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Of all the guys to walk in looking for a tutor, did it have to be Foster Kane? I’ve avoided him like the plague since our one night together freshman year turned into the world’s most humiliating disaster—followed by the worst year of my life. It wasn’t hard. I’m practically invisible on campus, while he’s the golden boy of the hockey team—popular, charming, and constantly surrounded by adoring fans. But avoiding him stops being an option when I’m assigned to be his math tutor. Now I’m stuck spending hours each week with the guy who once made me feel like nothing…

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.

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.

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.

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.

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?

Being the first female Formula 1 driver in the sport's history is like being struck by lightning. Powerful, electrifying, and dangerous. Don't get me wrong, it's incredible. Plenty of racing fans are celebrating. Plenty more are enraged, hoping I either quit or crash. They can hope all they want. I'll never quit. But there's more than Formula 1 fans to worry about. Like shaking hands with my Team Principal for the first time and his scent turning my entire world upside down. Like the rest of his pack—including the current Formula 1 champion—matching with me too.

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.

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.

Inheriting the Everhart Inn was never part of my plan, but here I am—back in Twilight Harbor, staring down the past I ran from. And the first people I run into… Ethan was my first love. My biggest mistake. He's bigger, broodier, and even more gorgeous than I remember. Tyler is the reformed bad boy with a cocky grin and hands that can fix everything. And Brodie is the man who unravels me with a single look—and everything an Omega dreams of.

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.

I’m sure you’re wondering how a person falls in love with their stalker. So am I.

I stole from the Twisted Kings, and now I'm at the mercy of Jameson Steel. It's not like I planned any of this... In the same way, I didn't plan on being the only parent to my four-year-old brother. But one night, everything went sideways, and now Jameson is my only chance at getting out of this mess. He doesn't trust me, but he needs me to get back at the man who sent me to his clubhouse. His protection for my cooperation. As long as my brother is safe, it's a deal I can't refuse. But living with the enemy is dangerous. Jameson's vengeance is prolific.

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.

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.

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.

She's thrust into a world of dark magic, temptation at every turn, and a threat she can't protect herself from because first-year students aren't supposed to use their magic. And when she's caught trying, she's made to wear a magic suppression necklace. Can her roommate and his friends protect her? And what if the threat hits a little closer to home?

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.

My whole life, there was never a place I called my home. Because home wasn't a place to me; it was a person. Three people, to be exact. Everett, Griffin, and Zane. Three boys who always protected me against the harsh reality of our world. That is, until they aged out of the system before me. All the promises that were made were then broken. They left me behind and made a name for themselves as rock stars and never looked back. The next few years left me broken and closed off until it was my turn to leave. I had nothing and nowhere to go. That was until I found High Roller omegas.

Rage and bloodlust have been the only things fueling my soul for the last one hundred years. Revenge has been the only thing holding my sanity together. Until his shadows curl around my throat and all I can think about is his revenge. I don't want to be loved, but he doesn't know the meaning of the word no.