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London, 2095. The world drowned. The system broke. And people became property. Enslaved and microchipped, Alexander Lytton survived by creating the perfect mask: blank, obedient, invisible. Behind it, he was safe. One slip, and he was dead. Until his master is murdered, and Alex becomes the prime suspect. Detective Josiah Raine hasn't touched another man since his husband's brutal murder seven years ago. He's a ghost investigating ghosts, running on empty, barely holding himself together.

I have few friends and fewer allies. What I do have on the island of Everland is a lot of people who want me gone. So when the Crocodile and Captain Hook reappear in my life, I am in no mood. And worse, they’re unknowingly endangering themselves by asking for me by a name I long considered dead. Now, not only do I have to save myself, I have to save the two men who I swore I would murder with my bare hands if I ever set eyes on them again considering they abandoned me.

The Crocodile, the Devourer of Men, has devoured something he shouldn’t: a Myth Maker Witch. Now, with the witch’s dark power swirling inside of him, he’s losing control of his monster and quickly making his way through my ship and my crew. It’s only me and Wendy Darling who can pull him back. But even we know time is running out.

I’m getting married. Again. But this time it’s to the men I love: Captain James Hook and the Crocodile, the Devourer of Men. As a Darling, I never thought I’d get the fairytale life. Not with Peter Pan haunting my family line. Not with the monsters and witches and myths of the Seven Isles plotting for revenge. On the morning of my wedding, all seems well…until someone kidnaps James. Surely it must be a mistake. Because no one on Darkland would be stupid enough to kidnap the Crocodile’s boyfriend, right?

Becci: Shifter men are the worst. After the latest one flipped out because I wouldn’t give up my job as a research scientist to play house, I accidentally shifted. In a restaurant. Into a twelve-foot crocodile. REDS is my last shot before giving up on men. And they actually find me a reptile shifter, hot and quiet with gila monster vibes. Things are looking up. Right until I got tasered outside of my lab and six goons shove me into a black van. I'm blindfolded, handcuffed, and on a loaded onto a plane.