Cricket Wakefield had a bright future. A life filled with love and dreams of dance. A future that was shattered the night she was brutally murdered. But the dead don’t always stay dead. And the living moves on without them. A year later, Cricket is awoken by a necromancer’s magic with no choice but to join the woman’s carnival, to hone her newfound skills amongst others like herself. When the Carnival arrives at her old town, Cricket learns that more victims have been discovered. Victims decorated with black dahlias just as she had been.

Trapped in an upside-down castle, Georgia is met at every turn by a creature as cruel and vicious as his vampire kin. Valen, the cursed lord of the manor, is the monstrous minotaur lurking at the center of Georgia’s maze. He stalks her steps, his gaze forever on her as she desperately searches for escape. He wants her memories, memories that are just as lost to her as she is to the outside world.

Our ravens still haven't met, but in my heart, I already know she's meant to be mine. Stubbornly, she refuses to let that happen. She claims it won't matter anyway because our families would never allow it. We come from separate classes, but this is the twenty-first century, and I don't care. The road won't be easy, but if she is truly my one true mate, nothing will stop me from claiming her.

Three sexy-but-psycho monsters. The witch they're determined to protect. And a high-stakes heist about to go very wrong… I've made some pretty questionable choices in my life, but summoning the dark goddess to save my sisters? That was just plain stupid. Now I’m in her debt, and goddesses don’t exactly do payment plans. She wants the blood of the dark fae warlord of Midnight, a realm of exiles where the sun never rises and torture is a competitive sport. It’s a death trap only three men have ever escaped—my newly appointed escorts.

Six years ago strangers broke into my house while I was home alone. I hid, but one of them found me. I expected death, but he spared me. I thought it was over … except for the nightmares. But he was only waiting for me to ripen to his taste. I’m not the first girl he’s taken to sate his dark hunger, but I will be the last.