Stuck living in the catacombs underneath what used to be NYC, I've managed to stay hidden and alive and safe-ish. But when my guardian fails to return from a supply run, I'm forced to contemplate life on the surface. Worse? Three warriors have infiltrated my home, insisting that I am the last gold dragon they've been searching for. That everything I know everything I've believed is a lie.

I'm the daughter of the Don, but my life as a mafia princess is far from a fairy-tale. Trapped in a pretty cage, my family clipped my wings so that I can fill the role all princesses are tasked: to marry a prince and secure an alliance. My mob boss father would give anything to gain an edge over the rest of the Supernatural Syndicates in New York—including me.

I refuse to spend the rest of my life with my childhood bully for a mate. I may be a cursed shifter, incapable of shifting—but I wasn't desperate. Not till the Alpha Supreme cast me out of the House of Fire and Fluorite for rejecting his son. Now I'm packless. Homeless. No longer under the protection of a House. Until the dark vampire king of Blood and Beryl turns his sights on me. In return for protection from my former House, I have to become his fake mate. I'll be a queen and a fraud. It's a treacherous lie to live—and I find myself forgetting what's real and what's not.

A god wants me dead. My ancestors stole half his soul then imprisoned him in Tartarus, thinking he'd be forgotten. That he could never return. They were wrong. The day he rips open a portal between our worlds, my life is over. As the current guardian of his cursed soul, my head is on the chopping block, but there's a snag in his plan. This dark god believes he's my fated mate. We're not, but he refuses to take no for an answer. When he kidnaps my cousin, I'm forced to make a deal. To rescue her, I have to spend six months in Tartarus. Pretending to be his mate. His queen.

When I throw myself at the mercy of the Ringmaster in No Man's Land, I'm only seeking temporary refuge. A place to hide from the corruption and death that waits for me back home. Three months. That's all I have until the protection the circus provides me expires. My bodyguards? Three shifters who look at me like they want to eat me for dinner. They want my body. My heart. And even as the attraction I feel for them is stronger than anything I've ever felt, neither of those are mine to give. Not anymore.

Welcome to the Exiled Sector, home to the most lethal Alphas on the planet. These beings don't play nice with others. They've been banished. And a plane full of Omegas just crashed-landed on their isles.

I’ve often dreamed of bumping into the three hot alphas I spent my school days crushing over. In those dreams, I’m sexy and sophisticated. The kind of omega who knocks them off their feet. Unfortunately, the day that dream becomes a reality – the day I’m reunited with Pack Hart – I’m dressed as a Christmas elf. Yep, an elf – complete with pointy ears, stripy stockings and bells on my shoes.

Juliet: It is my duty to obey, to give my body and blood to a vampire master until he no longer has use for me. There is no escape. Nowhere to run. Follow the rules or die. I don't want to die. Darius: Twenty-two years of conditioning has crafted the perfect poison-a weapon my enemies won't see coming. I'll break her, train her, and use her to take down everyone who stands in my way. She's alluring. She's perfect. And she's mine.

Welcome to Georgian England, circa 1800. Alastair Thorne is a cad and a rake. Even his mother told him so. Pity for her that he cannot bring himself to care, for he relishes his life of debauchery and licentiousness, and is content thinking of no-one but himself. Except Alastair may have just messed with the wrong fair maiden, and his life is about to be cut violently short. That is until he comes face to face with the enigmatic stranger who's been watching him from afar.

The name's Jesy Gilchrest, and I'm nobody's fairy princess. I'm a cage fighter, pack leader, and all around badass Alpha Fae. They say I've got a little impulse control problem, and they're right about that. I robbed the Vampire King's castle, and it got me thrown into Poison Penitentiary, home of the most bloodthirsty creatures in the Magical Sect. A dark secret haunts this place, clinging to the air like a disease, and in here, everything goes bump in the night. I'm not worried though. Because I may be crazy, but I'm not stupid. I got caught for a reason.

