Lillith's living the good life. She's got the sultry Crescent City with its Old World charm and New World revelry to call home. Two gorgeous vampires share it with and satisfy her every desire. It's everything a girl could want.
Except for how it's not.
Lillith's a Soul Collector, and her mate Anton and their best friend and bed partner Morgan are the only people who know it. It's a tough job at the best of times.
These are hardly the best of times.
In post-Katrina New Orleans, a killer is on the loose and women are dying, and Lillith and her vampire lovers must find and vanquish him. The monster might lurk behind any colorful Mardi Gras mask, but Lillith's heightened senses can't pick him out.
Sure, in the bedroom, Lillith's life's fantastic, but outside it, everything just went to hell.

Mixed emotions swamp Reeva at the sight of Tybirius West at the enemy prison. He’s a mercenary who sells his fighting skills to the highest bidder, so his presence is understandable, but she thought the human had some scruples. Doesn’t it figure the one man from her past, who she can’t get out of her mind, switched allegiances? It’s a good thing she never told him how much she cared about him.

Ty is waiting for the woman who keeps him awake at night, ready to fulfill her deepest fantasy -- a ménage a trois with two men. Trouble is, Major Reeva Medusa is convinced she’s on a mission to free high profile prisoners from her rival’s clutches, and she isn’t buying Ty’s explanation that her boss sent her to a playground for burnt out warriors. After all, if Ty were on her side, he wouldn’t have captured her, blindfolded her, stripped her and bound her. That’s not her idea of gentle persuasion.

But then nobody ever called Tybirius West a gentleman.

Legend tells a tale of three talented, yet doomed witches who because of a curse from their lovesick ancestors are forced to find love and save the world in sixty days!