Marduk, Mesopotamian god of thunder, has been invisible for hundreds of years, his punishment for leaving an entire civilization to wither and die...all for the love of a woman. Now, the gods seem to be reaping a great deal of pleasure at his expense once again for it’s another little bit of a woman who has the power to make him whole. She lights his formerly passionless form on fire, but he'll have to battle more than the gods who placed him and his brothers in this purgatory to win her heart and her body. Some demons must be faced to be defeated, even if they are hers. Tess has straightened her life out. That means no alcohol, no risk, and most of all NO MEN! But this god-like creature she first sees naked on the beach makes her forget the horrors wrought by another and consider the passion zinging through her veins. Can she take such a risk again without sacrificing her sobriety and her life?

Anshar is god of the sky...but he's also something much more dangerous. Terrified for the safety of the woman he would call his own, he denies his attraction to keep her safe and the monster inside of him at bay. A battle is coming between the gods of the Blue Hills and the puritans who would destroy his kind before the gods can find their Chosen—mortals who are not just mates, but who can make the gods corporeal once more. Lenore Crest is drawn to the taciturn god against her better judgment and in spite of the hateful lessons she's always been taught about his kind by the leader of a secret puritan society. Opening her heart to Anshar would be a betrayal to her people, and loving him could put everyone in danger. Can their relationship survive in spite of his secrets and her misplaced allegiances?

Dagon is unredeemable in the eyes of the gods he betrayed centuries ago, but now, the Mesopotamian sea god is truly screwed. The answer to his redemption, his Chosen, is finally within reach, but the powers-that-be have stepped up their war against the Earth-bound gods, and he’s literally ripped from her arms. Thrust into the Underworld, he is forced to battle demons, and his body is ravaged beyond endurance. Perhaps it’s for the best. Intense physical pain might be the only thing that can make him forget her. After a hellish youth, bartender, Holly Abelard is just trying to get through life. At least, that’s what she thinks until the guy she’s hot for announces he’s a god, and she’s his mate. She’s barely coming to terms with that revelation when the sexy hunk is sucked into the Underworld, and she’s left in the hands of a league of super gods. But Holly isn’t giving up on getting Dagon back. That isn’t to say she doesn’t have her doubts. Had he really sported fangs and scales? What the hell? Or should she say what in Hell, because that’s where she'll have go to find him.

Enten, the god of winter, has spent centuries avoiding rejection from women. He might be cold to the depths of his very soul, but one woman—his Chosen—holds the key to melting his permafrost. To keep her, though, he must embrace the heat sweeping through his heart—and his body. Unfortunately, he and the group of gods he calls brothers are trapped on Earth’s plane by a malevolent force that could bring violence to her doorstep. Gloria Wingfeather lived through hell, physically and emotionally singed by the viciousness of her ex-husband. For years, she’s dedicated her time and her heart to making a life for herself. The sexy god of chill has the potential to heal those charred wounds or to set her ablaze with passion.

Huxley Abelard lives and fights alongside the immortals of the Blue Hills as a human, but he's always felt something...more. A prophecy foretells that a mortal will ascend to become a god in the Underworld, but Hux's wicked past could cost him the throne and the sexy doctor who haunts his days and nights. He can't imagine a decent woman wanting a man who has done the things he's done to survive. Doctor Dani-Lee Whitehill has loved and lusted for Huxley since the first moment she laid eyes on him. Unfortunately, he's made it quite clear that, although he's attracted to her, he'd rather cut off his male parts than get them anywhere near her. She's willing to play by his hands-off rules, but desire may quickly erode her patience and when it does, Hux could be royally screwed.

Feisty DEA Agent Candy Lane can't decide which is worse—being romanced by a violent drug lord she helped put away or fulfilling the mating prophecy for an arrogant immortal. A freelance missing persons case may have brought them together, but she has no intention of becoming the god’s Chosen until the past catches up with her and forces her to face the facts of her heart. Enlil, Mesopotamian god of wind, doesn't like the foul-mouthed agent one bit. She’s crass, bold, and unbelievably sexy, at least to his inner bull. After a couple hundred years of being cockblocked by the beast, he knows the tiny spitfire will never grab that opportunity by the horns. Immortal or not, once he makes her his Chosen and becomes corporeal after hundreds of years, they can go their separate ways. Too bad his heart has other plans.

The gods of the underworld were cursed and cast out, made to wander unseen upon the human world… Kulla, the divine architect, has finally found his Chosen, the only one who can make him corporeal again. Because of an edict from Hell four hundred years ago, Obedience slipped through his fingers. He’ll be damned if she does it again.The feisty red-headed witch makes his temper rise along with certain body parts, but he is destined to spend eternity with her, like it or not. Obedience is still angry, believing Kulla abandoned her to an unknown fate back in old Salem. But she can’t resist the sexy deity―or the needs of his group―much longer. It nearly broke her when he refused to marry her all those years ago and neglected to reveal himself as a god. This time, their future―if they have one―will be on her terms.

