“Judas?” Morwenna called my name. The sound of it on her lips almost made me moan with desire. Something inside me stirred. Something primal and hungry, and I wasn’t the only one who felt it either. Bond and Nero felt it too. They were my Wolves...my pack, my best friends, and yet when I was with her...I didn’t feel like sharing.

Welcome to the Nightworld Academy, attended by vampires, shifters, and witches. A place filled with harmony and mutual respect between the supernatural races. Sometimes. I'm told my curse is a gift. A valuable one that could cost me my life...I thought I had the academy figured out: the mean girl, the quirky friend, the nerd, the emo, and the jock. But on the evening I swear allegiance to my new school house, everything spins out of control and I realize I’m dealing with more. Much more. One of us will die, and I know who.

In a world where dark faeries have stepped in to save the planet from humanity's mistakes, 17-year-old December Thorne is nothing but a shadow. Shunned by her peers, bullied at school, and paid a little too much attention by her sleazy foster father, she lives in constant fear and perpetual solitude. Until the day everything changes. Offered a scholarship to the prestigious Oberon Academy, December finds herself living in a whole new world.

Who murdered Lorna, and who framed Andrei? Proving his innocence may be harder and more dangerous than we imagined, but I'm determined to clear Andrei's name. But helping Andrei isn't our only problem. First, I discover my relationship with Jamie is more complicated than we both realized, and that he has a more significant role to play in my life. But I've seen his death again, and this time, I know where he dies.

I got her fired. Okay, so I’d had a bad day and took it out on a bystander in a pizza shop. But there’s nothing innocent about Ally Morales. She proves that her first day of her new job in my office, after being hired by my mother. So, maybe, her colorful, annoying, inexplicably alluring personality brightens up the magazine’s offices that have felt like a prison for the past year. Maybe, I like that she argues with me in front of the editorial staff. And maybe, my after-hours fantasies are haunted by those brown eyes and that sharp tongue.