After years of putting it off, I find myself ready for a pack. I'm not much of a social person—books and writing are my whole life—so meeting a pack organically is out of the question. So, when my best friend finds an ad for a Valentine's Day speed dating event, I take the leap and sign up. I only had hope for a date for the holidays, but I ended up leaving with a lot more.

One spoiled quarterback, a dominant billionaire, an all-pro tight end, and the best sports medicine doctor around. Together, they should make a perfect team. But the Ash pack is fumbling… until a sweet, sassy omega wanders into their biggest season ever and steals their hearts.

One minute you’re a struggling graphic designer in L.A. who's finally coming to terms with being single forever, and the next, you're flying to New York in a private jet to get engaged to your ex-boyfriend’s older brother. At least...that’s what everyone thinks. Forced to clean up his playboy image in order to protect his company, Beckham Sinclair, the city’s most eligible billionaire bachelor, wants me to be his fake fiancée and personal assistant. Now I'm spending every spare second with a man I thought I’d never see again.

Riley Thomas has made some mistakes in life. She took a few wrong turns, and has no idea what to do next. There's a blizzard bearing down on the island, and Riley is alone with two kids under the age of four. She's out of options, exhausted, and overwhelmed. An omega on her own always has to be on guard, but with her two daughters counting on her to keep them safe, there's no time for a pity party. Seeing no other choice, Riley accepts an invitation to ride out the storm with one of the locals. Little does Riley know everything is about to change.

When you've been told your whole life that something is sinful, you have two options. Avoid it like the plague, like it has the power to destroy all that is good and pure. Or become as fixated upon it as Eve was upon that apple. I'm sick of the push-pull of terror and temptation. It's tearing me apart. I just want a bite of the apple. More than a bite. I want to devour it. Have its juices spill from my lips. And by apple, I, of course, mean sex.

They didn't want me then, but it seems like the boys from my past don't want anyone else to have me either. We were always going to pack, but my teenage dreams were flipped upside down when they rejected me, leaving me bleeding and broken. I survived and found my way. Now, I'm returning home a completely different person to pack with my new alpha. First, though, I have to put an end to what the boys from my past started.

Eva Nix, glorified messenger, at your service. Sure, the ability to cross boundaries into other realms is pretty neat, but when a devil tricks me into a contract, my celestial blood suddenly becomes the greatest prize in a dangerous game. My first mission lies deep in the goblin realm, beyond the wild forests to the stone towers of the old ones, in search of Mistral. I expected him to be deadly and cunning. I did not expect him to sit me by a cozy fire to offer a contract of his own, sealed with a kiss.

Jaxon Bortsov is a beautiful devil—cruel and cold, relentless and vicious. Next in line to claim the throne of the Vysotsky Bratva, he commands with an iron fist and a heart of ice. We began with a cursed contract. One my sister was supposed to sign. But when she fell pregnant and ran, I was left to honor the deal in her place. I tried to escape, to sever the bonds of fate, only to be captured by enemies. Jaxon stole me back like a thief in the night, and now he refuses to let me go.

Being an Omega used to be the dream everyone wanted. Now it's a nightmare. Packs are a thing of the past, black market dealers kidnap Omegas off the street, and the ones that escape are little better than pawns for the government to control. So when my designation revealed itself in the worst situation possible, I ran. Or I tried to. While trying to escape, I found myself in an even worse fate at the hands of my abuser—my father. Now that he knows I'm an Omega he sees me as nothing more than a commodity, locking me away until he could legally sell me to the highest bidder.

November 12, 1944. This house holds on to souls for a lifetime. I thought I had given it to my husband when I vowed to love him until the end of time. I lied. Nothing could have prepared me for the day my phantom appeared outside my window. He was terrifying, yet hypnotizing, and I couldn’t deny my intrigue. I never intended to fall into a whirlwind romance with my stalker. Especially because he’s so much more than that. A criminal. A mobster. The man who offers me solace from the monster in Parsons Manor. There are many that haunt these halls, yet it’s only my husband I fear.