Zombies and Sacrificial Slayings. That’s pretty much the news headline every single day now. Like most people, I have no freaking clue why the dead are rising, or what’s causing it. All I know is that my mother is missing, and I want her back. And if this supernatural team of monster hunters can track her down then I will do anything—absolutely anything for them. Even if it means, sharing my soul to do it. Oh sorry, we haven’t been properly introduced. I’m Evangeline Midnight, and one month ago I was just your average teenage girl. An aspiring tattoo artist ready to graduate high school and go to university. Then we botched a séance, my mother went missing and some powerful necromancer flooded the streets of New Orleans with zombies. Oh well, you know what they say: Let the Good Times Roll. Warning: This is book one in a steamy reverse harem urban fantasy romance series where there are six guys—well, five supernatural guys and one demon, and no choosing required! Expect laughter, sexy polyamorous situations, and kick-ass action with everything from faeries, vamps, dragons and shifters to demons, ghosts, and witches. \*Kitchen sink excluded. Vivid sexual content and language.

The Undead Uprising is still in progress. It all started when my mother vanished after a botched séance. After that, the undead rose from their graves and I was ‘babenapped’ by a vampire. Kidnapped… babenapped… you get it. As my Grand-mere Delphine would say, it has been a day! So now I’m stuck inside this fangy freak’s mind-numbing hive, and I just know Professor Batavian and his Monster Squad—the city’s supernatural trackers—are scouring the city in search of me. I’d love to see them again, but I just can’t seem to remember to leave. The light orbs flicker, the monsters throb, and the dead are shambling faster than drunks during Mardi Gras.

Revenge 101 is now in session. Welcome to the Academy of Arcanum where the Fae rule and their drugs make you drool. Thank the goddess, I have my boys. With Mama home and the Undead Uprising grounded, I’m in New York, finishing up my magical training at the Academy of Arcanum. Sadly, I’ve barely cracked a chemistry book when I’m met with another hairy situation. My only friend on campus, a troubled young shifter is murdered in the dorm room next to me. The thing is, I know who did it. And with the help of my trackers, I’m going to prove it. I’m just the witch for the job. Hang onto your designer purses, girls, I’m coming for you. There’s only one problem: I may not be a witch after all, and I may not be exactly right about who did it. Our investigation has uncovered a secret war between Werewolves and Fae, and low and behold, my pain-in-the-butt-family appears to have everything to do with it.

_One magical night that no one seems to remember… is about to change our lives forever. But just how permanent is a deal with the Crossroads Queen? And why do pickles suddenly taste so good with ice cream?_ Seems like just yesterday, the boys were schooling me in forensic science at the Arcanum Academy, now we’re too busy hiding our own chemistry to study it. It all started with an assignment for the Council. Next thing I know, Headquarters is overrun with reports of unprovoked shifter attacks. Then HQ is attacked and looted, and now some very powerful magical relics are missing. Who could be behind this? All magical trails lead to a family reunion that nobody wants. A new underground club for supernaturals has opened and it’s run by dragons but is Bodhi’s brother in league with the devil? Or rather, is he in league with the devil’s number one sales rep. As the newest and only female member of the team, I’m forced to investigate. Going undercover in a strip club run by the dragon mafia is risqué and risky especially when the boss seems to share a past with three of my boys. Thankfully, Colten volunteers to join me, playing his part in a nasty game of blood sport. And as if that’s not enough, Lou’s luck has turned. His no-good daddy is back in town and the devil is after his soul. One bad roll of the dice could take us all down. Would you sign a Soul Contract if it saved someone you loved?