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Corina knows who's behind what happened to me, and she may think hiding will keep her safe, but after everything that's happened, nothing can keep her safe from me and the Sick Boys. She's a pawn in all of this, but I'll get that information even if it means I have to cut it out of her - piece by f--king piece. This little charade is about to end. They thought they could drag me down into the dirt and grind my soul into the dust. What they failed to realize is that there's nothing left of my soul and I don't mind getting a little dirty if it means getting my revenge.

Hate might not be the right emotion for what Dahlia stirs in me. But I can’t have her, so telling myself I don’t want her is the only option. Especially since my dog won’t leave her alone. While I’ve been doing my best to avoid the woman I crave, my pup has taken on the role of her protector. He follows her every chance he gets. That’s probably for the best because there’s a serial killer on the loose and he’s got his sights set on her. At least, that’s what the ghosts keep saying. With her beast out of commission it’s up to the rest of us to keep her safe.

Sasha Nikolaev. The unhinged mobster. Satan’s spawn with pale blue eyes. I made him a promise years ago. Granted, I only made it so he’d kiss me. But it was a promise made nonetheless. So I waited. And waited some more.

Tristan was the guy everyone wanted...but he was also my older brother's best friend. Smart, kind, and hot as hell, with a one-way ticket straight to the NFL. And then there was Knox...my bad-boy stepbrother. Only a year older, he made me feel like it was just a silly crush until the first time he kissed me.

Like all Necromancers, Cassius Corbin grew up knowing one irrevocable truth: death comes for us all. It was a lesson he learned well when his mother was murdered by fellow witches. Six years later, he is back in the town of Winslow, Massachusetts, to attend Tennebrose University. But that's not the only reason. While he's home, he intends to track down a magical folio stolen from his family centuries ago. Once he finds it, he'll finally be everything the witches in Winslow fear and the Corbin name will be respected once again—as long as Graeme Hewitt stays out of his way.

The requirement is ridiculous but simple. Spend two months in Cedar Falls, and play the mayor’s games to ensure that The Retreat, Sharpe International’s newest resort, can open. But I have a history with this small Montana town. One I’d tried to forget but never could. Asher Wells. My lavender girl. She’d had dreams and aspirations to leave Cedar Falls and make her mark on the world. So why is she still here, standing in front of me?

Tyson Langley thinks the king in Franklin University Kings is in reference to him. Star lacrosse player and God’s gift to the female and male population, there’s nothing the spoiled jock can’t have. It’s impossible for us to be in the same room without talking crap to each other. But I also have a secret…as much as I despise Ty, I want him too. I revel in our banter and in never knowing what he’ll say next. I’ve spent too much time on the wrong side of the law for someone like Ty, though, and if I want to escape my past, he’s a distraction I don’t need.

What do you call a woman who wants to destroy everything you love, yet the sight of her sets you on fire? Nemesis or future wife . . . and since she can't wait to leave California, I guess I know which one she is. Emerson Hughes wants to be the villain in our town's history, and the more I learn about her past here, the more I understand it. I wanted to save Elliott Springs. I think I want to save her even more.

Everything is falling apart just as I thought it was coming together. The Mercer twins say I’m their mate. I believe them, even if I can’t let them claim me. No matter how badly my soul yearns to be theirs.

Bristlebrook is up in smoke, my brutes are dead, and Sam’s camp is a powder keg begging for a flame. Injured and furious over their losses, the surviving hunters are preoccupied with their own problems. Their factions and allegiances. Their internal wars and pissing contests. The new world they want to forge. They don’t look twice at their meek little captive.

Teagan Hunter presents Book 3 in the Seattle Serpents series.

Despite being branded as an outcast amongst outcasts, Phelan Oliver devotes his life to helping his fellow Necromancers. But even with his vast knowledge, nothing prepares him for the day he comes face to face with a demon he didn’t summon—one who embodies everything he has been taught to hate, whose wickedness sparks sinful feelings Phelan can’t ignore no matter how much he tries.

Roslyn Blackthorne is dead. I should know, I watched it happen. My twin and I didn’t believe we’d ever meet our mate, and then she showed up in our bar, and the world as we knew it changed. Fate hadn’t been kind to us. Not once. So it shouldn’t have come as a surprise that we lost her as soon as we claimed her. I spent so much time worried about her manipulative demon, I didn’t anticipate it would be my own sordid past that killed her.

I am told my union to the crowned prince will determine the fate of the kingdom, but it isn’t my betrothed who haunts my dreams. It’s the half-breed prince who stands at his side. He is darkness and sin, and when he whispers promises of wickedness in my ear, I crave a man who I can’t have. Every thought I have is treasonous. The way my hands ache to touch him deceitful. Even my dreams make me a traitor to the kingdom I am sworn to protect. But when the kingdom is attacked, I am forced to make choices I’m not prepared for.

When I discover my boyfriend is cheating on me, I move out right away taking what I love most – my dog. As I fly out the door, I make sure to swipe the thing my ex loves best–the VIP tickets he won to a hockey game, complete with the chance to spend an evening with the city’s two biggest NHL stars. I can’t wait to snap selfies with my ex’s idols and rub it in his face.

She was born in captivity and raised in hell. While her siblings lived in a golden palace and slept on feather pillows, Keres Sideris fought to survive horror and fear and pain. Until a faceless man freed her from the life she was born for. Warriors don't escape fear, they conquer it—those words were the only thing her rescuer left her with when she was just a little girl, and those words fortified her heart against the world. But she isn't a little girl anymore.

Macon Davis. My best friend’s brother. My tormentor. My least favorite person. Pothead. Delinquent. A careless, directionless loser. That’s what I used to believe, but I didn’t really know him. And when I finally saw him, it was the best and worst thing to ever happen to me. We burned hot and fast. Passion. Anger. Love. Pain. We were reckless. Naive. We were doomed from the start. When I finally saw Macon Davis for who he was, we both went down in the flames.

To the rest of the world, I'm broken. Unfixable. But when he looks at me, I know what he sees. A woman, not a doll. A fighter, not a victim. A survivor. Maybe, he sees underneath that. Maybe, just maybe, he sees what I was always born to be—a predator. They took my innocence from me. They stole my adolescence. Now I'm going to reap upon them what they sowed in me. Vengeance. This woman hasn't just been scorned... the hell I'll rain down upon them will look like child's play.

My fate is bonded to two princes—one born of blood, the other of power—but my trust lies in neither. My skin is cursed by the stars, my fate damned by desire. When the dark prince offers me a bargain that will save his people and my life, the cruel and intoxicating male gives me no choice. Our union is his revenge, and I am his sacrifice. His lies are unforgivable. His wicked touch still bathes me in sin. He is my mate, and he is tortured by a curse to protect his people from his own family.

He saved me from a vengeful wolf but became a monster to do it. And now I’ve lost him. My Viking. My Alek. Locked away in Novasgard, he’s beyond reach. I have no way to find him. No way to tell him about my secret. About the two words that changed everything. To make matters worse, Noah and Caleb want nothing to do with me now that they know. Two little words, and I’m on the verge of losing them. My confessor. My berserker. My prince. My alpha…the only one remaining by my side. A couple months ago, my biggest worry was finding my wolf.