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The darkness is coming for Annwyn. Veyka Pendragon must stand with her friends spread across the realms, her mate lost to her, her heart in shreds.

The first time I saw her, I knew she was trouble—the knock-you-on-your-ass kind of trouble you spend all night praying never ends and a decade trying to forget. I told myself not to give in, but she’s a defiant little thing that needs to learn a lesson about teasing a man like me. And come Monday morning, she’s sitting across from me at our quarterly board meeting as the new director of social media for Slade Brewing, my family company. Brooklyn Dyer isn’t just a transplant from Chicago looking for the next step in her career. She’s kind of, technically…my new boss.

Mischief Motors is the most elite private car service in Las Vegas, and half-sisters Chelsie and Normandy Blake are its co-owners. They don't always see eye-to-eye on how to run the business, and they especially don't agree with Chelsie's attraction to one of their new employees—rugged mechanic Noah Thompson. He also happens to be Chelsie’s former high school crush, who embarrassingly shot her down once upon a time, and never really knew she existed.

The explosion should have killed me. Some days, I wish it had. Chronic pain keeps me up at night—when I don’t drown it in beer. I lost my partner, my career, and the only reason I had to get up in the morning. Until my brother drags me to a charity event and a sexy-as-sin reporter practically falls in my lap. We shouldn’t start anything. I’m a broken-down has been and she’s doing her damnedest to move back to Los Angeles. But when her latest scoop leads to death threats, I’ll do anything to keep her safe.

A Guardian has staked his claim upon Mirror. Artos Null aims to take everything Zora has ever held dear, but mostly he wants what's inside her. The darkness. The void. The thing nuzzled against the back of her skull that pulses with power. It's a piece of him, and he wants it back, but Zora refuses to be his pet. She will never submit to his reign—even as Estal Kingdom burns, even as he chains her to a pit, even as the anchor bond between her and Cristen is stretched impossibly thin.

Vellene Winloc fears the tyrannical blood in her veins. But her first kill has stripped her of innocence, and the more she wields her power, the less she resists its hunger. Every Winloc is destined to destroy, and she is no exception. Mogaell Winloc was never given a choice. The power of Death was forced upon her as a child, twisting her soul into something unrecognizable. Now, she fights not for conquest or revenge—but for the one thing she has never known: freedom.

Ballet is the only thing I’ve ever had, my only reprieve from my sad life after my father died and my mom turned to the streets. That’s until the night I’m attacked. I tell myself it won’t happen again, but then it does, and this time I make the ultimate mistake. I fight back. My only option is to call them: Kane and Cash Hale. From the moment I met the two terrifying, yet gorgeous, men I knew to cross their paths would mean trouble. I can’t trust the cops and I’m afraid I’ll end up in jail without their help.

In a realm starved of magic, Vellene Winloc is next in line to inherit it, but her abusive, tyrannical father will never let her have it. Surrounded by the heads of her father's conquests, she must defy years of physical and emotional abuse if she ever wants to give the rage within her a voice. Out of his mind on drugs, Eledar Lirik is one of the last of the golem in the realm. After leading his species to their deaths, he traded heroism for drowning. That is until the mysterious, masked leader of a resistance group offers him a chance to steal the source of all magic.

I have one simple rule: Don’t date professional baseball players. There are no exceptions, no workarounds. With a brother in the league, I’ve seen the good, the bad, and the downright horrifying. Those guys might seem tantalizing when they’re in uniform down on the field, hitting grand slams in front of a crowd of adoring fans, but I know better. The huge egos? The insane travel schedules? The veritable buffet of female companions? No ma’am. Professional athletes are best handled at a distance, preferably far enough away that their chiseled jawlines blur into oblivion. Enter Grant Navarro.

Madison is trying her best to escape a life of poverty. Young, innocent, and guarded. She’s finally getting ahead when she witnesses a murder outside the dance studio and finds herself in deep with a dark and dangerous criminal. Archer is smitten by Madison from the moment they meet. The protocol says to leave no witness behind but he can’t imagine hurting her. Against his best judgment he lets her go, but he can’t seem to get her out of his head. Like a stalker he follows her, making certain she doesn’t spill about what she’s seen.

Once upon a time, Emmett Mercier was the golden boy of St. John’s Boarding School. The crown prince of his father’s vast business empire, unapologetically attractive...oh, and fluent in French. At school, I kept a picture of him hidden beneath my pillow, a tiny token of my adolescent infatuation, but I might as well have been worshiping a distant demigod. He was hardly aware of my existence. I was far too young, and he was far too consequential—until one day we found ourselves alone together in the dark library and struck up a friendship...of sorts.

Witches who play with fire are bound to get burned. It's my second year at the academy, and I have to prove I'm not the villain people think I am. Now that I've joined House Spark, I've learned three things: First, I'm a fire witch who's impervious to flames. Second, my magic is nearly impossible to control. Third, everyone's scared of what I could become. Turns out every fire witch in history was corrupted by her magic, and I'm next in line if I don't figure out how to keep my flames from turning into a firestorm. Welcome to the Academy of Shadowed Magic, home of the last witch in the world.

Seven years ago, my boyfriend broke up with me over the phone. The worst part was, I never even saw it coming. At first, I figured he’d regret it and come racing back to me, begging for my forgiveness. But when that never happened, I realized that I needed to put Tyson Hunter behind me and move on with my life. Getting over a guy like him was easier said than done. Especially when I couldn’t seem to avoid his face. He was everywhere: on billboards, commercials, magazine covers, and movie posters. I guess that’s what happens when your ex is a famous actor.

In another life, she was the queen of the faeries. But now, after being reborn, Chels avoids them due to trauma at the hands of the fae.... Until the king of the faeries comes for her, claiming her as his mate. Now, she's expected to be a queen in a world she knows nothing about, alongside a king she doesn't love.

I don’t know how it happened. One moment I was standing outside the diner fumbling with my car keys, and the next a bag was placed over my head and I was put in the back of a car. Who would want to kidnap me? I’m a nobody, a good girl, just doing my best to make ends meet. Afraid for my life, I beg and plead until I come face-to-face with my captor. Ace is a brute of a man with strong hands, green eyes, and a dark smile that makes me weak in the knees. Everything about him screams DANGER. It’s all kinds of wrong to look at him and get swoony, but I can’t help it.