I never dreamed I'd be a sorority girl, but from the moment I arrived at my mother's alma mater, the sisters of TZE have welcomed me with open arms. Unfortunately, Kingston University has hidden monsters of its own. I thought I'd be safe here, but I'm not. My past has found me, and it intends to chase me down. These brutal boys of SIN have a singular focus—making my life a living hell. I don't deserve the hate they're doling out or the games they're playing with my head. One savage hunter. One unhinged stalker. One brutal fighter. Royal. Beckham. Wilder.

A year ago, my best friend received an exclusive invitation to join an elite brotherhood at Kingston University. He went into Hawthorne Hall for his initiation—but never came out. I intend to find out why. The brotherhood would never knowingly invite a female into their ranks. So what if I forged my father's signature on the recommendation? With a name like Elliot Ashford, they'll never see me coming. I'll endure whatever hell these brutal brothers put me through because I have no intention of backing down or bowing out gracefully. It won't be pretty.

They say you can never go back… ‘Course, I never wanted to return. It took me years to age out. Once I made it, I took off and never turned around. Trust me, there were only three reasons I managed to survive there as long as I did and they abandoned me as soon as they were able. I’d like to say I didn’t blame them, but that would be a lie. I had zero desire to return. Yet here I was, on the road to Northland chasing a story cause my editor told me kids were disappearing… again.

After Dad cut me off, it was time to start over, far away from my past. New city. New university. New life. A whole new me. Too bad they seem hellbent on ruining my plans. The Kings of Kilborn have set their sights on me, threatening to ruin everything I've built for myself. Kaleb is the broken prince, drowning himself in booze and women to fill the dark void within. Hardin is his quietly menacing older brother, with an intense stare that follows me wherever I go. Despised. Desired. Stalked. I try to hate them, but their unyielding attention and rough touches make me feel so alive.

The Lords own me, and they are never going to let me go. At least, that’s what they tell me. Lord Alaric Cross. Lord Gideon St. Claire. Lord Sterling Beauchamp. Lord Theodore Wolf. Four brooding men who make my worst nightmares seem tame. To the public, they are titled aristocrats with royal lineage. In secret, they make up the Lords of Darkness—an ancient order that rules the underbelly of England with a lethal, iron fist, leaving skeletons in their wake. And as fate would have it, my father was the fifth Lord of Darkness. His sudden death means I am now a Lady of Darkness.

The Saviors. We're a myth in the criminal underworld. Our name runs fear through even the most hardened criminal. Don't let the name fool you. We aren't the good guys. We lie, steal, cheat, and kill. I keep my most trusted by my side, and we're unbreakable. Until my vendetta against my father brought me back to my hometown, Forest Grove. It will test our bond like never before when they set their sights on the girl my best friend, Cole, and I loved growing up.

I'm the new girl on a scholarship at Crestmont University. I thought I had enough to deal with just keeping my grades up. But then I stumble into the orbit of the Crowned Syndicate, and suddenly, grades are the least of my worries. Callum Wakefield: the leader, enigmatic and seductive. Quentin Ravenscroft: Calum's twin—dark and brooding, suffering a world of pain. Thayer Pierce: the thief who hides a dark side that thrills me. Harrison Bennett: the hotel heir who covers his darkness behind a winning smile.

I hoped for a second chance at Darkwood University, only to have my dream ripped away the first time I kissed one of the handsome bastards. They know who I am. And they're determined to make me pay. They should have thought twice about who they were playing with, because I am the Demon’s Daughter. And just because they have the power, the connections, the faces and bodies of gods…. Do they really think they’ll win?

The Elite Kings Club left a trail of fear behind every person who whispered their names throughout the centuries that they'd existed. They were the product of every nightmare you were told as a child, only now, they don't go bump in the night. They race modified cars, throw parties to conceal their morbid games, and leave behind the kind of chaos that can never be tamed. They were from an ancient bloodline of the three Founding Fathers, and it was almost time for them to plunge deeper into the depths of hell.

Killian, Tristian, and Rath. These three men are a part of my past - one that I'd rather never look in the eye again. In high school, they knew my secrets and I knew theirs. They had power and I had nothing. The night everything fell apart, my stepbrother allowed his two best friends to take their rage out on me while he watched. While they laughed.

