It’s been three months. Three months since Azalea’s worst nightmare has fled from her life. Three months of slowly healing and gathering the strength she needs to fight against him. But three months isn’t enough to feel safe from his sick obsession over her. Nothing good comes in threes. One, she becomes plagued by dreams of a boy and girl who need her help. Two, she’s closer than ever to helping her sister escape. Three, her and Chad aren’t able to be intimate as they once were, and not for a lack of trying either. But when Chad kisses her forehead and whispers sweet words in her...

If you can see this message, you can be trusted. And if you're on our side, then we need your help. Azalea has been searching for answers from the second that Florence turned her into a vampire. After watching her enemies demolish an entire country and having her life crumble before her, she’s left with more questions: Will the old witch in the woods recover her memories? Who’s the woman impersonating her? Will her heart ever mend, or will the world shatter along with it? Every question has an answer, but every answer has a cost. And if this dark war full of suspicion and secrecy has ...

Aurelia and Septima Vesta did everything together—including fleeing the only home they’d ever known to escape the dreary fate their father had arranged for them. They ran into the Howling Forest without so much as a glance behind them. But they never imagined the dangers they would face.

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.

The Cursed Academy Series is Now Complete With All Six Books! Year Four Is Now Released! Giselle Bowman never thought she'd be descended from a Greek god...or a monster. One academy prepares the lucky descendants of Greek gods for a life of power and privilege. Another must teach the descendants of mythical monsters how to serve their betters. When the Greek gods mysteriously woke twenty years ago, everyone with divine blood gained magic. Everyone dreams of that rare, sacred invite to the Olympian Academy. A small-town, awkward klutz like me has no chance of an invite. I can only hope to ...

When the enemy strikes on the eve of her wedding, Wren has no choice but to fight. Captured, she's dragged before the elvish king and given an ultimatum: death or marriage. She submits, biding her time as she plots and spies, determined to strike at the heart of the elvish royalty and take back her family's throne once more. But the more time she spends with her dangerous and achingly handsome husband, the more she finds herself wavering.

A week before Lenore Warwick's 21st birthday, she's kidnapped by the brooding and dangerous stranger with cold eyes and a lethal touch, who has been stalking her on San Francisco's fog-shrouded streets. Absolon "Solon" Stavig isn't your average criminal though. He's a centuries-old vampire who's caught between wanting to kill Lenore and wanting to save her.

I detest Fate. All vampires crave more than the rich taste of blood is their beloved, but I'm betrayed. I'm left hopeful and hopeless. Against all attempts, my heart has been poisoned against me. My belief is gone. A lie has been weaved for far too long and I fell into the web like so many others before me. I must ease the ache of time. No longer will I yearn for a fairytale. This torture comes to a stop. To find love, I follow tradition instead. A matching ceremony. And she changes all I know.

I love flowers. Being a botanist has always been my dream, but life got in the way—and, nowadays, I have a job at the flower shop near my crummy apartment. So that's something, right? Maybe it's not in the best neighborhood, but it's a bright spot in a dirty city, and at least there are usually cops around. I've noticed one in particular lately, keeping an eye on the shop.

It's been months since the day we stood above that empty grave that stunk of burnt flesh and secrets. All of us were dressed to the nines, one of us wearing a wedding dress, a day that was supposed to mark the beginning of a new adventure. It marked the bitter end of our vengeance. We have done things that have marked our souls for eternity. But before we get there, we have to go back. Back to where it all started. The place I could find in my sleep.

When 18-year-old Arianna is stolen from her family and sold into slavery, she spends months disguised as a half-breed Fae struggling against the devastations of a decade-long war. But she never expected to find herself at the mercy of her country's greatest enemy.

I’m out for revenge. He’s out to rule the world. Kirill and I are as different as day and night. We shouldn’t have been in the same frame or universe. But we meet under the strangest circumstances. He’s my superior in the military and the man who’ll introduce me to carnage.

He enters the car accompanied by a chill from the evening wind and the car rocks gently, until he’s seated behind me and the door is shut. His scent fills my lungs first and as it does, I remember that I’ve been told that smell is the sense that holds the most memory. Maybe I read it somewhere, but I’ve never known something to be truer than that fact is now.

Of all the worlds and life they created, the gods favored their children the most. But with that favor came the fear that their Legacy would one day become too powerful and overthrow them. Devram was created. A realm hidden amongst the stars. The gods gave their Legacy the best of all the worlds, and then they left, a sworn agreement to never return and to never interfere.

Once upon a time, there was a little boy. His belly full of laughter, his life full of joy. Until one day, something changed; stripped his innocence away. The hole inside making space for the devil to come and play.