Allyson Lindt

The final book Allyson Lindt's heart-stopping, paranormal MMF series, NEON.MagnusI know how to save the people who matter. How to get my family back. How to finally destroy the god who wants to see us dead.No matter the cost.

DahliaI've been brainwashed. Manipulated. Lied to. Hunted.I'm still here. Fighting and stronger than ever, with the people I love by my side.But if we don't put an end to the threat, if we don't cut off every head of the hydra that calls itself TOM, and ensure none grow back, we'll never be safe.The biggest problem? TOM feels the same way about us, and if they find me first, they'll ensure none of us survive.

MagnusWhen I was granted immortality, I hoped I could put one of life's worries behind me-that a powerful group of gods want me dead.Turns out undying isn't as literal as I thought.I've got some powerful people fighting by my side, including a phoenix shifter with a sexy AF accent, and a god on the inside of the same organization trying to kill me.I'll gladly take their help in the staying alive department, and I definitely don't mind that the arrangement comes with physical benefits of the naked and horizontal variety.But I can't offer more than that. Not an eternity, or a lifetime, or any sort of love, because it becomes more clear every day that nothing is forever, and trust is the most fleeting thing there is.

DahliaFor the first time in my life, I know where I came from, and I can embrace my heritage.But the price on my head has grown, and those closest to me are in danger as well.Freyr will never forgive me if something happens to Fenrir. I don't blame him-I won't be able to forgive myself if I lose either of them.

Kandace Midlife crisis or midlife celebration? I've been the responsible one my entire life, including raising a son by myself. With my boy growing up and moving out and me hitting my mid-forties, I'm looking toward all the things I missed out on in life. Hooking up with the hottie a decade younger than me, when I was halfway around the world in Italy, should've helped me scratch that let loose itch. Instead, when I meet my brother's new screenplay writer, I want another chance with another younger guy. Then I realize the men know each other. Have a history with each other. Which makes me want them both even more. I don't even know who I am anymore, but this new, adventurous me is either going to get me in extraordinary trouble, or ensure I have the time of my life. Responsible me knows it's time to step back and behave, but I can't help but make exception after exception for just one more taste. When secrets come to light that could destroy all of us, I wonder how much of a mistake I made trading responsibility for fun.

Brooke Raising twins by myself wasn't the life I pictured, but the three of us have done pretty well together. They're in their senior year of high school now, and I'm thinking maybe I can finally get back into the dating pool. Given that my late-husband was my high school sweetheart-my one and only-and it's been more than twenty years, I have no idea where to start. Do I swipe right, speed date, or maybe just stand on a corner and shout forty and single, please date me? When an associate offers a trade-my business knowledge in exchange for his hook-up expertise-I jump on the agreement far faster than I should. But I draw the line at taking the coaching into the bedroom, especially if his best friend is joining us. This cougar knows better than to ogle the cubs nearly a decade younger than me. Don't I?

DariaMy ex taking our daughters to Disneyland is his latest way to prove Dad Rules and Mom Sucks. While they're riding roller coasters, I'm taking a trip of my own-a long deserved island getaway for one. And I'm letting my oldest's swim coaches stay at my place while we're all gone, and their apartment is fumigated. Except a last minute work emergency means I'm stuck at home, rather than lying on a beach enjoying the view. First time I see Colin wandering around the house shirtless, I realize the view has come to me. First time Tanner offers me an entirely different type of vacation-the no-clothes-horizontal-grind kind-I'm so very tempted. But I can't hook up with a man almost a decade younger than me, and definitely not two of them. Can I?

FallynEven a brat needs love.To anyone who watches my vlog, I'm the obnoxious know-it-all who breaks video games for a living, but that's just a persona. There are two men though, guys who have no idea who I am outside of an avatar, who know the real me. I trust them, I'm falling for them, and I'm pretty sure they feel the same.Until I meet them in person and realize they're the programmers for one of the games I've trashed the most. Poof. There goes any chance at a future with either of them.There's a fine line between lust and hate though, and it isn't long before the three of us find ourselves in a sexy game of one upmanship built on spite and desire.If we can't work our way through our animosity, the delicious ways we get each other off won't make up for our broken hearts.

Sonya I'm forty years old and the people in my stories get more action than I do. I'm happiest writing fanfiction and coupling my favorite characters: Dean and Cass. Crowley and Aziraphale. Spock and Kirk... But when I see the sparks that fly between my roommate Quentin and my co-worker Jeremy, I have new favorite ship. Hooking them up makes me realize how much I care for them, but when they discover I've been manipulating the situation, I may lose them both.

AdrienneI'm both terrified and thrilled to be the new artist for the hottest coming soon game in the industry-double entendre intended.The start-up gaming company I work for likes to push boundaries, including adult ratings, no limit on in-game partners, and some moderately graphic depictions of all the different ways to get down and dirty with two or more people.Given that I'm inching my way toward forty and my experience in the bedroom is limited to a couple of less than attentive ex-boyfriends, I'm not sure I can pull off the realistic designs that are expected of me.Two sexy men have got my back... and my front... and every bit of me from head to toe. Because they're going to help me work through the various positions the game is supposed to portray.In front of a camera.For drawing reference, of course.And as long as I remember this is all for purely research purposes, I'll be fine.I can remember that, right?