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An eldritch magic has awakened, turning the mortal world darker. Colder. Famished. With flesh-eating monsters and a sinister curse spreading like a plague, the last glimmer of humanity in Foxglove Parish has long since faded. For Maevyth and Zevander, the only chance of escape is through The Eating Woods. But fate has woven a new web, tangling the threads of destiny, and crossing the mystical boundary to Aethyria might not be so simple.

Book three in the No.1 New York Times bestselling Into Darkness series, following the dark rom-com sensations Lights Out and Caught Up. The game is on for these enemies-to-lovers with laugh-out-loud banter and scorching-hot brat play. I hate that woman. Tyler Neumann has spent years looking for...

As the vice president of a club on the brink of war with a president newly in love with the killer who got them in this mess in the first place, James Hartley takes on too many responsibilities to handle alone. Which is how he finds himself teaming up with the most relentlessly cheery anomaly he’s ever met.

I died, briefly. Then I came back. Now I’m determined to make the most of every minute I have left. Only problem is I’ve been saddled with supervision. Kane Deveraux is handsome, smug, and cold as a tombstone. So why does he make me feel something more powerful than death?

There are whispers about what lurks in Witch Knell—the forest where sinners go to die. The villagers call it The Eating Woods because what's taken is never given back. Only those who've lost their senses would dare to go near it. Or the banished. Maevyth Bronwick knows better than to breach the misty labyrinth of trees, but a tragic turn of events compels her beyond the archway of bones to a boundary no mortal has crossed before. One that cloaks a dark and fantastical world that's as dangerous as it is alluring. It's there that he dwells, the cursed lord of Eidolon.

My father, the prophet, preaches about the blood of Christ, but it’s a different blood that coats his hands. Now that I’m no longer the broken girl on her knees praying for salvation, I’m on a path of vengeance against him and the rest of our revolting line. They were once my family. Now they are my enemies. And the men, they underestimate women. Underestimate me. But I am death. Forged by my father and his sins.

I should be happy that Cade rescued me, but all I can think of is the girl who was being held captive with me. I made a promise that I’d get her out of there. A promise that I intend to keep. Even if it means exposing myself, exploring desires I never even knew I had. I tell myself that I can handle it, but how far am I willing to go for someone I barely know?

A love as wild as the ocean can never be tamed. A desire that burns like fire can never be extinguished. A broken boy who becomes a monster can never be outrun. I’ve loved Kat Shaw since I was nine years old. Loving her was dangerous. Loving her was wrong. Loving her was all I ever had. And...

I sent an anonymous email to The Ghost—a hacker who destroys scumbags for fun—detailing my darkest fantasy. He replied. With a phone number. Now he's texting me, saying he can make it real. That he's watching me. That he knows exactly what I need. I should run. Instead, I'm saying yes. The question driving me insane: Who is he? The question that's going to ruin me: Do I really want to find out?

Sloane-My dad's cancer is back and I keep trying to outrun the inevitable with practice, routines, and lists—anything to keep my hands busy so my heart doesn't break. Logan Brooks, my brother's best friend, moving back in with us was the changeup I didn't see coming. I want to hate him, but he's the only person who seems to quiet the panic in my chest. And I hate even more that loving him feels like setting myself up for another goodbye. Logan-The NFL was always my plan, until an injury landed me back in my best friend's house–the only place that's ever felt like home.

For a decade, revenge has consumed my every waking thought. My sole desire? To mete out even a fraction of the suffering inflicted upon me by those five individuals. They believed they could silence me forever, burying me alive and leaving me for dead. Little did they know, it takes more than mundane means to kill a demon. I’m coming for you all, my sweets.

Even before her father's death, Kelly Everhart always knew Logan Teller was someone she could rely on. Now he's taken over the Black Rabbit tattoo shop and brought her along with him. And while Kelly still finds her former crush and current mentor hot as hell, they're firmly in the friendzone. Or so she thinks....

My best friend Holly wants my baby. Not a relationship, not romance. Just a baby. Apparently, that’s a perfectly reasonable thing to ask your best friend. And if I say no? She’ll find someone else.

A blink of an eye. That was all it took for my world to end. For it to literally crumble beneath my feet. The Rift that tore through the land and opened it up to unearthly danger. After that, everything changed, and I had to change with it. Any hopes for the future I may have had, now lost and a new me forced to be reborn. Each day in this brutal new world was a fight for survival. One filled with living nightmares and all those myths and monsters I had once read about as a kid. But there was one important thing I had never learned about in school…

I’m Noah Fearly, a former child star with a serious adrenaline addiction and a thorough disregard for my own mortality. But you might know me by my ClikByte name. Maybe you even follow me? You and ninety-seven million others. NoFear. It’s not just my name; it’s my whole identity. Edgy, daring, dangerous stunts executed anonymously and uploaded to my channel for my followers to view. But the day my brother nearly died changed everything.

I knew Marco had enemies. People who wanted to hurt him. But I didn’t realize just how dangerous his world was until now. My only way out of this mess alive is to cooperate. But to do that, I need to put the life of the man I love in danger. I do as they tell me, praying Marco realizes it’s a trap. The last thing I expect is for my own past to come back to haunt me. My criminal brother, who I haven’t seen in years, is working for Marco’s enemy. I need to tell Marco about Ben before he finds out from someone else. I’ve lied to him before. I can’t keep this a secret too.

Trust can be a dangerous thing. Trusting your instincts, trusting your friends, but more so, Trusting your heart. Because the General wasn’t what I thought he was. No, he was so much more. More than the cruelty and malice I believed consumed his soul. More than the darkness in his eyes and the monsters he commanded. And now he needed my help. Help with the Rift that ruptured and caused our worlds to collide. But as the truth started to unravel, I was left asking myself how far into his world was I willing to let myself fall? And more than anything…

Tucker Mitchell was the one who got away. Not that he knew he’d plagued my dreams for the last decade. A run-in here, a run-in there, kept those fantasies alive and well. Or maybe it was the memory of the night we gave in to our attraction, only to come to our senses the next morning. A moment of weakness for both of us. Our lives were too complicated—we were too complicated. But ten years later, I couldn’t get him out of my mind and now I had to work with the former DEA Agent. Not only that, we were going undercover as fake husband and wife.

Ezekiel Summers, the son of a preacher, lost an eye because of me. Cyrus Porter, the child of a sociopath, burned a man for touching me. Levinston Cartwright, an heir to billions, used his wealth to stalk me. Three vastly different, yet dangerous men with one thing in common… An obsession with me.

Falling in love with Ronan wasn’t part of the plan. Neither was falling pregnant with his baby. The worst part is he doesn’t even know yet. How do I tell him when I don’t know what he wants? One minute he’s into me, jealous, overprotective, the next minute he’s pushing me away. He’s so focused on his mafia. It’s one thing after another. I can’t shake the feeling that when it comes to Ronan, this baby and I will always come second.