Finding out you’re the daughter of a millionaire true crime novelist isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. When I was two, I was kidnapped. Kidnapped by a loving family, sure, but still kidnapped. Now, my biological mom wants me to live with her on the opposite side of the country. Her…and my new stepdad and his jerk of a son: Parrish.

Since my parents died when I was young, I've been bounced from foster home to foster home. Some have been great. Others… not so much. My social worker, Amanda, assures me that this new home will be my final one. New house. New school. New life. Surprisingly enough, my foster parents are wonderful and my foster siblings have quickly become the family I thought I lost. And I know I'll always have my best friend and secret crush, Grayson, by my side. But everything changes when I arrive at my new school and capture the attention of the most popular guys.

Buck has been a lot of things in his life—a Marine, a firefighter, human. And now, after an unwanted bite, he's a motherloving werewolf. With wings. All he wants is to ignore the feral furball sharing his skin, but that's hard when he keeps waking up naked on a cabin roof. The cursed mutt has a mind of its own, and it insists on dragging him to one place: Camp Thunderbird. A secret summer camp for shifter kids… which is in desperate need of a camp counselor.

Once upon a time, a wondrous Kingdom flourished under the reign of its proud Fae king and his family. All was not as it seemed when poisonous schemes and utter betrayal led to the downfall of an empire. Sixteen years have since passed, the lands now lay in ruin, and crime prevails despite the will of the Council. Their mission becomes clear: produce an heir and unite the Kingdom to restore its former glory.

My name is Sia Reynolds. I’m a girl with an unsettling past, and the outlook of my future seems even bleaker. I need a job to get my life back on track so when my best friend (and only friend) Lettie suggests I work for her more than abrasive father I have little choice but to take her up on the offer. I had no idea that meant committing to a life of secrecy bathed in blood…

Rex Gunner. As bitter as he is beautiful. The owner of the largest construction company in Gingham Lakes has been burned one too many times. His wife leaving him to raise their daughter was the last blow this single dad could take. The only woman he’ll let into his heart is his little girl.

She's lived her life to a set of rules that she's certain will guarantee success. When a wrench is thrown into the framework of her steady routine, she has to work around it or... through it. As a journalism major, good reviews mean everything to her, so when nobody wants to take over the abandoned newspaper for the college football team, she takes the opportunity by the horns. Or, the helmet, I guess?

To stop a brutal mafia war, I'm forced to marry a man I left tied up in a hotel room seven years ago. Griffin Quinlan, the new head of the Irish Mafia in Lower Manhattan, is as dangerous as he is gorgeous. Brutal and calculating, he’s the last person I ever expected to see again. Seven years ago, one night of passion brought us together, but I walked away without looking back. Or untying him. Now, he’s my husband and wants revenge. Our forced marriage is meant to seal the peace between the Irish and Greek mafia families—my brothers’ idea of a truce.

He's an Oxonian, licensed therapist, and man of faith, preparing to take over the largest Pentecostal church in New York. She's an around-the-way girl from Harlem, struggling with three jobs and school to make ends meet for so many.

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.