I run into Salvation on the sidewalk—literally. All six-foot-five dark, imposing inches of him. His scent makes me forget all the reasons I've sworn off Alphas and the rest of his pack smells just as sinful. They want to help me. Save me. Make me theirs. Fate may have brought us together, but the past has taught me that dreams are just illusions. My old pack will never let me go, and they're dangerous. So dangerous I should keep on running to keep these new, tempting men safe.

I had a stalker. Three of them, actually. They'd been watching me from the shadows for years. And when the time was right, they seduced me with lies. Lured me into thinking they were good men. They aren't. Good men wouldn't have blackmailed me into being their captive. But they have, and they'll do anything to get revenge against my family, even if it destroys me. What they don't realize is that I know the truth. They're obsessed with me. Want to claim me. Own me—body and soul. Most of all, I see them. Damien's cruelty, Rome's anger, the pain behind Liam's scars…they call to me.

One mistake can ruin your life. I learned that at fifteen when my hormones got the best of me and I was landed with an unwanted pregnancy. My parents decided to punish me and forced me out of the sport I love to raise my child and provide for my newly forced-upon-us-both marriage. One mistake can cost a life. My life. If not for my best friend who rescued me and my daughter, I'd have ended it all.

A brutal attack. An unexpected bond. How far will they go to protect each other when they have everything to lose?

Delilah has always played it safe. Not that it was her choice. Her father, a formidable figure and power-hungry businessman, always seems to cast a long shadow over her decisions. No matter what she does, Delilah can never seem to escape her father's control. When Delilah's best friend Cora drags her out of her house to attend a costume party, she doesn't plan for what will happen next. Always the responsible one of the duo, Delilah spent her entire life living up to her father's name and keeping his business under the radar.

No one knows Freya is actually the daughter of the Cross-Cut Killer, America's most notorious serial killer. Living under a false identity as a detective is isolating but at least Freya's safe. That is until she falls onto the radar of Special Agent River Park and his team. River, Oz, Elijah, and Jude have been chasing the Cross-Cut Killer for years. They're the best the FBI has to offer, not to mention unfairly attractive. They know exactly who the killer is but he's always one step ahead of them. Freya is about to change that.

Ever have someone get you so well that it's like looking in a mirror? That's what I think of when I look at Liam. I might as well be looking at myself from a few months ago. Broken and jaded. But I've come out the other side, mostly, and I'm finally in a good place. I figure if I did it, so can he. So, I make it my mission to befriend him. Predictably, he doesn't make it easy. But I'm persistent. And then he suffers a minor accident. One that results in me having to give him a helping hand in ways I never expected. Ways that make me think I may not be as broken as I thought.

What could possibly be the most infuriating thing to a vampire disgusted by the internet? A twenty-six-year-old social media influencer who just ran out on her cheating ex-fiancé and insists on staying in Vlad's quiet castle. But he needs money to repair his ancestral home, and Aubrey needs a place to lick her wounds after getting her heart broken. He is ready to have humans invading his space. He is not, however, ready for her.

A bride needs to be chosen for the human King. Girls are dragged from their homes by their hair. Homes and belongings, destroyed—all in search of an unwilling bride. I'll be executed for treason if I refuse. But I'm saved by a dragon rider. The deadly Fae King. The fae are supposed to be deadly, lethal, and vicious. But the human lands are barren and cruel—not much is different between the two lands. But something sinister is stirring in the human lands.

Moving to Wyoming wasn't part of my five-year plan. Of course, neither was finding out my husband had a mistress. Or becoming a widow before the divorce was finalized. Really, nothing in the last six months has been anything less than a mess. Desperate for a fresh start, I pack up my life and move to the one place I've ever felt myself: Creek Falls. And it works, too, when I manage the statistically impossible feat of finding my scent matches.

The last time I spoke was eight years ago when my best friend tried to kill me. I never dreamed my silence would break with a scream. Being sent to Chapel Crest after my new stepfather deemed me a heathen seemed like a blessing compared to staying with him and my mom. I was a mute demon in his eyes, and when the rod didn’t beat the evil out of me, he prayed Chapel Crest could. I envisioned the religious academy would become my sanctuary. I was wrong. So very wrong. Chapel Crest was an asylum moonlighting as a religious school.

I’m a monster DNA experiment and she’s everything my beasts want. I escape the hell that tortured me for months. I’m turned into something so dangerous and brutal; I don’t recognize myself. And when I feel a pull in my chest, I follow it not understanding why. I see her and possession takes over. Her beauty is addiction. And her smell? God…her scent….mmm… It drives me insane.

Men tremble at the sound of their names while women run, their lives flashing before their eyes. They’re the monsters under your bed, the boogeymen in your closet. Every living soul fears them. They’re relentless and they’re coming to play. They’re the sons of the most notorious mafia boss, the leader of the DeAngelis Family, and they’ve just set their twisted sights on me. They stalked me through my apartment, haunted my hallways, and crippled me with fear. They led me straight into their trap and captured me as though they had every right.

They tricked me into a dark and unholy union. Three bastards in witch hats, leather pants, and iron masks. These supernatural stalkers have claimed me for their coven. They won't go away. These assholes will. not. leave. All because I fell for an urban legend: touch the Witch's Tree on a moonless night and discover magic. Wholesome magic like: kinky rituals, blood sacrifice, and jizz potions. Oh, and a forest god who eats people—while they're still alive and screaming. Send help, and I'll send cupcakes.

Welcome to the Lilydale Foundation Center... home of second chances. At least, that's what they tell us it is. It's basically a glorified prison and asylum for the deranged with good alibis. When the police pulled me out of my burning home, along with what was left of my Father, I was deemed broken — even if I was the reason the fire started. So, here I am at my new home. They think they can save us with their fancy facility. But what insane person decided it was a good idea to put a bunch of young, unhinged people together?