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I've been locked up in this house watching the Mirakill MC Pack since they moved in next door. Those motorcycle-riding, leather-wearing outlaw alphas who make my heart race. All their wild parties and comings and goings are pure temptation into a world of sin that I am desperate to experience.

Hey, Over here. No, look up. Yeah, I’m the one they talk about. The headmaster’s prized possession, locked away in the bell tower of the abandoned church. To most of the students I’m just a myth. An urban legend. The girl who rings the bells up in the tower, the one who talks to gargoyles. The Archbishop’s secret.

Raylee Lexington Adams is my stepsister and the one woman in the world who can make my blood boil. She’s vindictive, a lot of crazy, and absolutely stunning. I hate everything about her except for when she’s on her knees begging me to use her as my own personal toy. We’ve been playing a game of cat and mouse for far too long. We have used each other for our own sick pleasure.

Carlo Lambretti betrayed us, so now his debt will be paid in the most brutal way imaginable—with his daughter’s innocence. Once a little mafia princess, Aemelia Lambretti has fallen far. The raven-haired beauty shows up unexpectedly, waitressing at our sister’s wedding. At first, we think it’s a trap—a spy sent by her family or, worse, an assassin with vengeance in her veins. But she’s clueless about the blood spilled between our families, unaware of how her father’s betrayal led to our brother’s death. We let her go, planning to discover more about her when the wedding is over.

One, two, I'm coming for you. She's my obsession. Three, four, kneel on the floor. I want to possess her in every way. Five, six, I'm up to my old tricks. She knows me as The Portland Serial K!ll3r. Seven, eight, lay in wait. Little does she know I'm watching her. Nine, ten, never to be seen again. Welcome to your worst nightmare, Little Lamb. Who am I? Let me introduce myself. I'm Death. And I have found my Queen.

Welcome to Lionswood Prep, the world's most elite boarding school. Here, old money reigns supreme, and if you can't flaunt your weight in designer labels, you'd better get used to sitting alone. As a poor scholarship student, I know these rules better than anyone. I've perfected the art of pretending I don't envy my classmates' limitless wealth just as well as I've mastered blending into the background.

A quaint cottage in a Scottish forest seemed like the perfect place for Kinsley to start anew. But when a tragic accident leaves her isolated and dying, her new life is over before ever beginning. Until a dark, mysterious being emerges from the night gloom and offers to save her...for a price.

Being the president of the Iron Punishers MC should've been enough for Reaper. Only in the last year or so has him feeling like something is missing. When he sees his sister and her little family, he thinks he might know what that is: someone special. That someone you can always come home to at night, and who's always there for you. However, the way things are going, he's doubting whether such a person like that exists for him. That is, until he strong-arms a club brother into going to the doctor, and he sees his dream princess, Snow White, in the flesh.

Ten years ago, Adrian Ellis vowed to hunt me down and claim me like a prize, but I haven't heard a word since. Now I'm thriving in New York City—with a blossoming art career, a fearless roommate-turned-best-friend intent on pushing me out of my comfort zone, and a true golden boy who has no idea how deep my darkness runs. But just as I'm ready to move on, Adrian reappears in my city and my life. He swears he isn't here for me, but as the seams of my carefully stitched world begin to fray, all signs point back to him, and I suspect he's been pulling the strings longer than I've known.

High princess of the fae, I may be, but even that title feels out of place as I step into Moonfire Academy with a legacy as heavy as the old werewolf curse on my shoulders. Unlike my siblings, who wandered the enchanted corridors of Bedlam Academy, my battleground is here, among the remnants of werewolves turned wolf fae. And let me tell you, the alpha-beta-omega gig? Still very much a thing here. Heat clinics, too.

Fate's Choice is not just an escape, but a chance of living out my dream, seeing my music sung by them to thousands of adoring fans. But as fast as I fell for them, they made it perfectly clear that I am basically the poster child for friend-zoned. A year ago, I ran. I couldn't take it anymore. I cut contact. But now they're back, demanding the song I promised them. Furious at my betrayal. They don't know how many secrets I keep, and the clock is ticking. My father, Typhor Raines, is going to trade me the minute he finds a lucrative merger, and all my dreams will be ash.

I always said I wanted to grow up to be just like my mother—a small army of mates at my side, and more power than I know what to do with. But now that I'm facing the decision to upend everything we've worked so hard for, I'm caught at the crossroads between fate and free will.

Nothing is more important to Jesse King than his club and his daughter. He's a biker to the core. Gorgeous and lethal. Trouble at its finest. And I'm his daughter's new nanny… It's my job to take care of the one person in his life who comes before his patch. If only Jesse weren't making it so difficult. He's resistant. Infuriating. He doesn't trust anyone except for his brothers, and he fights me at every turn.

Making decisions I regret is basically a hobby. So I guess it really wasn’t that surprising when I went out on a date with an Elite. And then he tried to assault me. I might be small, but I’m strong. I fought him off...then went straight to the dean. He didn’t believe me. No one does. And now my date from hell is in revenge mode, and I somehow end up in the campus pool. Did I mention I can’t swim?

The son of the most dangerous Kingpin in Mexico. The heir to the throne. The man that individuals fear the most, next to my father. According to my father those are things that I should be proud of. I should be proud of my heritage and wear it on my back with honor. I’ll honor my heritage but I will not honor the path that is set out for me. The life that my father lives is not for me. I will do anything in my power to walk away from that life, and that apparently includes getting married in Vegas after a night of drinking.

What do you do when the killers come out to play? When it's hunt or be hunted? You sharpen your knives and prepare to get bloody because nobody does it better than a woman scorned with something to prove. Welcome to the 23rd annual serial killer war games, where the adrenaline runs high, the blood is fresh, and the revenge is best served cold.

Welcome back to your darkest nightmare. I am Death, and they've stripped away my mask of mercy. My little lamb, I will paint the streets red until you're safe in my arms again.

Most people think I’m a moron. In actuality, I’m a man with a plan. It’s one of those three-year plans that takes longer than three years. Still, I’ve been making it happen. Checking off those to-dos and turning them into to-dones. Everything is almost lined up. And then my phone rings. By the time I get to Jess, she’s unconscious and bleeding. My carefully crafted plan blows up in my face. I tell the hospital we’re engaged. We aren’t, but apparently, in that place, you need a permission slip to see your most important, so I do what has to be done.

After the dramatic events of Bedlam Academy, Rose and her mates are looking forward to a new semester all together under one roof. However, their lives are once again thrown into chaos when Dean Fallgren, the head of Bedlam Academy, goes missing, though her threats continue. In her place, an enigmatic new dean takes over and introduces a prestigious competition called the Arcane Scholar.

Ghost lied to his club to protect me, putting a target on both our backs. Trouble is… I didn't know I needed saving. Or that I was still being haunted by my past. Now, my loyalty to the Twisted Kings is in question, and the only man who can protect me is a tall, tattooed biker with a taste for revenge and a vow of abstinence.