Carrie Pulkinen

Vampires and reapers and demons, and…the Easter Bunny? Oh my! Jane's story isn't over yet, and she's picking up a few friends along the way. The shenanigans continue in New Orleans Nocturnes Collection Two: All hell breaks loose when the Grim Reaper takes a vacation.

Fangtastic. It's just my luck I get turned into a vampire by an Edward Cullen wannabe who has Captain Jack Sparrow as his mentor. All I wanted was to have the time of my life with my bestie at Mardi Gras. Now I'm a vampire, she might be a witch, and werewolves and demons? Yeah, they're real too.

Her hot-as-sin enemy just turned out to be an angel in disguise. Holy hell... High school history teacher April Carter never asked to be a guardian. But when she wakes up in the afterlife as an angel-in-training with Damian as her mentor, things go from bad to worse. She had enough of the...

Gaston Bellevue has been single for 100 years. He's a bat-shifting vampire who has amassed a fortune, runs a B and B for supes, and is living his best death in the Big Easy....

Succubus Katrina is fasting for her freedom. If she can ignore her demonic urges long enough, Satan will eventually forget about her, and she'll be free. Just because she isn't getting it on doesn't mean she can't help the supes of New Orleans do the pants-off dance-off....

With an existential crisis looming over his head, Asher needs a break from reaping souls. But when he leaves his door to the underworld unattended, one escaped ghost threatens to turn the French Quarter into a haven for the hell-bound....

Jane Devereux is adjusting to her new life as a nocturne fabulously. She runs the most popular nightclub in the French Quarter and is married to the hottest vampire in New Orleans. When she accidentally runs over Santa Claus, her perfect undead life begins to crumble....

Crimson Oliver is a bad witch. She's not wicked, but every spell she tries to cast goes awry in one way or another. After her last screw-up, the high priestess has threatened to bind her powers and turn her human for good....

Sophie Burroughs is determined to be a witch. Her grandmother was a witch. All the other supes say she smells like a witch, but she can’t cast a spell to save her life. Sprouting fur is so not on her to-do list....

Governor's daughter Jane Anderson is used to getting what she wants. When a girls' trip to Mardi Gras thrusts her into the arms - and fangs - of New Orleans' hottest vampire, he gifts her with immortality, super strength, and a complexion to die for....

When you're a light witch bound to a demon, happily ever after can be…complicated.

Can the Holland sisters mend the veil and save Salem from destruction? Will they lose their soulmates if they do? Find out in the thrilling conclusion to the Fire Witches of Salem series!

Bound to a disgraced demon. Trapped in Hell. Hunted for sport. I really didn't think this through…

I'll go to hell and back to end my family's curse. They've left me no other choice. Summoning a demon has never been on my bingo card, but that's exactly what I'm about to do. It's the only way to save my sister, my parents, and my entire coven from extinction.

He's got the right fluff. She's living on a prayer. They'll both need more bounce to the ounce if they're going to save Easter this year.

Me, fated to a demon? Not a chance. But Mayhem is buying into this soulmate business, moving in and trying to put down roots in my life. For every crack he makes in the wall around my heart, I slap on some mortar and add another brick.

I’m running a coven and trying to break a curse so we can stop the fabric of reality from unraveling around us…and I am screwing it up every chance I get. I don’t have time for romance, yet Fate had the audacity to send a possible soulmate my way.

Mayhem is the most difficult, infuriating man I have ever laid eyes on. So why is it that all I can think about is laying…ahem…myself on him? My sister thinks he and I are fated mates. I think she's taken one too many hits with a basilisk's tail. Me, fated to a demon prince? Not a chance.

People love to claim they're descendants of the witches they couldn't burn. We actually are. Our ancestors literally could not be set on fire. Neither can we. My sisters and I are elemental witches, and fire is ours to command.

We found his brother, but then we lost him again. There's a traitor in our midst who's thwarting us at every turn, and if we can't summon the next demon, the entire town…heck, maybe the world…will be in peril.