Robyn Peterman: 32 books

Where does a Demon go when she gets deported form Hell? Kentucky. Eden, Kentucky to be more specific—where nothing is exactly as it seems. My name is Dixie. I’m a Demon—a lousy Demon. I’m a twenty-one year old virgin and I have a battery operated boyfriend. My magic is iffy at...

A movie deal for the Devil's autobiography slash romance? Priceless. Maybe I should choose George Clooney to play me in the movie… No. Too gray. As much as I can't see anyone playing me but me, I have far more important issues on my agenda—like finding the woman who stole my soul....

I need a new freakin' job. It's not what you think. I'm desperate to resign from the Werewolf Treaty Federation aka WTF. Don't judge. I didn't name this crew of misfit Shifters so hear me out. After investigating a deadly Jazz Cabbage outbreak, I discover we need a necromancing Demon...

My name is Dima and I’m a Dragon. I’m also going to die soon. Its a battle I’ve waged most of my life, but now the odds are looking crappy. Before I go up flames, I have to find a way to save my horde and make sure my secret treasure is safe. There is one way I could stick around a bit...

Three waxed cats, one Cookie Witch, a brazilian gone bad and the last name, Bermangoggleshitz… not the best ingredients for a successful spell. Or is it? Avoiding the truth has been working out just fine for most of my life.  I’m finally happy. I have friends and a kangaroo shifter...

Forecast for today? Partly good witch, with a thirty-two percent chance of broom rage. How in the Goddess's name did I get stuck at the Witchypoo Convention at Rump Arena in Hexington, Kentucky? Whoops… my bad. Rupp Arena in Lexington, Kentucky. Whatever. It's like one cavernous indoor garage...

Why do I have to have my tail in a knot for the one hot, sexy Werewolf who can’t seem to keep his Johnson in his pants?I’m a nice girl—really I am. I’m just a typical computer-hacking, knife-throwing, Star Trek-obsessed, overeducated Werewolf nerd who can’t seem to get her love life...

What could possibly go wrong when a Mermaid and a Werewolf are sent on a dangerous mission by the drunken, diaper-wearing God of the Sea? Better question. What could possibly go right? Madison Unlike my sisters, I haven't found my HEA. And I'm looking—hard. But finding a man...

Misty What's love got to do with it? If you're Cupid, everything. If you're me, not a thing in the sea. I don't believe in love. Poseidon is smoking some bad seaweed if he expects me to take the one job I'm obviously not qualified for. Rumor has it, Cupid is a chubby baby with a bad...

Planning my own wedding should mean I’m having the time of my life…not defending it every time I turn around. Dragons, feral Wolves and Were Cows…I mean who in the hell knew Were Cows even existed?All I wanna do is marry Hank, have 2.5 beautiful little Werewolf babies and live happily...

*Ariel * What in the clam shell does a Mermaid have to do to find true love? I'm bored. And if I'm being honest, I'm jealous. I want my sister to have her happily ever after. I do. But I want my own adventures and my own true love. For two hundred years I've suffered through one immortal...

Once upon a time there lived a Fairy. And not just your run of the mill kind of Fairy. The reincarnated Fairy Queen of Zanthia. The Queen. She was a modern woman—a human no less. Armed with a potty mouth, a firm grasp of every note in Michael Jackson's song catalogue, and some friends in...

Pirate Doug What in the Chicken of the Sea was I thinking to agree to this half arsed Otherworld Defense Agency mission? I'm the most absurdly good looking Vampire Pirate of the High Seas. Being on the run for my life is very important work… and a freaking full time job. Defending...

I have to trap the most evil, worst bad dude in existence without actually turning him to ash. So, what’s a Vampyre to do? For starters, enter an undead beauty pageant—in Oklahoma—where the hair is jacked and the contestants are busty and brainless.My name is Venus. I’m a two-hundred-year...