When twenty-five-year-old Maya Ibrahim goes to the cemetery on the anniversary of her accident, it's not so she can pay her respects to the dead girl who saved her life—it's so she can finally take back the future she was robbed of ten years ago.

I have one simple rule: no boyfriends until graduation. I'm too close to my goal of landing a full ride to college to get distracted now. Besides, I blend in better at the skate park than I do in the hallowed halls of Savage Academy, a boarding school for the rich and overprivileged, so staying away from guys hasn't been a problem. Until him.

By night, they fight in a dangerous game of cat-and-mouse. By day, they are friendly next-door neighbors. Neither of them know that their alter egos are archenemies. I’ve spent my life training in the family business of slaying vampires, but I’m tired of all the death. I want to prove we slayers can help society, not just break it. I start my new life by joining the Magiford supernatural task force, which exists to protect humans and supernaturals from harmful magic.

My life in Chicago was perfect. I had a great boyfriend, a great job, and an amazing apartment. Then it all went to shit and the city turned its back on me. Going home was my only option. Now the man that invaded my fantasies but avoided me for years is my new boss.

For two years, the War Between the States rages on. Just like so many women around her, Ella Coburg says goodbye to her childhood sweetheart, Robert. She believes all that is left for her is to marry Ethan Harris, the most eligible bachelor in York, Pennsylvania. But when the war comes knocking on her door, in the form of a tired soldier with news Robert is dying, she finds her escape—right into the aftermath of the Battle of Gettysburg and into the arms of Lieutenant John Mathis.

I was fifteen when the Death King came for us. With a mighty black dragon and the ability to command the dead, he raised an army of our fallen soldiers to fight for him—and conquered us in the night. My father, King Laurier of Scorpion Valley, couldn’t stop him. I tried to flee but came face to face with the man in black armor, the man who looked more like a god than a human. Instead of killing me, he chose to show me mercy… but it didn’t feel like mercy. Not when the next ten years of my life are spent as a slave in the Arid Sands, digging for Black Diamonds from sunrise to sunset.

White wolf Devlin Moore has spent nearly the last century following his destiny: hunting rogue werewolves. His fate is to be the only one of his kind-hardened, feared, and brutally ruthless. Only now, Devlin's not alone. There are two others. And if that wasn't unsettling enough, Devlin is drawn to New York City for what appears to be a human . . .

Arrow Nez is all about that pack life. If it's not about the pack or his business, it's not about him. He's put in a lot of work to prove himself to his pack and his adopted father after an indiscretion that was punishable by death. Childhood trauma has broken him to the point of feeling incapable of loving and being loved. When a beautiful stranger stumbles onto tribal land there are more questions than answers. Who is she? Where has she come from? The most important question is, will she be the iron needed to mend a broken Arrow?

The first time I saw him, I knew I'd never want another man the way I wanted him. The second time, I drank a bottle of his most expensive cognac, which I'd never be able to afford on my own. And the third time… well, he caught me stealing from him. Stealing from the head of the Irish Mafia wasn't smart. But then I never claimed to be. Now I owed him a debt… a big one. And it couldn't be settled with money, or favors.

I caught her staring at me from across the quad, eyes fixed on the football jersey stretched across my wide chest. And if I flexed my muscles, showing off the strength of a defensive tackle, it was just to see her blush. And then she did, and I couldn’t get her out of my mind. Her wide eyes. The freckles on her cheeks. I needed to know her. The girl who scampered away every time we bumped into each other—by accident and by design.