Mercy's story continues here. Find out what she's up to with her men! Full blurb coming soon.

A new darkness is seeping into Sterling Falls, and I’ve drawn its ire. When a masked stranger declares he wants our ruin—mine, my brother’s, the whole town’s—I hope he’s bluffing.

Welcome to Latibulum Noctis… At the Whitmore estate, the infamous party is more than just an invitation—it’s a test of fate. The guests gather to play a game of hide and seek, where luck and misfortune intertwine in every shadow. When the clock strikes midnight, the true nature of Latibulum Noctis reveals itself. Consumed with a need for answers, Valeria’s mission is clear: uncover the truth behind the mysterious disappearance of her beloved, who vanished many years ago, leaving behind nothing but haunting memories of their past.

My name is Isabel Gallagher, and I have a secret. I can see ghosts. If anyone discovers my ability, everyone I care about will be killed. To keep my secret, I have to pretend to be magicless. Since mages value power above all else, I'm the town of Hawthorne Grove's favorite punching bag. I only have a year left here. Then, I can move away to a normal human town and forget that other mages exist. My five-year plan of staying alive and remaining undetected is on track. Until one night at the gym, I met them.

I think I always knew I was going to die young. Like I had this… silent, invisible clock ticking down to my final moments plastered above my head. Maybe that’s why I was so reckless, crazy. Why I sought after adventure. Why nothing scared me… Except, there was always this… feeling I couldn’t shake that something was in the darkest parts of every corner, under every bed, closet, or room, like a ghost watching me. Waiting to take me. My own, personal reaper. But it was always only during a lightning storm that I could see the outline of my reaper. No scythe.

I never intended to bond with a dragon. I definitely didn't intend to become his wife. Now I must wed the Crown Prince, a man who is as cruel as he is handsome. Yet, as soon as my dragon and I are presented to the king and queen, we are rejected. My dragon is not big enough, not good enough, and neither am I.

Never stop running. And no matter what, never let the world know who you really are. I’ve spent my whole life hiding. Training. Preparing. Hoping that no one will discover my secrets. What I can do. Who I am. And I’ve gotten so good at it, sometimes even I forget. Until them. The wolf pack with a ruthless reputation and a penchant for revenge. The protective fighter. The charming Brit. The shy hacker. The silent mercenary. The cruel assassin. They see more than anyone ever has before. And even with demons of their own, they give me sanctuary.

You want my advice? Never look a gift horse in the mouth. You don’t want to see the rotten teeth. In this case, the gift is a scholarship to attend the prestigious Neveah University. The rotten teeth? Well, they came in the form of my brand new stepbrother and his little cohort of entitled, arrogant best friends. Four dangerously handsome and stupidly wealthy men who made up their minds about me long before we met. Men who are used to getting everything they want no matter what the price.

The North American Pack was always meant to be Ember's birthright, but she grew up far away from shifter culture in a sanctuary city for monsters. Her wolf yearns to scout pack lands and socialize with other wolves, but Ember understands the risks, especially considering female shifters are nearly endangered nowadays. So, she keeps her distance, even if she has to fight her wolf at every turn... And that works until Ember's team is called in on a mysterious case for the paranormal council.

Nestled in the shadows of the Mori Forest lies The Ivy Institute. It may look like something out of a fairytale, but if the rumors are true, it’s where nightmares reign.

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?

From the moment my twin sister set her eyes on Matteo, she decided he was the one. We were just kids, but that didn’t matter to her. In her heart, she believed they were destined to be together. So when their arranged engagement was announced, no one was surprised. At least, that’s what I thought. But lately, something had felt off. Wherever I went, Matteo was there. Lurking in the dark, concealed in the shadows, always watching.

I’ve been watching her. Calculating, biding my time, planning what I’ll do to her when I finally have her. She is the exception to the rule. I don’t chase women; they fall at my feet. But for her, I’ll use everything at my command to make her mine. I want her body. I want her screams. I want her devotion. And I won’t stop until she doesn’t recognize herself without me.

She's thrust into a world of dark magic, temptation at every turn, and a threat she can't protect herself from because first-year students aren't supposed to use their magic. And when she's caught trying, she's made to wear a magic suppression necklace. Can her roommate and his friends protect her? And what if the threat hits a little closer to home?

It all started when I was six years old. I was homeless. They were held prisoner. I saved them. Even though it put me in the system. They believed we built an unbreakable bond forged by trauma. These beautiful, damaged boys saw me differently than the rest of the world. As much as I wished I could feel the same. I couldn't. These boys—men—had too much anger. Too much hate.

Reign Thorn was my best friend turned enemy. But we both know this thing between us is more than just a rivalry. I remember the exact day Reign and I ended our childhood friendship. One terrible accident, and I was to blame. That same year, everything fell apart while my friendship with Reign became a rivalry of epic proportions. He was the boy who held my hand when I lost my mom—the boy who taught me the love of the game. Then suddenly, he was gone, and in his place was a calculating, ruthless opponent, both on and off the ice.

He's not just attractive, kind, and self-aware. He's also my boss and my dead father's best friend. I had been running from my past, thinking that connecting with my family in Florida was what I needed to find myself. Instead, I'm at a funeral and being gifted shares of a company I didn't even know existed. Some office flirtation turns into longing, which turns into desperation for one another. When our tension reaches its peak, it's clear we can't hold back this attraction, and it nearly feels too good to be true—a man who's not only eager to please but willing to learn what excites me.

