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I’m a demigod who was raised in hell. Now the gods say I earned the right to join them in Paradise. But an eternally peaceful existence as a goddess? Hard pass. Especially if it means I would never get to see them again. My thoughtful, merciless fae necromancer. My charmingly ferocious dragon shifter. My dreamy, unhinged Nightmare Prince. And my beautifully brutal ice elemental. These legacies are mine, and I refuse to let them go without a fight.

The Fox: They say circumstances either make or break a man—I let them do both. Never in my life did i think I’d have to become a criminal just to get by... but like I said—circumstances change you. Some for the better... some for the worse. And the best change of all may just be my...

Charlie I'm broke, I'm desperate, and I've just signed up with ExorSquada ghost-busting company that's definitely conning vulnerable people out of their life savings. But hey, minimum wage is minimum wage, even when it means spending multiple nights in a crumbling Georgian manor with my new...

Some ghosts never stop haunting you. Mine wears the face of the only boy who ever knew the real me. His blood stains my conscience, and the guilt I carry keeps everyone in my life at arm's length. I don't deserve love. I don't deserve forgiveness. After what I've done, I only deserve the darkness. Then a handsome lumberjack of a stranger walks into my dance studio. And I crave him. I need him. Not to save me, or to fix me. I need him to help me forget. Just for a little while. Samson Buckingham is the perfect distraction.

“What took you so long, my Angel?” As a scared child, amidst screams and gunpowder, I looked into the eyes of the devil. “Ojos abiertos, boca cerrada.” Finger lifted to his lips, he quelled my tears when he saw me. “Hush, little bird… Eyes open, mouth shut.” He let me live. But you see, El Diablo is not stupid. He knew one day I would come for my revenge. For years, I’ve been trapped in the cage of a stolen existence, dreaming of one thing, above all else… Sangre por sangre. Blood for blood.

This audiobook is narrated by an AI Voice. Colette, forty-one, joins the firm as the partner who audits the partners. Her first file is Lorcan, fifty, the rainmaker whose expenses nobody has dared to question in ten years. He offers to account for every dinner, hotel and flight in person. She...

This audiobook is narrated by an AI Voice. Rowena, forty, and her husband Miles take a week's cruise and find the cabin next door is joined to theirs by a door that was never locked. Petra and Anselm have cruised like this before. The door is opened a little further every night. Also by Ivy...

This audiobook is narrated by an AI Voice. Solveig, thirty-nine, relieves the winter observer at a mountain weather station and finds that the outgoing man, Tobias, forty-four, cannot leave: the pass is closed for three weeks. The station has two bunk rooms with one glass wall between them...

This audiobook is narrated by an AI Voice. Geneva, forty-five, signs up for six weeks with a personal trainer and reads the contract properly. Reid, twenty-eight, is used to being in charge of the hour. By week three she is setting the sessions, and by week six the program has nothing to do with...

This audiobook is narrated by an AI Voice. Ines, thirty-eight, takes a season's post on a lighthouse island with one other resident: Aurelio, forty-three, the keeper, whose cottage window faces hers across the rocks. There is no one else for twenty miles, the lamp turns every twelve seconds, and...

This audiobook is narrated by an AI Voice. The pass closes at four and the motel has one room left. Thora, thirty-seven, and Beckett, forty-two, have never met, split the bill, and agree on a line down the middle of the bed. The power goes at nine and the heating with it. Also by Ivy Marlow...

This audiobook is narrated by an AI Voice. Cleo, thirty-seven, has made up the spare bed every month for a year for a guest who never stays. Tonight Rosalind, thirty-four, is staying, and Cleo's husband Blaise is the one who cannot look at either of them. Also by Ivy Marlow: more explicit...

This audiobook is narrated by an AI Voice. The whole block goes down at nine and Meg, thirty-nine, is in the lobby with a bag of groceries and a man from the fourth floor she has never spoken to. Julian, thirty-six, has a lighter and no reason to use it. Also by Ivy Marlow: more explicit stories...

This audiobook is narrated by an AI Voice. A booking error leaves Verity, thirty-nine, and her boss Nathaniel, forty-seven, with one hotel room for three nights of a trade fair. The first night is professional. The second night has rules. By the third there are none left. Also by Ivy Marlow...

This audiobook is narrated by an AI Voice. The front desk gives Greer, thirty-six, a key to a room that is already occupied. Ezra, forty-two, is fresh out of the shower and does not ask her to leave. She has a flight at six in the morning and no intention of going downstairs to fix the mistake...

This audiobook is narrated by an AI Voice. Isolde, thirty-eight, commissions a set of photographs for nobody but herself. Julius, forty-five, shoots in three sessions and never touches a subject. In the third session she asks what he sees through the lens, and makes him say it out loud. Also by...

This audiobook is narrated by an AI Voice. For their fifteenth anniversary Felix gives Ingrid, forty-one, the thing she asked for once and never again: a night with Dorian, thirty-eight, in a hotel suite, with her husband in the chair by the window. Also by Ivy Marlow: more explicit stories are...

The secret is out: I’m the prophesied scourge, and according to the Legacy Council, my quintet and I must be hunted down and destroyed immediately. With the size of the bounty they’ve put on our heads, there’s no telling who we can trust. Going on the run feels cowardly, but it’s necessary. We need time to regroup so I can move on to the next step of my plan to free the humans trapped in the Nether. We also have to figure out how I’m being mysteriously bound to each of my matches.

When Stefanos breaks up with his boyfriend, he finds himself desperately in need of a place to live. His best option? The moody hockey captain's spare room. The only problem? The hockey captain doesn't seem to like him very much. Maybe if Alexei knew Stefanos was 'horror boy'—the guy he's been pining for anonymously online for the past year—he might change his mind.

Assassinating the headmaster didn’t go as planned. Now Everbound University is on a strict magical lockdown, and the Immortal Quintet has arrived to hunt down the person who killed their mage—which, ironically, isn’t me. I’m also looking for the true culprit so I can find Kenzie. Meanwhile, the four gorgeous, stubborn legacies that I’ve fought tooth and nail to resist are starting to figure me out, little by little…but I’m also starting to understand them. And the more I do, the more I wonder if the gods really did match our broken souls together perfectly.