Ursula has forgotten her past. Too bad her past won’t return the favor.

Ursula can’t remember a single thing before three years ago, so she has to keep her life simple. All she wants is to earn enough money for rent—and maybe a bit left over for a new pair of boots.

But on her eighteenth birthday, all hell breaks loose … quite literally … when a hellhound shifter shows up in her kitchen. Kester’s lethally gorgeous, and he’s come with a terrifying message: Ursula owes her soul to the goddess of fire.

No one seems to care that she doesn’t remember striking that deal.

Thrust in the middle of a war between the demons of fire and night, Ursula must reclaim her magical knowledge and her long-forgotten skills with the blade if she wants to escape eternal damnation.