Emesh has always assumed his odds of finding an eternal mate were somewhere between zero and crap. He’s a god, thousands of years old, but he’s also gay. He’s never experienced a gay relationship, and hasn’t had a clue about how to…hook-up. With the advent of the huge male across the clearing, that’s about to change. Soon, he’ll live every nuance of male love he’s ever imagined…and it scares him shitless. Douglas Wingfeather never allows visitors. Never. He’s the master of one-night stands, and likes it that way. So what the hell does he want with a guy like Emesh? The answer has to be…nothing. Strange attraction or not, his libido needs to shut itself down. He doesn’t need a boyfriend. His screwed up past doesn’t allow room for a normal relationship. End of story.

Gods blast it, why did it have to be a lion-tamer? Shamash, god of justice, and a golden leopard shifter, never imagined mating with someone whose job is to dominate the feline species. And to make matters worse, he doesn’t feel an ounce of lust for the curvaceous, smart-mouthed blonde. But if taking her as his Chosen will help his fellow gods stay on earth, he’ll swallow his distaste and take one for the team. Eternity with Marla by his side, however, is going to feel like a damned long time. Quinn doesn’t understand why aliens have come to earth, or why Marla looks so pleased to work with them. Quinn is scared to death to have them notice her and put her under the same kind of spell, something she might find hard to fight considering how handsome the golden, curly-haired E.T. is with all those glorious muscles. And scrub the thought of that intriguing piercing through his bottom lip that makes her tongue long to test its contours. No. Her best bet is to stay hidden and hope he and his friends don’t plan on taking over the world.

Dumuzi had been content for centuries, so why couldn’t things remain status quo? When all his buddies started finding their Chosen, their eternal mates, he couldn’t have been happier while determined to maintain his normal, low profile. But then the edict had come. They all had to find their other halves. Which was totally messed up. No way could he subject a woman to who he was, who he became. It would be a death sentence…for both of them. Veronica Foxey hadn’t been haunted by the voices since she moved from Boston, but now an emergency call from her daughter had her rushing back to the city which held only pain. Would the voices return after ten years? And if they did, would she be able to hang on to her sanity?

Lahar needs to grab Mary Margaret’s interest immediately. Her life is in danger. But how to get around the fact she has friends, family, and an interior decorating business of her own? Will she give all that up to become his goddess? Instantly smitten with MM’s drive and creativity, he quickly invents a non-existent house for her to renovate. But he better come up with a real property, fast, or she’ll call him out for a liar before he gets her to fall for him. A tall order for a god who’s more comfortable behind a computer…or chewing grass in a field. Mary Margaret Tankler has been cossetted, pampered and…sigh…held back by her loving but overly protective parents. Her self-made design company is a last ditch effort to break free and lead an independent life. When Lahar Morton, a man whose hotness will surely keep her awake at night, asks her to renovate his ocean-front property, she knows it’s the project that will make or break her career. That’s if she can maintain a professional demeanor, and keep herself from falling for the gorgeous, enigmatic man.

Four hundred years ago Ishkur, god of fire, married a human female who inevitably ascended to the overworld. He’s long since come to grips with his loss, but taking an unwanted trip to Plimoth Plantation, facing a world so similar to the one where he’d been happy, will certainly rub salt in old wounds. When he steps foot in the village, however, it isn’t sadness that grabs him, it’s anxiety after meeting a god-talking, native woman. What the hell? Every one of his immortal-senses claws at his spine and urges him to flee. Too bad running isn’t an option for a god. Koni knows danger, and it’s found her where she works. She’s not sure if it comes from her ex-boyfriend, or the powerful stranger who takes her by surprise one night after the plantation has closed. Only one thing is certain. Those two threats―compounded by the spirit walkers she’s discovered in the woods―make it way past time to pack up and get the hell out of town. She just needs to outmaneuver the lunatic who seems determined to claim her.

Time is running out and all the gods feel it, especially Ninurta. If he fails to find his Chosen, the entire group, without their loved ones and children, will be sent back to Hell. When the god of earthquakes becomes embodied again during a what should have been an easy rout of some demons, Ninurta knows he’s close to the one who will change the immortals’ destiny. But how will it change his life? He’s not exactly mating material with his past still unresolved, yet he owes it to all his friends to “god up.” Ivy has spent untold years navigating the corridors of Hell, avoiding demons and ghouls while staying one step ahead of the most malevolent shifter she knows, Ridhwan. It’s not the life she envisioned for herself, but she has it down to a science, her skills more than adequate to keep her enclave safe. Now the unimaginable has happened. Powerful beings, perhaps good, perhaps evil, have come into her realm, demanding things of her she can’t possibly deliver. If only she weren’t so attracted to the one with the defeated air and compelling gray eyes.