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For so many years of my life, I'd felt lost, unwanted, worthless. Scorned for being a bitten wolf, for being weak, different. I could have never expected to find my mates when I came to Silver Falls University. In fact, there seemed to be a lot that was unexpected when it came to SFU, from my value in society to being marked by my professor, something that still had to be explained to me.

Demons don't know how to love. Since I don't mix summoning and relationships, that's fine by me. But neither of those facts keeps us from sneaking into each other's bedrooms at night. And day. And pretty much any time not spent tracking down Em's killer. It was supposed to be a bluff. Going to them after they took everything—my apartment, my job. It was a power move. But now I'm here, living with three dangerous, powerful demons who can't decide if they want to bone me or bury me.

I'm a prisoner. A pet. A being of supreme power on a leash. Why? Because my arranged mate borrowed my power and nearly killed the House of Gold and Garnets King. Oh, he knew I was innocent. Just like his successor King Kaspian does as well. But that hasn't lessened my sentence; it's simply made my prison cell a little more comfortable. Because instead of bars, I'm stuck in one of the new kings bedrooms. And he's tasked three immensely handsome mercenaries to guard me.

Jasha Antonov is everything my mother taught me to be wary of. Sadistically hot, openly jealous, and with a past so dark, he could be a villain in a fairy tale. When our worlds come crashing together, it's not a fairy tale we create. It's wicked, raw passion, wild, dangerous temptations, and a shocking secret that could destroy us both.

A sane witch would never summon the immortal Demon Lords of Blackwood. Not if she expects to keep breathing. Everyone knows that. So imagine my surprise when, in a reckless and drunken effort to avenge my sister's death, I summon a revenge demon.

In this dark, romantic fantasy, the battle for love, power, and the very fate of Crimson Keep will test Lazarus and his companions. Who will prove to be the strongest ally in their quest to defeat the malevolent new goddess, Sanguiana? Prepare for a breathtaking journey filled with mystery, passion, and peril, where alliances are forged and broken, and the line between love and bloodlust blurs.

Lydia Anderson is an unbonded omega who left her life behind to escape a family more interested in their status than protecting their daughter from an alpha who won't take no for an answer. It took everything, but Lydia managed to break free, running as far as she could. Now she lives with her head down, avoiding attention.

Join Effie Harlow on her journey at Silver Falls University, where she begins to realize that something about her is different. This slow-burn reverse harem paranormal romance features five protective and possessive shifter mates who are bound and determined to keep Effie by their side, no matter what. To prove to her that she is so much more than anyone has ever tried to tell her she was. Will they be able to convince her of her place at Silver Falls and in their life? Or will Effie get lost in the university crowds like she did back home?

Blackwood is under siege and it's all my fault. My conscience won't let me rest until I've made sure the outcasts living here are safe. No harm will come to them because of my actions. And, since the Lords are out of commission—also my fault—they can't stop me. But it also means they can't bail me out. I have to figure this out on my own, or I'll never find closure on Em's murder. So I'll step through that portal. I'll face my fears and desires alike because Blackwood is in danger. And no one messes with my city.

Romeo: fictional, someone who can fall in love with his whole heart, without a shred of doubt. The thing about fictional characters is just that; they’re not real. That kind of love doesn’t exist outside of the pages of books. At least, that’s what I thought… Until I saw her. And it was like getting shot, like taking a led bullet straight to the heart. It hurt, burned deep in my soul. She isn’t the Juliet to my Romeo. Because she doesn’t simply come from an opposing house.

In a world where gods vie for dominion and darkness looms on the horizon, Lazarus Cross, once a mere mortal, now wields power that rivals the heavens. With each step, he defies the very gods who once held sway over him.

Bonus look at our couples between novels! Babies... Suddenly they're all anyone talks about. All we talk about. What is our plan for the future?

Did I take a risk? Hell yeah! Was it worth it? Damn right. Who says a woman can't go get her man?

Guess who showed up in my office in the middle of the night? Billionaire CEO Zachary Kintyre. No big deal. It's his building, the guy can go wherever he wants. Not newsworthy? Maybe not. Except he's naked. Stark naked. And he needs me to save his ass. That should've been it. The beginning and end of our association. Why didn't I leave it there? I swore I wouldn't succumb to his charms, but before I know it, we're spending the weekend in bed.

Goodbye, Bahamas! Hello, Chicago! For business? Nope. This is a family matter.

After an accident cut my life short, a realm keeper gave me a second chance: be resurrected as a realm guard in another world. Bold heroics and brave adventures? Occasionally; this is a peaceful realm, and outside of guard patrols I need to help protect the beautiful women in the local community. If I can keep the tavern across the street safe, clear the local mine of monsters, and track down the local potion master's missing assistant, things might just work out.

One word could kill them all. That's what I was warned about after the first accident when I killed my family's allies. My powers manifested too young. Powers I never asked for. I can connect with the realm of the dead. My medium? My voice. And so I don't talk. Ever. Not to anyone—except my sister, of course. She's the only reason I'm not utterly insane after a lifetime spent hiding. In the darkness. In silence. Under a shroud of loneliness with only the dead for company.