If there's something Ravenna Chastain knows, it's when to end things. And after she almost winds up the victim of a cult that believes she's a witch, it's easy to walk away from her dead-end career, ready for a new start. But where to find a job that would allow her to use her very specialized skill set? The answer is clear: she becomes a matchmaker. But even a successful matchmaker can't find someone for everyone, and Ravenna considers Ethan Sweetwater her first professional failure. After nine failed dates, Ravenna knows it's time to cut Ethan loose. But Ethan refuses to be fired as a client--he needs one final date to a business function. Since Ravenna needs a date herself to a family event, they agree to a deal: she will be his (business) date if he will be her (fake) date to her grandparents' anniversary celebration. What Ethan fails to mention is that attending the business function is a cover for some industrial espionage that he's doing as a favor to the new Illusion Town Guild boss. Ravenna is happy to help, but their relationship gets even more complicated when things heat up--the chemistry between them is explosive, as explosive as the danger that's stalking Ravenna. Lucky for her, Ethan isn't just an engineer--he's also a Sweetwater, and Sweetwaters are known for hunting down monsters..."--Dust jacket flap

"'The witch will burn.' Ravenna Chastain could hear the chanting in the adjacent chamber. It was growing louder and more intense. The members of the witch hunter cult were working themselves up into a frenzy. 'The witch will burn. The witch will burn. The witch will burn.' Until a few minutes ago she had kept panic at bay by telling herself that help was on the way. All she had to do was stall for time. She had done her best but the trial that had condemned her had lasted less than twenty minutes and had consisted primarily of a lengthy reading of the charges against her. 'You have been accused of practicing witchcraft. You have presented no evidence to the contrary. You must be cleansed.' At the end the Master had pronounced the verdict which had never been in doubt. Guilty. She and the dust bunny were on their own. The cult's head enforcer appeared in the arched doorway. He gripped a flamer in one hand. The weapons were among the few that functioned in the heavy paranormal energy that circulated in the ancient ruins of the Underworld. 'Time to meet the cold fire, Witch.' He selected a key from the metal chatelaine around his waist. 'The Master and the Acolyte are waiting. The Guardians have gathered to witness the destruction of your powers'"--,Provided by publisher.