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.

When trouble lands her at my feet, I take the opportunity to have what I truly want. I offer her a deal. I’ll help her, but the cost will be one night in my bed. One night of submission.

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.

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.

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.

Temptation. It’s a powerful thing. It possesses you. Corrupts you. Turns a pure soul into a reckless beast. Once it has you in its clutches, you can’t escape it. It won’t let go, not until it perverts everything innocent. The day she walked into my life, I should have known I’d never be the same again. Her secrets lured me in, enticed me with truths that would be my ultimate ruin. I had a war to win. Battles to fight. But her scent turned me into a crazed hunter, manipulating me down a different path of destruction. In the end, she will be my downfall.

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.

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.

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.

Max King has lived in northern Maine all his life. And if there’s one thing he’s learned living in his close-knit community, it’s that they look out for one another. With a life-threatening winter storm approaching, it’s no surprise Max is concerned for the residents of his beloved small town. But it’s his new neighbor that really has him worried. With the power out and temperatures plummeting, Max does what any good neighbor would do. He offers her a place to stay.

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.

Malakai Farrow needed a wife, and I would have done anything to save the last piece of my family. Now I'm here, in his house, seeing firsthand how dangerous this man is. He's merciless, brutal, and cold. And my new husband. He tossed my life into the air and then watched it fall and shatter. So now, I'm going to make his life hell. Playing with fire has never been this much fun. And if I get burned in the process? Well, I'll be sure to take him down with me.

Shea-Lynne O’Rourke is no innocent princess. But she is off-limits. Older. Strong-Willed. Mouthy AF. That doesn’t stop me from wanting to possess this feisty Irish Rose and make the only woman I can’t have mine. She's my last bodyguard gig before I take my place in Quinlan Empire. I'm riddled with scars and past sins, too filthy for an angel. Who surprises me with a savage taste for the forbidden.

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.