Salem Supernaturals

A witch without magic. A vampire without a cause. And a mysterious death that brings them under the same roof.

A wolf shifter thinks I'm his mate. Not going to happen. I'm half-siren and all single. No way am I giving up my freedom for some delusional furball. Even if he's kind of cute. And considerate. And has warm eyes.

A delusional dragon shifter thinks I need his help. Ha. I'm a detective. Why would I need help from an exotic dancer on a case that involves dark magic? We're searching for demons, not dollars. Lucas is persistent, as if he's burned his brain flying too close to the sun. But I don't need this scaly shifter's help solving crimes. Or his all-too-personal attention.

My vampire boyfriend is acting strange. Is it the seven-month itch? We've passed that milestone, but maybe our relationship has become routine. My best friend thinks I should spice things up. That might be easy for a half-siren, but I'm a witch. I can master spells, not seduction. My awkward attempt proves it. I'll stick to dancing in clubs rather than my bedroom. Although Diego claims nothing's wrong with us, he's still distant. He's keeping something from me, but what? Then I learn his gorgeous ex is in Salem, and she wants him back. Vamp, please. You had your chance.