Total control. I need it in every aspect of my life. Some would say that makes me an asshole. A freak. But as long as everything's exactly how I want it, I'm completely flexible. I'm kidding. Okay, I'm not kidding. Lacey needs someone in her life who's bigger and scarier than her demons, and she wants that man to be me. Her boss. The Viking in a suit. I hope she understands what she's getting into. This daddy isn't going to pat her on the head and tell her she's a good girl for nothing. Especially not when she's spinning out of control.

He thought I was his—that's what his emails indicated. He thought that because our families signed on the dotted line many years ago, it was a done deal. But I ran away from that life for a reason. Little did I know, he would find me. And he wasn't going to take no for an answer. Crue wanted me to be his wife. And all I wanted was him in my bed.

I'm Candy. Excuse the name. Mom was a stripper back in her prime and I was a client gone wrong. Now stuck behind the bar, she was eager for me to join the family business. No thanks. The only circles I run in are the ones my bubblegum bubbles make. Don't worry about my teeth though, sugar-free as always. I'm not a complete psycho. Oh, except for my passive-aggressive, potty-mouthed, imaginary best friend who happens to be a gummy bear. That part is pretty nuts. I was thoroughly enjoying myself, doing whatever the hell I wanted until a group of model-worthy bikers try to muscle in on my heist.

They say bad things happen in threes. For me, however, the fourth came in the form of Club Rapture. Locked in until morning, I'm forced to face unknown truths about myself, especially the lengths I’m willing to go to for praise. The Bloodied Skulls took everything that night. Stripped me bare and left me to pick up the pieces. Abandoned. Humiliated. Thrown into the shadows where my anger festered. Since then, I seek to find them and reap my revenge. They taught me to find pleasure in my pain, yet a bitter taste of anguish is all I’m left with.

Beck Wolffbrandt is not good for me—he's not good period. He is unhinged; without abandon. His darkness calls to the depraved parts of me, relieving me of all rational thought processes. I can't help but want all the things he thinks he can't offer me. My pursuit of him quickly morphs into a dangerous game I'm not sure either of us can win. I'm willing to risk everything to show him what we could be. Including my life.

Cole Parker is my worst nightmare. He's a straight-up asshole who lives to torment me, and he'll stop at nothing to punish me over the smallest slight. When he digs up a sex tape starring—you guessed it—me, he takes bullying to a whole new level, using it to blackmail me into doing his bidding. If the video gets out, it will ruin me. But my stepbrother makes it clear that he doesn't give a damn. He drags me deep into his dark and twisted world, showing me the monster he hides beneath his handsome exterior, taking risks that put our lives in danger.

A Bratva Boss forced me into a marriage I never wanted, for a reason that I refuse to believe. There's no reason for him to even look at an ordinary girl like me. Let alone marry one. By day, Nikolai Starukhin is an art collector with an eye for beauty. By night, he's a ruthless Bratva boss whose hands deal in broken things and pain. Our paths crossed when he saved me from a creep. I thought that was where our story ended. And then I noticed what he left behind: An invitation to his art gallery. I should have said no. I should've thrown it away.

According to my best friends, five months is too long to nurse a broken heart. They're determined to push me out of my nest made of sweatpants and sadness. I need to date, they say. They have the perfect plan, they say. Maddox Graves is the star center of the Minnesota Rogues, and he's every woman's fantasy. Tall, dark, and broody, he's the guy you picture when you're home alone enjoying some self-care. And after my friends win a date with him at a charity auction, he's all mine for one night.

Violet has lived her entire life in the Mountain Realm and has been in a secret relationship with Calum, the Sovereign of her realm, which is completely forbidden. The rule is clear: Every Sovereign must marry from the royal bloodlines of the Seven Sovereigns. When Calum is sent to the Night Realm to begin his engagement to the sister of the Night Realm's Sovereign, he promises Violet he will find a way out of the engagement and make his way back to her. Violet holds onto that promise until she finds herself in the Night Realm, where she realizes everything isn't as true as she thought it was.

Trista has been on the run for years, attempting to escape a past that isn’t willing to let her go. Life taught her that she can rely only on herself for survival, and in turn, it’s made her cold, calculating, manipulative, and just a little vindictive. She knows they’re out there searching for her. She knows someone will always be right behind her, but a life spent running and hiding is exhausting. A life spent fighting and outsmarting her pursuers takes a toll.

It was an average day . . . until a gorgeous demon waltzed into my coffee shop and asked me to be his mate. I jokingly agreed, but he was serious. And now I'm mated to him. Permanently. He drinks lust to survive, so that makes me his immortal meal. If that wasn't bad enough, he's just gotten out of prison. Because I accidentally bound myself to him, I automatically take responsibility for keeping him on the right side of the law.

Life has been a relentless storm for Kavalli, each tragedy crashing over her like a wave, leaving her battered and bruised. Just when it seems like the sun might finally peek through the clouds, the unthinkable happens, and her world is shattered once again. Years later, she's learned to make peace with the wreckage of her dreams. Her life may not be what she once imagined, but she clings to the hope that those who've wronged her will one day face the consequences of their actions.

When the Monster Relations Bureau tells me I've been identified as a kraken shifter's mate, my first instinct is to run. I learned the hard way what it means to be treated like someone's possession, and I'm not about to make the same mistake twice. Only, Elias is… different. Patient and careful with me, willing to wait as long as it takes for me to let him in. The more I learn to trust him, and the more he draws me under with the dark temptation of his touch, the more the defenses I've held onto for so long start to crumble.