In the Heights, everyone fears the Heights Crew. I wish I had the luxury. I can’t afford to run away from them, I have to run to them. Why? Because now they’re my only chance at survival. Johnny, Brawler, Oscar, Magnum—I hope we can all come together to get out of this. It’s going to take a lot more than luck to free me from the wrongs I’ve been accused of. Like relying on the one person I’d rather put a bullet in than place my life at his feet.

As a wolf, my hate towards Hunters was born from fire and blood. What's the most embarrassing thing you can do at the airport? Try accidentally stealing a sinfully gorgeous stranger's bag at the carousel—a stranger who also happens to be a dangerous bratva boss. It doesn't take him long to track me down. And from the knowing smile on his face when I open the door... I know he saw everything I packed for my best friend's bachelorette party, from the dresses to the heels to the scandalously tiny swimsuit.

Liam had everything figured out, finish school, and secure an NHL contract. It all seemed so simple until he meets Charlotte. The girl who was supposed to be just one night of fun that led to so much more. Now Liam will have to choose to follow his dreams or listen to his heart.

Staying away from my lakeside hometown was the plan, but Mom died suddenly. Dad said she suffered a stroke after she dug up one of the ancient Native American graves in our backyard. Creepy, I know. Creepier still, there was no corpse inside the old coffin, only fresh rose petals. As we made preparations for her burial, unnervingly odd and beautiful newcomers poured into my small town. A coroner with emerald eyes and black hair, much too young for the job. An arrogant blond socialite, who lived to get under my skin. And a tattooed Native man, who wasn’t supposed to be alive.

They say every love story has a beginning. If that’s the case, then mine started when I was nine years old. Jayson, Ryder, and I grew up together. We were inseparable, bound by a friendship that felt unbreakable. They were my family, my constants—my forevers.

Vengeance is not my middle name. It’s in my blood. It’s tattooed on my skin. The thing that drives me. It’s also what brings me to Rawley Heights. No one would willingly come here otherwise. But me? I don’t have a choice. Here, everyone fears the Heights Crew. They’re not just some small-town gang, they’re the real deal. Crime. Sex. Murder. Angry, self-obsessed dudes with bad attitudes. And they’re exactly who I need to get my vengeance from. I have my work cut out for me, but don’t worry, they have no idea who they’re dealing with. I’m counting on it.

Alessandro De Luca comes from a rival mafia family, and I'm supposed to hate his guts. Except that now, I'm waking up married to him. Alessandro sees me as a pawn in this arranged marriage. I mean nothing to him... So why do I still feel like he owns my heart when he claims me every night?

In high school, I hated my brother’s best friend. The fact that he was also my boyfriend’s best friend further complicated things. Angry and scowling was his default mode around me. Even before the accident—our hate was mutual. It’s been more than a decade since I’ve been home, since I’ve seen him. But my new life in Los Angeles just imploded, and I have nowhere else to go.

A dog named Slipper almost ruined my life. The uncatchable stray snuck on the patio where I was waitressing and knocked me straight into Lee Powell's lap. My fist slammed into his junk. Then I accidentally flipped his breakfast platter onto his pants. I thought it couldn't get any worse, but when I bring my brother to baseball practice, I discover his new coach is none other than Lee, owner and founder of Powell Dog Sanctuary, and he's not happy to see me.

I was born under the shadow of death, and my life since has been intricately entwined with that of the Grim Reaper. They call me the Death Whisperer. One hand fixes; the other breaks. All I have ever known is a life full of pain and suffering, because what the legends don't tell you about my power… is that there's always a price. And I'm the one who has to pay for it. My powers took my voice from me, and every day, I'm forced to experience unbearable agony. But my suffering doesn't stop the fae of our realm from using me and my gifts, regardless of the consequences.

As a single father, I often feel like the weight of the world sits on my shoulders. When my daughter’s nanny gives me her two weeks’ notice, I’m sweating bullets. Fear that my NHL season with the New England Bay Sharks could be derailed consumes me. Finding a replacement seems impossible when, suddenly, Maci McKenzie—a struggling author who’s running from some deep, dark secret in her past—steps into the picture. She needs a change of scenery to help her write, and I just need someone who isn’t a complete weirdo to watch my kid when I’m not around.

Suddenly thrust into a world of magic, I discover I'm not human, and neither are the four enigmatic men vying for my attention: the brooding vampire, the mysterious witch, the gentle giant werewolf, and the sweet one whose nature eludes me.

She's the definition of don’t even think about it. Look up off-limits in the dictionary, and not only is her name there—it’s underlined, bolded, and signed by her dad. And yet, here I am. Kissing my coach’s daughter against a wall where anyone could see us. Easily the dumbest thing I’ve ever done. Starting a fight on the ice? Sure. Taking a slapshot to the ribs and playing through it? Not my brightest moment. But this? It’s the kind of mistake that could end me. And the craziest part? I’d do it again. Because if Sophie Novak is a mistake… She’s the only one I ever want to make.

Seven years ago, a vile experience tore the two of them apart, leaving them shadows of their former selves. Ghosts to each other. A haunting. A haunting so deeply embedded that Linc now lives a reclusive life—hiding out in the Santa Monica mountains with his only friend, Ellis. A quiet existence.

Agent Bradly "Wolfe" Tucker has one case he cannot solve: six murdered women and a cold trail leading nowhere. When bodies with an eerily similar MO show up in Philadelphia, he volunteers to assist with the case. He figures he will spend a few days in Philly, hand the case off, and head back to his life in Seattle. But everything changes when he stops at a local bar, looks across the room, and sees her. Agent Leda Bailey has had a bad week. She has three dead women and no trail to follow. The clues don't add up, and nothing makes sense.