Never trust a werewolf. I’m the weakest cartomancer who ever lived, but I can use Tarot cards to work magic. Most days. That makes me the natural prey of the Soldiers of the Light, the jumped-up werewolves who police the magic community. They’ve hunted cartomancers for centuries because of some stupid ancient feud. Never speak to a werewolf. I’m helping the local vampires track a rogue that’s menacing our little town when I knock a handsome stranger off his motorbike. He’s badly hurt but refuses medical help. So I take Mr Tall, Dark and Suspicious home—and find out he’s a Soldier. Because that’s just the kind of day I’m having. Never, under any circumstances, fall in love with a werewolf. He’s my sworn enemy, but sparks fly between us. Now I have a monster to catch and a town to save, all while guarding my secret—and my heart—from a man who would kill me without a second thought if he knew the truth.

Disaster #1: My kind of magic involves Tarot cards, not shape-shifting, but I’ve been bitten. Now I’m a werewolf, forced to join my sworn enemies. I need to find a cure for lycanthropy fast and get the heck out of Dodge. Disaster #2: My powerful but crazy new grandfather has just announced he has an Evil Plan to destroy all magic. Because of course he has. And it somehow involves me. Disaster #3: My new pack hates me and my only ally is Conal, the sexy, smart-mouthed wolf who has sworn to protect me. To survive, I must convince the pack that I’m Conal’s mate. My calendar is really filling up. Before the next full moon, I have to find a cure, save magic, and stage the romance of the century. Without actually falling in love. Because that would be the biggest disaster of all.

When all your choices are terrible, sometimes all that’s left is the impossible. I’ve spent the last seventeen years believing my mother was dead. Turns out, she’s actually a prisoner in the elemental plane, trapped by a faerie bargain gone wrong. All I want is to save her, but there’s a new preternatural monster on the scene. It destroys the memories of anyone it touches before vanishing without a trace. As the new leader of the Soldiers, hunting it down should be my focus. But, between wrangling angry werewolves, negotiating vampire politics, and trying to persuade my new packmates to give up their ancient vendetta against cartomancers, I already feel pulled in a million different directions. But the biggest issue? Plenty of cartomancers have ventured into the elemental plane before. The problem is, none of them have ever returned.