Thank you for engaging the services of Wicked Incorporated, where the insults are given for free. Evangeline is not a very nice witch, and she's not afraid to show it. Her ruthless nature comes in handy as a problem solver until she lands a job where she's forced to work with an uncouth shifter. He's rude, cocky, totally unsuitable, not to mention part animal, but despite it all, she can't help craving his touch. Ryker is big, bad, and brash. When he's partnered with a curvy witch, he does everything in his power to fight her allure. And fails. But he's not too disappointed as he discovers wickedness has its uses, especially in the bedroom. Vampires, a wedding from hell, and a cackling boss named Rumpelstiltskin, will these two wicked beings complete their job and admit, despite their stubborn nature, that they belong together?

The problem with being born with expectations is the failure to live up to any. Christopher might be the antichrist but taking over the world and leading the minions of darkness sounds like a lot of work. And while slacking is a sin his supposed dad Lucifer approves of, his lack of goals is a problem. Personally, Christopher would rather just work hard enough to make ends meet—and maybe buy a six-pack. But fate is conspiring against him. For some reason the dead won’t stay in the ground, apparently he’s not an only child, he has sisters and this hot chick he met in the cemetery refuses to sleep with him. It’s time for this lazy prince in waiting to rise to the occasion and embrace destiny—or at least make out with it.

She left him at the altar, but the Devil is making him keep his promise. Destiny is calling Chris, yet someone forgot to give him an instruction manual on conquering the world. Being the Antichrist is all well and good, but how is he supposed to know how to bring about Armageddon? He’s still waiting for his army of minions, the glory, the riches. And where is the respect? You’d think any woman would be ecstatic at the thought of marrying the future ruler of the world. Not Isobel. She keeps spouting things like “forced to get married,” “love me for myself, not because Daddy made you.” It doesn’t help that his psychotic mother with a penchant for playing with dead things has taken an interest. However, having her henchman of the apocalypse attempt to kidnap him isn’t the way to get in his good graces. Things are starting to get complicated on Earth. Dark forces are rising, Chris’s powers are still developing—and he’s pretty sure his dad, Lucifer, wants him dead. What’s the destroyer of the world to do? Point him to the nearest bar. This calls for more beer.

In order to be king, Lucifer has to die... The Antichrist is supposed to rule the world, but Chris kind of promised the ghost of his father-in-law he’d rather have the love of his wife. And he meant it…at the time. However, Chris was born with a destiny. He is the prince-in-waiting. The destroyer of nations. A failure with no magic, no armies, and no longer even a psychotic mother he can call upon. Is he destined for a mundane life? Good thing fate has other plans. Plans that include him becoming Hell’s King.