Miss Josephine Bell, witch, is tasked with apprehending a rogue demon before he obliterates London. But the Lycan assigned to assist her isn't, , available...since she just arrested him. Worse? Said incarcerated Lycan believes she's his mate and isn't exactly delighted by that unfortunate turn of events. Her foolproof plan? Break Lycan out of gaol. Capture demon. Return Lycan to gaol. Also: Don't get caught. Fend off wolfie Mating Instinct. Ignore the man's indecent smile. But that kiss... Lachlan Connor Daire MacKeane, The MacKeane, 7th Duke of Skye, and involuntary guest of Marshalsea Gaol has been arrested for murder. If he hadn't been hoodwinked by a saucy witch, he'd be prowling the streets, hunting the real assassin. Worse? Said impertinent witch is his mate, a more unsuitable lover he cannot conceive. She isn't Lycan. A female wolf would never be so... devious. Or so beguiling. Never mind, so kissable. If that wicked witch is as clever as she seems, she is farfrom London right about now because one whiff of her scent and even this magically sealed gaol couldn't keep him from her. Josie Bell isn't concerned. Fending off murderous scoundrels is just another day in the life of a Spellmaiden. An impulsive Lycan doesn't even merit a raised brow. She's far more concerned with saving the world, though admittedly, a searing kiss (or ten) does have certain perks. When Josie and Lachlan discover how certain random events aren't quite so accidental, insignificant oddities aren't quite so trivial, and the true villains aren't quite who they expect, can they learn how to work together before the next Potential Extinction Event becomes very, very real? A Spell for a Duke A Duke to Scry For The Duke Who Lived