Edgewood Elite rule this town, but that doesn’t mean they can rule me. After my dad goes missing, my family falls apart. News of an inheritance from a long-lost relative gives us the restart we need. At least, that’s what I think until we get there. Edgewood Academy is ruled by the town’s four heirs. Wes, broody and stuck up, wants me run out of town. He never misses an opportunity to tell me he thinks I’m trash and don’t belong. Wyatt, the jokester who wants to possess me, doesn’t take no for an answer. From day one, he told me I would be theirs.

I never wanted to come back to Greythorn, MA. And I never thought I’d see Silas Huxley, Damon Brooks, or Jude Vanderbilt again—especially not after what happened. But here they are, in all of their grown, badass glory—brutal, tatted, muscular, and no longer the boys I knew at Ravenwood Academy—the boys I bullied relentlessly.

I wasn’t supposed to be at Olympus that night. And I definitely wasn’t supposed to witness a murder - or be caught by the killers. Hades, Apollo, and Ares run the mysterious masked fight club, and they wield more power in this town than I could dream of holding. They destroy my life with one decree: Kora Sinclair doesn’t exist. Sterling Falls was my chance to start over, but one night derails everything. My scholarship, my job - gone. I could run home, but giving up my dreams isn’t an option. Desperate times call for desperate measures.

I have witnessed the darkest parts of this world and endured countless struggles in a life riddled with sin. I walk among the demons that haunt our town, all in the name of survival. Being an Ice Reaper was not a choice but the only way to outlast my fate. Until karma blew through the front door, and I was claimed by the enemy. As the remnants of my former life fade away, I'll do whatever it takes to keep my secret hidden, using the only thing I have at my disposal… my body.

I shouldn't be here. Let me rephrase that... I never wanted to be here. I didn't ask for any of this. Not the society I was born into. Definitely not the academy I'm supposed to attend. And sure as hell not the group I'm forced to play nice with. Unfortunately, one too many school suspensions has catapulted me into the world I swore I'd never live in. Boulder Cove Academy: Where The Lawless reign and those beneath them are ash between their fingertips.

I never dreamed I'd be a sorority girl, but from the moment I arrived at my mother's alma mater, the sisters of TZE have welcomed me with open arms. Unfortunately, Kingston University has hidden monsters of its own. I thought I'd be safe here, but I'm not. My past has found me, and it intends to chase me down. These brutal boys of SIN have a singular focus—making my life a living hell. I don't deserve the hate they're doling out or the games they're playing with my head. One savage hunter. One unhinged stalker. One brutal fighter. Royal. Beckham. Wilder.

A year ago, my best friend received an exclusive invitation to join an elite brotherhood at Kingston University. He went into Hawthorne Hall for his initiation—but never came out. I intend to find out why. The brotherhood would never knowingly invite a female into their ranks. So what if I forged my father's signature on the recommendation? With a name like Elliot Ashford, they'll never see me coming. I'll endure whatever hell these brutal brothers put me through because I have no intention of backing down or bowing out gracefully. It won't be pretty.

Victor. Torsten. Cassius – the jock, the artist, the stepbrother. The Poison Ivy Club. Ruthless. Connected. Violent. Untouchable. They rule Stonehurst Prep with an iron fist. If you want Harvard, Princeton, or Yale, they’ll get you in. Guaranteed. But they’ll take their pound of flesh first. A deal’s a deal – you give them whatever they want, and they’ll make your dreams come true.

I have sinful thoughts about one of my students. Every night. I picture her in my bed. In my shower. Underneath me. Right up against the chalkboard. I'm especially fond of that one. In my defense, I know her thoughts are as sinful as mine. She's begging me with her beautiful blue eyes. She's daring me to cross the line. No, I'm not a good man. And I'm done pretending to be. I know exactly what I'm going to do to her as soon as she walks into my office hours.

After Dad cut me off, it was time to start over, far away from my past. New city. New university. New life. A whole new me. Too bad they seem hellbent on ruining my plans. The Kings of Kilborn have set their sights on me, threatening to ruin everything I've built for myself. Kaleb is the broken prince, drowning himself in booze and women to fill the dark void within. Hardin is his quietly menacing older brother, with an intense stare that follows me wherever I go. Despised. Desired. Stalked. I try to hate them, but their unyielding attention and rough touches make me feel so alive.

