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I knew better than to go to that party. I would have been much happier curled up at home eating Halloween candy by myself, but I had Mom’s voice in my head telling me to make an effort now that I was in college, to put myself out there and socialize. If I’d stayed home, I wouldn’t have met him.

They called me trash. They called me whore. They called me so much worse. They told me I didn’t belong in their world, and you know what? Maybe they were right. But I can’t just let this go. I’m still a Hildebrand, after all, and I’ve only just begun to scratch the surface of what that legacy means. There are secrets buried in Roseland, and I’m determined to dig them up. To make the princes pay for what they did. Trying to exact vengeance from hundreds of miles away isn’t easy, though, until a mysterious ally offers help that could change everything.

Tarnishing our family name by being a powerless angel… that's the legacy I'll leave behind. After years of failed placement tests, and with the time limit to find my magic breathing down my neck, I've come to accept my fate. When the clock ticks zero, I'll have my wings brutally ripped from my body and be cast down to live with the humans. Rejected, alone, and afraid. When a man from my past reappears, he tells me there's a different option… another life I could lead, at his side.

He came into my life as my savior. All blood-soaked hands and deep blue eyes. But then he became so much more...he became my stalker. And now? Now he wants to put a ring on my finger and call me his wife. How could I possibly refuse when he’s offering me my one chance at redemption? Some loves are worth sacrificing everything for. Even when they turn deadly.

Less than 24 hours ago, I'd stood right here, wearing that dress, telling a boy I loved him. Oh, how the mighty fell. They betrayed me. Three boys I thought I knew. Leaving me with the one I thought I hated most. It was him who carried my broken, beaten body. Him who cleaned my wounds and held me tight. The prince to my princess.

I’m a headline in the town of Maywood Heights and known by a name I’ve never heard. They tell me I was taken, stolen, but none of this makes sense. I’m not who they say I am. I’m not a…twin, but even those close to me seem to believe the rumors swarming around me.

My people are dying. Our god has abandoned us, leaving us starving and weak. In a desperate attempt to save those I love, I offer up the ultimate sacrifice to our neglectful god. Myself. He accepts my offering, and I forfeit my life. But when I arrive in the afterworld, a rival god who despises mine binds my soul to three beautiful, terrifying men - powerful beings he calls his messengers.

"And they lived happily ever after." In fairy tales, that's always how things end. The prince and princess ride away on his white horse and from then on, all's right with the world. But what if it wasn't? What if the prince's life didn't suit the princess? What if she felt stifled by life inside the castle walls? Could she tell him? And if she loved him - really loved him - how could she ask him to give up his kingdom?

Thirty years ago, the world as we know it was lost. Now humans live like rats, desperate for food and safety, the wall towering before us as a mocking reminder of what happened. Some are born into privilege and wealth, and I am one of those. I spend my days trying to change the world we live in and fighting for the truth as any good scientist does. However, when I am thrust through the wall, I have to fight just to survive. Hurt, alone, and scared, I run smack into one of the very creatures we are taught to fear—a monster. But this monster is intent on protecting me, even as I fear him.

Chryseum Reformatory Academy aka the Asylum. This is where the rich send their screwed-up sons and daughters, delivering them to a prison in the Catskills of New York. The Asylum doesn’t cure. It camouflages, protecting old money from apples rotting on the family tree. They call me a psychopath, a lunatic, unhinged. But here, I am god. Now, say your prayers at the door, pet, because this is my senior year, my school, my world.

They dragged the boy I loved from my arms and accused him of a murder I know he didn't commit. Now all I want is revenge. But with secrets from my past dredged up at every turn, I have no idea who to trust. We’ve lived through the lies. It’s time for the truth to be revealed. No matter the cost. They say the truth will set you free. But in Saint View, it might just kill you first.

Emmie just wants to get as far away from her psychic past as possible. Who can blame her? Seeing dead children isn’t a “gift." It's heartbreaking terror. But once she loses her job in the big city, there’s only one place for her to go: back into the heart of her trauma and fears. Her childhood home. Hanging House. Determined to make the best of her new life, she soon realizes she can’t outrun the ghosts of her past. She needs to face and conquer the looming darkness, or she won’t get out alive.

Finn is devastated. Struggling to reconcile with his mother at his father’s funeral in Southern California, Emmie and the gang do their best to support him. But after his father’s ghost warns them of a legendary curse, the truth is undeniable and heartbreaking: his death was anything but natural. Still reeling from his brother’s suicide two years earlier, Finn seeks answers at his Godfather’s historic Raven House Vineyard and home to his childhood playground—a decaying Spanish mission called “the ruins.”

My sister is gone, and no one seems to really give a sh*t about that but me. Everyone's made things about them, her memory only that, and I'm left to sort through all my own pieces. I'm alone in all this, and the dangerous boy with the green eyes ultimately leaves me too. I didn't know him like I thought I did.

Dead or alive, I find them. No one can hide from me, including people’s predestined mates. I can hook couples up better than Tinder. It’s my specialty. A year ago, I opened my own agency, and now that I’m finally looking out for number one, my bank account has regained its lost confidence. So, when Jake Knight suddenly returns, determined to drag me back into the dangerous life I used to lead - the same one where ramen was a staple, and I became homeless - I put my brand-new Louis Vuitton boot down.

It’s my senior year at the Asylum. After this, it’s either college or padded walls for life. They say fake it until you make it, and I’ve gotten really good at faking it. Well, I was really good, until she came along. A blonde transfer student with a sharp tongue and a superiority complex makes me want to see her insides. They call me a sociopath, a maniac, unbalanced. But here, I am king. Repent your sins and beg forgiveness, baby girl.

Ten days ago, Jacob Knight waltzed back into my life and screwed it all up. Still, I helped him track the heir of a powerful werewolf family, and that was a win, but now I don’t know which way is up. My reality has shifted, pun intended. I’m not who I thought I was, and the changes are more than I can handle. As if that wasn’t enough, a new drug is ravaging my city, including the customers at my mate tracking agency. What gives? So as I try to come to terms with my new identity and I hide my new secret from the man I love, the world around me bursts into chaos.

Last year, I had it all: two jumpers on the show circuit, a lot of wins, and a lot of attention - the good kind. But now I have nothing. My life is circling the drain. The only spark of light that exists for me is my new, forbidden passion. If my stepfather finds out, he will kill me. My twin brother, my only blood relative in the world, has already begged me not to. But I can't help myself. If it can't be horses, it has to be this.

Guys like Tucker Moore don't date girls like me. His boring ol' washboard abs look like they were sculpted by the gods, and I have more curves than a backroad in a country song. He can charm the panties off anyone, but I am better off hiding behind my camera lens. He's my next-door neighbor and the definition of a bad idea. I have no business thinking about him, and I should have pushed him out of my dreams the moment he showed up.

He was my demon when I was a child. A hellish force protecting me from the evil that hid in the dark and preyed on the weak. But I’m not that innocent girl anymore. And he’s no longer my savior. Filled with such cruelty, such madness, my survival instincts tell me I should run the other way. But how can I when my madness matches his own? When his darkness sings to mine? What happens when two lost souls are just meant to be? When their ugly scars fit so perfectly together? Some matches, like my sister’s, are created in love… Other matches are just plain deadly.