She's his match-but he's not in her business plan. A Fangly, My Dear story. Hereditary witch Dominique LaPierre has always refused to use her powers, especially when it comes to business. Until now. Her new company, a computer dating service that hooks up the San Fransisco human and para communities, thrives on crossing that boundary. Business is great despite opposition from the arrogant and conceited Antoine Thierry, a leader in the vampire community. And, to her irritation, she finds she's got the hots for him. Antoine doesn't like or trust witches. Nor does he like the growing power of technology; real vampires, in his view, don't need it to have a social life. Besides, if he can't control the game, he doesn't want to play-except with Dominique. The heat between them could melt down any hard drive. She pushes his buttons on every level, from the board room to the bedroom. But he's holding out, especially when she looks to him to support her new business. Antoine wants it all. His way-and his woman. Warning: This title contains hot sex and lots of it!

She's the only mate he wants. But love isn't on the menu. Fangly, My Dear series Lilith P. Graves needs to get a life. A social life. This shouldn't be a problem, since she's partnered with her best friend in the "Fangly, My Dear" dating service. Problem is, she keeps falling for the wrong guys, and they don't get more wrong than the super-hot alpha Rafe Graywolf. With the history of bad blood between her kind and his, the message is clear: Vegetarian demi-ghouls need not apply. Obeying the call of duty, Rafe took the role of alpha at a rough time for the pack. For the sake of stability, the elders insist he find a mate. Now. A dating service isn't normally his cut of steak, but he has little time-or choice. But Lilith.now there's a choice morsel he could sink his teeth into. Too bad they're on opposite ends of the ghoul-werewolf social spectrum. Not to mention the food chain. Warning: This title contains a several heaping helpings of hot, sizzling sex!