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In the wake of her father’s death, lonely Juliet Harrison struggles with the guilt over her loss. She deals with it the way she deals with everything: by burying her feelings beneath impulsive decisions and desecrating the local graveyard. But Juliet isn’t as invisible as she believes. Hiding out from the ghosts of his past, Kieran Ivers is known in King’s Trace as a homicidal hermit. But the rumors don’t stop him from visiting the cemetery to taunt his late brother’s remains.

I thought I knew evil. I thought I knew love. But here, locked within the rotting walls of an abandoned manor, something much darker unfurls—something that makes my previous life seem like a childhood fairy tale. Morgan, Rio, Xavier. Each one a jagged puzzle piece that somehow fits perfectly into my shattered life. Rossi. The man I can't figure out, yet the one who holds the key to the riddle that surrounds us all. In this house, every whisper becomes a scream, every touch leaves a burn. We share secrets, tangled sheets, and rituals too dangerous to utter aloud.

Caspian Locke I don't think we even begin to understand love until we've lost the one we thought we'd spend the rest of our life with. I don't think we begin to understand ourselves until we realize that it's most likely our fault. And I don't think we begin to understand life until we...

There are rules that keep the universe in line, that keep Death and Fate balanced in a delicate dance. A Reaper can't feel. A Reaper can't love. A Reaper can't die. Sephtis Reapers can't feel. We aren't born. We're created from the essence of the dead, from Death himself breathing us into...

All I’ve ever wanted is to go to college and get out of Kensley. That small town is all I’ve ever known. I want to be free to be myself, not stifled by small minds in the football-loving town where I grew up. Then I blew my one and only chance. Now, I’m just stuck. Stuck in small-town life with the same small-town people I’ve always known. Stuck where I don’t want to be. Constantly on the defense and hiding secrets about myself. To never be the real me.

Ender: When I first met Gabe—a month after our best friends started dating each other—I expected awkward small talk and polite smiles. What I don't expect is the way he looks at me . . . like I'm important. Like he sees something worth knowing behind the walls I've built over the years. No...

It's not a relationship, it's just a patchwork of tattoo sessions and sweaty secrets with a rock star. No big deal. I've been keeping this secret for four years, counting down the months in between visits from Onyx. To everyone else I'm “Hero” but he mostly just calls me “yes” and “more” while we trade heated kisses and wandering hands. I know it won't ever be anything more than a wild secret and eventually he'll get bored hooking up with a tattoo artist fifteen years too old for him from Nowhere, Wisconsin. But I'm more than happy to enjoy this while it lasts.

Pain. Darkness. That’s what my life is. Always has been. Koby is the opposite. Light and redemption. She can see through to my tortured soul, see into the depths, the parts that want to torture her, remove the light from her eyes. Break her until she’s nothing just like me. She thinks she can save me. Like there is something left to be salvaged. She has no idea I’m not the white knight in her story, there is no happily ever after for us.

I'm a fan—how could I not be? And not just a fan of racing. I can't help but be swept up by the lives of celebrities. Wondering if they really have it so much better or if something is missing. Now that Maverick isn't just that hot racer I've followed for years and is instead my friend, I'm starting to see the answer. We always want what we don't have.

I used to believe in fairy tales, but I've kissed far too many frogs that never turn into Prince Charming. The glass slipper never fits. I'm always the ugly step-sibling; never the princess. They're the same crushing blows every time. Why is it so difficult to accept that I like myself the way I am? With my pretty dresses, pastel tattoos, and sparkly nail polish, I like to feel beautiful. All I want is my happily ever after. To be cherished and adored and loved for who I am. I desperately want to find my forever person. Why am I always left with a broken heart instead?

There's a sacred balance that must be kept. Death is final—the mortal world is for the living. And when that balance is upset, the hounds will hunt. Soul: Death's Hound I am Death's Hound, and I was made for one purpose: to hunt down wayward souls. It should be easy, hunting down a man who...

Alina Carson meets Chase Adams when she's eleven years old, after he moves in down the street carrying nothing but a chip on his shoulder and dimples in his cheeks. Immediately she falls, loving him before she even knows what loving is. But becoming best friends with Chase's little sister means that he's off-limits, no matter how much their connection screams for something more.

Reed took all my firsts like a shiny present. He made promises with silky words I greedily kept as truths. But the moment I faltered, he took everything away. Now we're both guilty of sins. As we come together for Grandfather Ian's funeral, it's time to face what I've done - what we've done. The boy I've loved since age eight is now a man, his rage palpable, his turquoise eyes piercing me with an intensity that sets me on fire. Each delicious kiss seems to peel away our ugly past - a past we're desperate to escape.

We're created from birth to unite soulmates and stop the monsters that would tear them apart. We're trained to fight, to kill… and born without the ability to feel the thing we give. A cupid can't feel love. A cupid can't have a soulmate. And a cupid can't fall in love with their sworn enemy, with the monster they're destined to destroy. Until… Theo.

I've always loved three things more than anything: Raven Peak Ranch, my daughter, and my garage. I've never gone lookin' outside my own hometown for bigger and better things. So when the rodeo comes into town, and my sister drags me along with her, I'm not expecting to be thrown into the orbit of Buckin' Bronco Champion, Heath Macabe. His golden brown eyes draw me in, and I can't help but fall. Too bad, after an incredible night, I find out he's engaged… And he's still naked, in my bed.

I screwed up. Big time. I hurt someone, and I hate myself for it. I'm barely eighteen and already completely exhausted. Tired of being haunted by secrets and guilt. My biggest regret, though, is keeping it all from Adam—my best friend, teammate, protector. My everything since I can remember.

Once upon a time, I met a man who stole my heart. In my desperation to reunite with him, I have nowhere to turn but the Sea Witch. Ursa is as beautiful as she is dangerous, and the one person my father warned me never to let close. But she’s all crimson lips and pretty lies, and I’m convinced despite my fear. It’s a simple enough plan, if not for the faint of heart. An auction to sell the one thing I possess of any value — myself. The money will free Alaric and then we can finally be together.

I'm the oldest guy on the college hockey team, and I've heard the jokes, but the truth is, I put a year of my life on hold. I've worked hard to prove that I have a future in this game, but Coach Damien Banning doesn't believe in me. Damien doesn't think I'm good enough, but he doesn't know me at all. I'm ruthless. And when the icy tension ignites, it's too late. But it's not about hockey anymore.

What he fears is love. JACKSON AVERY has everything in life, except somebody to share it with. But as the owner of one of the largest private security forces in the country, he’s got plenty to keep him busy until he finds ‘the one.’ After spending the last year dealing with the fallout of his best security agents falling for their clients, the last thing Jackson expects is to take one look at feisty camboy, Dayton Daniels, and almost instantly know that he’s it for him. DAYTON DANIELS has been on his own since he was just fourteen years old.

Shattered. Broken beyond repair. I’m the shell of the woman I used to be. The deeper I fall from reality, the worse things get. Only there’s one person who refuses to let me derail. Romero Pierce. Calloused. Sinister. Lethal. He’s my father's second in command, and so goddamn handsome it’s disgusting. Assigned the duty of being my babysitter, aka personal bodyguard, he thinks he can protect me, but I don’t want his protection. What I want is security, safety, freedom. Everything changes when I choose to leave and find myself in the very town where my father grew up.