The moment I laid eyes on Aurora, I knew she was mine… That didn't stop me from screwing up our relationship, though. Now she's single again and on the cover of Sports Illustrated for the entire world to see—and I'd do anything to get her back. Anything. No more drugs or alcohol. Leave my temper on the ice. When I bump into Aurora out of the blue, it feels like destiny. She's pregnant and alone, and I'm more than willing to be the man she needs.

I think I hate my husband, but I’m trying very hard not to. He leaves me for hours, days on end. His friends don’t know I exist, and even after three years of marriage, we’ve still never been intimate… Does he keep me close just so he can hurt me? So he can show me he owns me like my father used to? When I take him to therapy I expect it to help, even if I forced him into it, but that’s the true beginning of our end. My therapist makes me feel things my husband never has, watches me, thinks about me, worries for me, his blue eyes following wherever I go.

I spent years on the run, trying to hide from my father and our society. I was careful and never stayed in the same place for very long, but when I landed in Braxton Falls, I couldn't leave. I fell in love, made my first real friend in years, and let my guard down. I built the closest thing to a normal life that I could, until it all crumbled. Everything was taken from me in mere moments. One simple decision has me at the whim of three men who manipulate my mind and body, but have me craving more. Revenge.

Gossip always goes around at Falcon Elite Prep. Everyone knows Nate Wilson, the most popular football quarterback and every girl's crush. But there's more behind those drop-dead gorgeous eyes and that killer smile… He's a notorious heartbreaker… And he's got his eyes set on me. The twisted games he plays are cruel and dangerous. He teases and tempts me… just to ruin me. Because I know the one thing he doesn't want anyone to know. A big, dirty secret… And there's nothing bad boys won't do to keep a secret buried.

He took me captive. Now I own his black heart. I never meant to catch his eye. But once Damian Cross—the most feared man at Ashford University—claimed me, there was no escape. He's a storm in human form—tattoos, cold blue eyes, and a voice that makes promises no sane girl should ever want to hear. As heir to The Four Hundred, the secret society that rules from the shadows, he’s been raised to take whatever he desires—and he desires me.

My life was supposed to follow a perfect path—a nice job, mated by twenty-five, and children after that—but fate has other plans. Now, a week from turning twenty-five, I have a successful bookshop that I love, but the rest has remained elusive. Always within my reach but never managing to hang onto an alpha for long enough to mate. Then there is the pact in the back of my mind. An alcohol-fuelled promise on my twentieth birthday, jokingly giving my alpha childhood friends a chance if we're all single in five years.

My life was progressing nicely until my brother died. Since his death, I've ached to feel human again, and the feeling I gravitate towards most is danger. I'd never experienced that feeling… until Harry St. James stumbled into my ex-boyfriend's house at three a.m., covered in blood. It just so happens that his secrets hold the terror and release that I crave. And I'll stop at nothing to experience it.

He was supposed to die. But now I have him where I want him, I can’t help but taste him a little. All of them. They've gotten under my skin. These Sacred Heart boys.

A brutal, domineering, and lethally beautiful monster with a body built for violence, Ares Drakos—new king of the Drakos Mafia family—is every inch the God of War he's named after. And now, I belong to him.

Of two things I'm certain: When something sounds too good to be true, it is; and when Alexius Del Rossa makes you a deal, you run far away and never look back. Me? I didn't run. I stayed. I opened that envelope, and I accepted his offer. Why? Because my life was a mess and on a downward spiral to a big, fat nothing. And he just offered me everything in exchange for six months of my life. It was supposed to be a simple arrangement, but I learned the hard way that nothing is simple when it comes to Alexius.

"Oh my God, Briar! Where did you get that prosthetic leg?" Things as a parent Lane thought he'd never say for four hundred, Alex. But that's par for the course in Lane Ashbury's life considering everything is on the verge of falling apart. He not only has a toddler building her skills as a professional klepto, but he's also on the verge of divorce, and hoping desperately to save his business before it goes under. Luckily, the owner of the stolen leg might just be an angel in disguise when he offers to be Lane's new nanny instead of pressing charges.

My boyfriend was perfect, up until he wasn't. When Mr. Vanilla found out about my deepest, darkest fantasies, he spread them all over campus and shamed me in the worst way possible. I dropped out of college and moved to a small town, where I have just inherited a house from my long-lost grandmother. I'm determined to get my life back on track and leave my old life behind. Never in my wildest dreams did I expect to be chased by a masked man through a haunted house on my first night in town. Or that he would make good on his promise to bring a friend next time.

My pretty little Puppet dreamed of monsters and things that go bump in the night. She ached to forget about responsibilities and expectations long enough to let a faceless predator chase her through the woods. So I gave Peyton Everett everything she ever dreamed of. Once I hired her as my housekeeper, I brought her to the middle of nowhere to maintain my estate, and then I anonymously contacted her through the website she only visited when she was alone.

What do you do when the killers come out to play? When it's hunt or be hunted? You sharpen your knives and prepare to get bloody because nobody does it better than a woman scorned with something to prove. Welcome to the 23rd annual serial killer war games, where the adrenaline runs high, the blood is fresh, and the revenge is best served cold.

Team Hades, genetically modified to be the best, lost one of their own a long time ago. Losing her changed them since they no longer had a heart to protect, turning them into deadly weapons. When I show up, Team Hades is thrown into a spin of mixed emotions, ones they were never trained to master. None of them can understand why they are drawn to me, why the memories of their heart are resurfacing, and it's tearing them apart. Could I be the one they lost? Or is this just another test?