When my sister is chosen for the Monster Mate Hunt—an annual event where two women must sacrifice themselves to the orcs for the good of us all—I volunteer in her place. The orcs hunt me as I bolt through the forest. I'm captured by the gruff, growly Commander Jaus, who expects me to cook and clean, plus sleep in his quarters with him at night, despite insisting he doesn't want a mate. Then something changes, and his dark, brooding gaze turns my way . . .

My life ended the moment the X-Clan found me. Bitten. Turned. And claimed by him. My genetic markers label me as a rare Omega. But inside, I'm all female alpha. And I will not heel. Not even to the Alpha of Andorra Sector. Ander Cain promises me protection. A new world of pleasure and pain. But he wants all of me in return. Even if it means taking me by force. I'll be damned if I give up my inner fight. I spent the last 21 years battling the walking dead. These wolves won't know what hit them when I'm through.

In a world where Omegas are cherished, Alphas are revered, and Betas are forgotten I wouldn't have changed a thing. Growing up in foster care, my friends and I took care of each other. Ares, Killian, Rafe, and Nox, were my everything: my first loves, my only family, my pack. Until the same night they told me we'd be together forever, I presented as an Omega, and everything changed.

I've always been on the outside looking in. A female tech genius meeting every conceivable human need for others, yet struggling with a basic fundamental necessity—connection. My days are filled with code and algorithms, but my nights are haunted by isolation and loneliness. When I'm asked to beta test a new advanced AI system created by three brilliant and painfully good-looking colleagues, what I thought was a straightforward task quickly turns into something far more complex. They started watching me. Tracking my every move.

It’s Monsters Night, the annual event where the portals to other realms and realities open, and monsters flood the streets to search for their potential mates. And I’m one of the candidates. Why? Because I broke all the rules. I fought back against the elitist system hellbent on enslaving humankind. And f--k if I’m going to let one of these monsters claim me. Let alone three of themOrcus.

A god wants me dead. My ancestors stole half his soul then imprisoned him in Tartarus, thinking he'd be forgotten. That he could never return. They were wrong. The day he rips open a portal between our worlds, my life is over. As the current guardian of his cursed soul, my head is on the chopping block, but there's a snag in his plan. This dark god believes he's my fated mate. We're not, but he refuses to take no for an answer. When he kidnaps my cousin, I'm forced to make a deal. To rescue her, I have to spend six months in Tartarus. Pretending to be his mate. His queen.

I’ll do whatever it takes to be free of my fated mate…. As a half-wolf outcast with powers, my soul mate rejected me, and despite throwing me off a cliff, by some miracle, I survived.

Being rejected by my fated mate is the least of my problems. I’m a half-breed, a Cursed. The wolf half gets me an alpha for a fated mate...the witch half gets me killed. Or so they think. Now four Viking Alphas are all that stand between me and certain death. They need my powers to take over the Savage Sector, and they’ll hold my sisters as leverage until they get what they want from me.

I'm the daughter of the Don, but my life as a mafia princess is far from a fairy-tale. Trapped in a pretty cage, my family clipped my wings so that I can fill the role all princesses are tasked: to marry a prince and secure an alliance. My mob boss father would give anything to gain an edge over the rest of the Supernatural Syndicates in New York—including me.

Only someone strong enough to fight the darkness inside me and savage enough to stay will be able to tame my beast. The Ash pack Alphas claim I’m their fated mate and promise to help me, but these three ruthless wolf shifters are strong, powerful, and fiercely possessive. Being submissive to them might be impossible, but I can’t deny how their touch ignites a fire within me, how I burn to be with them in every way possible. But will they still want me when they find out the truth of what I really am?

