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It's 1981, and in the town they call No Hope, Theo knows Pete is going through a tough time. God knows Theo's been there himself. He offers a hand in friendship, an offer to get a few guys together for some poker, but something holds Pete back. He's just acquired a Book, and this is the day Pete's gonna make his father pay for all the shit Stinky Pete's had to deal with...

A young girl is found behind a dumpster and more have been found throughout the city, prompting a reformed hit-woman, who is seeking to redeem her soul after the bad deeds she has done, to find out why. She takes on the deepening mystery of who is doing this and why this keeps happening while no one is doing anything about it. Now, it is up to Layla Wilson, once known as the best hit woman ever to do the job, to now find out why the system failed these kids.

Zero does. One of her members broke the rule: no werewolf shall harm or kill another. But the replacement is an overeager fool who refers to himself as the Fed. He’ll risk everything to prove his worth. And he’s out for revenge. Rainer does. Her parents, her sister, her husband, her child…her blood. The werewolves took everyone she loved, and she’s vowed to never let it happen again. But when she finally opens herself up, she puts a whole new family in the werewolves’ path. She’ll risk everything to stop the wolves. Now, she’s out for revenge.

My family’s ties to a certain set of crime lords are more tangled and volatile than the wires in an IED. They’ve called on me to disarm a situation ready to explode, but in spite of all my training, I’m not sure any of us are getting out of this unscathed. That’s especially true when I find out the black-ops mission I’ve signed up for is commanded by none other than Sadie Watts, the girl who left me in the dust so many years ago I should be over it. But I’m not, and seeing her again, especially in such close quarters, is a distraction I can’t afford.

Monica should have known better than to remain in New Hope. How stupidly optimistic, how naïve, she’d been. Why did she think her life could be anything but pain and sorrow and regret? Why did she think she could just be okay with murdering her ex-husband, even if he was a blood-thirsty werewolf? Why does she think, now, that drowning her sorrows in booze is the answer?

It's 1975, and nine-year-old Talia is not happy. Everything has been different since her little sister Alex came along. Since her dad left. Since all her mother's attention has been focused on anyone and everything but Talia. It's definitely all Alex's fault. Talia hates Alex. She just wants things to be like they used to be. When her dad was home. When everyone cared about her. When there was no Alex. Then she's given a book. One that's special. One that seems only for her. One that can help her take all her anger and frustration and rage and … unleash it.

When Lex left No Hope, she had no plans to return. Never wanted to. Not after… No. She doesn’t allow herself to go there. Leave it in the rear-view, just like her hometown. Ten years down the road, the past can’t seem to stay in the past and her life is in disarray. She really needs to start getting her shit together. Then her mother is brutally murdered, and Lex finds herself on the long, desolate drive back home. Once there, Lex discovers things are worse than she thought.

In the titular Man, F*ck This House, Sabrina Haskins and her family have just moved into their dream home. At first glance, the house is perfect. But things aren’t what they seem. Sabrina is hearing odd noises, seeing strange visions. Their neighbors are odd or absent. And Sabrina’s already-fraught relationship with her son is about to be tested in a way no parent could ever imagine. Because while the Haskins family might be the newest owners of this house, they’re far from its only residents …

For almost a century, the Clutch has been confined by a small boundary. All attempts to cross it have failed miserably, with no survivors to tell their tales. Chloe and the other vampires long for the life they had before. Back when they could roam and hunt freely. Back when they had control over the wolves. Back before the wolves found that damnable Book and locked them within a few miserable square miles of rock and brush at the edge of Lake Kwanashishing.