A human being, a hellhound, and an archangel head into a bar .

Sounds like the first line to a tale, right?

Only it’s no laughing matter . . . it’s my damned existence. Witches are working riot. Shifters are on the hunt. Demons are consuming humans.

There’s a fresh drug on the street. Sigil is normally dark and deadly . . . towards the paranormal kind, opening up their second view, urging these to maim, torture, and eliminate. And the physiques are piling up.

For me, it’s an opportunity to get off The Circle’s shit list and back in about Hell is a Harem: Book 1 the black, because the Circle’s Paranormal First Response Squad is more than my job, it’s my legacy.

So here I am, scoping out the only known distribution site, a hell-raising bar called Wicked, trying like hell to maintain my eyes off the archangel who refuses my advances, as well as the hellhound who wants me six ways to Sunday.

He whispers dangerous things that collection my pulse racing, turning toward the human, Inspector Titus Banks, and archangel Gabriel, who gives me a wink.

Oh my damn center . . . this is gonna be considered a long-ass night.

Hell really is a Harem.

Contains mature themes.