I’ve fought my whole life for survival, running from an attack on my family I ended up hiding with the Ash Wolves. This one move might be my biggest mistake of all. And I’m the queen of mistakes.... I let them believe I’m broken, let them believe the lies. I let them believe anything they want...as long as it isn’t the truth. There's a monster inside me, one made of teeth and claws and terrifying need. I swallow it down, hiding under the pretense of being normal. But I'm not normal. I'm anything but.

I refuse to spend the rest of my life with my childhood bully for a mate. I may be a cursed shifter, incapable of shifting—but I wasn't desperate. Not till the Alpha Supreme cast me out of the House of Fire and Fluorite for rejecting his son. Now I'm packless. Homeless. No longer under the protection of a House. Until the dark vampire king of Blood and Beryl turns his sights on me. In return for protection from my former House, I have to become his fake mate. I'll be a queen and a fraud. It's a treacherous lie to live—and I find myself forgetting what's real and what's not.

Stuck living in the catacombs underneath what used to be NYC, I've managed to stay hidden and alive and safe-ish. But when my guardian fails to return from a supply run, I'm forced to contemplate life on the surface. Worse? Three warriors have infiltrated my home, insisting that I am the last gold dragon they've been searching for. That everything I know everything I've believed is a lie.

Cassie was never able to experience the life that many take for granted, the freedom to dictate her own journey. No, her life had been spent sheltered, protected from an inevitable fate that would come for her regardless of what anyone could do. After her medical condition goes downhill, she is left with a few years of breath in her lungs and a choice: die alone, without ever experiencing what it truly means to feel alive and free; or to find that light, that missing puzzle piece, that feeling of not feeling so alone in her final days.

"What is it like to be the secondary role in your own love story? I know." On our wedding day, my fiance betrayed me in front of the whole pack. He brought his new partner, and I became a laughing stock to everyone. Confusion and despair devoured me, but fate brought my destined mate to my side, and he rescued me from the edge of darkness again and again. He is more perfect than anyone, but he happens to be the Alpha of the opposing pack. My destiny is in the hands of my former fiance, because he is the Alpha of my pack. At the time of decisive battle between the two packs, he forces me to ...

They saved me…only to sacrifice me… To him. They call it the Rapture, when the vampire king comes. And this time, he’s come for me. Just as he’s come every 10 years for so long, no one can even remember when it all began. He’s the villain in my story; I see that right away. But when his teeth sink into my skin…something happens. Something that isn’t supposed to.

My mate isn't just any woman. She's a witch, the very thing I despise. Kirsten isn't just any witch, though. She's the descendant of the one who cursed me never to know love —and she's oblivious to her true nature. Apart from that, she has a tenacious spirit and a sharp tongue that gets under my skin. Despite her fiery nature, my wolf craves her. And I know I need her by my side for the good of my pack. Yet, earning her trust won't be a simple feat, especially when she regards me with suspicion, viewing me as the proverbial big, bad wolf.

If she could make it through her first semester without killing anyone...that'd be great. San Francisco Bay Coven has been torn apart and no one feels this more than Mika Marshall. Kenzie Kavanagh exposed her father and brother's betrayal. So Mika is starting at the University of Morgana a semester late and praying to the Fates that she'll be able to catch up and graduate with her class. But as a witch with an undeclared specialty she's trying not to bring too much attention to herself.

Rule number one of hockey team ownership: Don't sleep with the players. Growing up Oliver Benson's daughter, I've known this rule all my life. And when I unexpectedly inherit the Nashville Devils, his hockey team, all eyes are on me - waiting for me to fail.

My life hasn't been typical. All I remember is waking up in an alley when I was ten, scrounging for scraps to survive until I was taken to the Bronzeheart estate. That's where my life began, where I've lived for the past eight years with the ruling family, the Blitz Clan. It's where I found my best friend Gage, the future leader of this clan. At the time, I didn't question my good fortune because I was happy to know I wasn't alone in this world anymore. But maybe I should have. After landing a shocking invite to Dark Imaginarium Academy, I realized how much of a safe haven the estate was.