Wilder Cromwell is pure temptation in a delicious package. Gorgeous. Smart. Athletic. He's also my student. The minute I saw him, I should have known better. But falling for him was as inevitable as breathing. He's more than just a face in my class. He's the man who came to my rescue on one of my darkest nights. Wilder has become a safe haven against my husband's monstrous brutality. Being with him is an escape from the cage my life has become. With him, I'm adored, and I'm safe—two feelings I've never felt before. But one mistake on one unforgettable night changes the course of my fate.

Everything about him spelled trouble, and I loved him even more for it. A coal miner’s son, Kellan Braddock always knew he’d follow in his late dad’s steel toed boots. He also always knew that he’d never love anyone as much he loved Rylan Merritt. But sometimes love isn't enough. Seven years ago, Rylan Merritt left Bluefield Ridge with her heart in tatters. Now she’s back. And Kellan Braddock, the boy from the wrong side of the tracks, the boy who she loved beyond anything has grown into a man.

Alexi: I need out of my pack, out of a life that seems doomed from the start. But when a man who punishes wolves for a living comes for me, there's no escape. Not for either of us. Lucian is everything I shouldn't want. His darkness is everything I crave. He gives me pain and pleasure and I can't help but want more of him. But the world isn't kind and I shouldn't expect anything less from him. But as I find myself drawn into his world, and his bed, I can't help but to want a place in it. A place by his side, where I can share in his darkness. Where my own demons can be let free. Lucian: I ...

Rani Shah is everything I can't have—too young, too sweet, too innocent. Not to mention, she's my late wife's sister and my son's nanny. So when she asked me to kiss her, I should have refused. When she begged me to touch her, I could have turned her down. When she coaxed me to take the one thing she's never given away—her virginity—a better man would have walked away. Should have, could have, would have... But I didn't.

They say you can never go back… ‘Course, I never wanted to return. It took me years to age out. Once I made it, I took off and never turned around. Trust me, there were only three reasons I managed to survive there as long as I did and they abandoned me as soon as they were able. I’d like to say I didn’t blame them, but that would be a lie. I had zero desire to return. Yet here I was, on the road to Northland chasing a story cause my editor told me kids were disappearing… again.

Maverick Crawford knew that Molly Mackenzie was off limits. She was too young for him . . . and a Silver Saints MC princess. Her protective father was their president, so starting anything with Molly would cause trouble between their clubs.

I knew him only as Van Gogh. A tortured artist who owned the night as he moved through the shadows, cloaked in hate and madness. He was a vicious vigilante—a serial arsonist who thrived on the fear he triggered with a single match between his tattooed knuckles. We were told to lock our doors and stay inside. I wanted to. I really did. But then I saw his eyes, burning like embers as he watched me through the smoke. And like the flames at his feet, I delighted in his attention. I became his muse. His passion. His obsession. His perfectly flawed flower. But that was years ago.

In the opulent British Ambassador's residence, nestled near Washington DC, an unexpected encounter awaits that will rock everything I thought I knew and change the course of my life. At my new school I meet the enigmatic Tainted Saints—three mesmerising men who become the protectors I never knew I needed.

I hated the gangs that ruled my city. After my friend was killed and my father vanished, I had no choice but to infiltrate one to figure out why. Entering their infamous club quickly showed me I was in over my head. Then the most feared gang leader took an interest in me. Arran was corrupt, deadly, and his searing gaze both terrified and tempted me. In my search for answers, I stumbled into his dark and dangerous game. The result? I belonged to him, with no chance of escape. In a heartbeat, I became Arran’s obsession. And in a terrible twist, I think he’s becoming mine.

The first time Ryder James broke my heart, I was fifteen and fearless. The second time he broke my heart, I was eighteen and jaded. Both times, I fell for him effortlessly. Falling is easy. Our landings are hard. Painful. We were a sad song with a slow melody. Flowers with paper petals. Hidden letters with visible tears. A beautiful tragedy. Except tragedies have endings. Our story just . . . stopped. Seven years later, I still have more questions than answers. Questions I'm too proud to ask after almost a decade of silence.