury that got him discharged from his SEAL team or wounding a civilian while on the police force. But landing in a parallel dimension with elves in neon green pants, a cute mad scientist with magical abilities, and swarms of carnivorous fairies? That was a first. At least Nasilain promised not to use her magic to split atoms. Content warning: This book DOES NOT contain zombie fairies. Everything else is fair game, though.

Every sorceress needs a sniper to miss her. Malisana has her work cut out for her. Raise two kids on her own. Have her house burned by crazed elves. Escape a swarm of ravenous fairies. Getting saved by otherworlders finally gives Malisana the break she needed. Being a refugee isn’t that bad when she can get enough food and have the castle walls to protect her from the fairies. Even better, a handsome otherworlder invites her to go to his world. Ron, the charming Police Officer and a former Marine Scout Sniper from a parallel dimension, will give Malisana and her kids anything. A new house. A puppy. A kitten. Most importantly, ice cream and bacon. As life finally settles, reality comes knocking. Otherworlders have enemies, and those enemies want their castle back.

Can a handsome Christmas knight help a lonely engineer spruce things up? Isabella knew that Bralazin was too good to be true, but to find out that he was a knight from another world, a lord, and her brother's friend? That was almost as bad as learning that the magical world didn't have Christmas. At least Bralazin could help her organize an epic Christmas party and get gifts for every child in their kingdom. Easy. They could do it. Even if Bralazin kept questioning why they needed Christmas in the first place. Would've been great if there were roads they could use to deliver gifts, but Isabella wasn't a road engineer for nothing. She could build the roads. Or have elves in neon green pants do it for her while singing Christmas songs. Bralazin, on the other hand, was something she'd have to handle herself. He could say what he wanted about not wishing to upset her brother, but it wouldn't help him. Isabella set her eyes on him, and he was going down.