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What could be more serious than her supernatural power coming between her and the man she loves? A power struggle between Arcturus Academy and Firethorne Collegiate. The stakes? The entire Chaplin estate and all of its assets. Does Saxony have what it takes to save the future of her school while her relationship is in turmoil? Listen to Fire Games and watch the sparks fly!

Kinda dead. Straight-up psycho. Totally obsessed with her. I did a bad, bad thing. Thanks to a blank in my memory, I'm not sure what that thing was, but it was horrible enough to get me locked up in the mental ward for seven years. Horrible enough that my little sister won't even speak to me. But when I'm released back into a town determined to rub my unknown sins in my face, the past isn't the only thing that's haunting me. The four "imaginary" friends who made my childhood bearable barge into my life in a very real way.

I haven’t gotten this far only to meet my maker in the dirty corridor of a wrecked spaceship. I survived an intergalactic civil war. I lost my family. I reinvented my entire life as a salvager on the fringes of the universe. I looked at dead bodies that were strewn around me. I stared down the barrel of the gun that was pointed at my chest. Betrayal was always ugly, but it looked especially awful this time. I had a terrible taste in my mouth.

My return to my mates has brought unexpected joys - and warnings of danger to come. But as we prepare for war with the greatest enemies of the Mists, a new ally arrives with an even more dire revelation. I haven't escaped the sadistic Murk king after all. His magic lurks inside me, sinking in its vicious claws. However he can use me to torment the fae I love, he will. The man who once stood beside him may hold the key to saving all of us. But he and my mates have centuries of hate to overcome. Blood will be shed, lives will be lost...and one of them might be mine.

I killed a girl last night. I did it with my bare hands and an old piece of pipe I found lying next to the dumpster. But that's not the part that got me. The part that scared me, the part I can't seem to wrap my head around and still has me reeling, was that when she charged me, her body shifted - and then she was a wolf. All snapping teeth and extended claws.

Surviving a werewolf attack should’ve been the strangest thing to happen to me tonight. But no, the universe had other plans. Now, I’m stuck dealing with a broodingly hot guy named Wesley St. John—who seems way too comfortable with murder. Definitely a red flag, right? Wes isn’t just some guy I stumbled upon—he’s a protector, but not the friendly kind. His job is to keep the supernatural world in check, and my ignorance is making things complicated.

Jingle Bell Rock features seven couples from across the Ella and Brooke universe, all coming together in one story to bring you joy, happiness, and a little Christmas cheer.

Stephen Smith is the boy who did not exist. Born out of wedlock in the early 1960s, Steve's parents - both devout Catholics - had felt so 'shamed' by their son's illegitimate birth that they hid him away from the world by locking him in the cellar...for 13 years. Apart from a few admissions to hospital as a result of his 'imprisonment', Steve remained in the coal cellar of the family home where he was deprived of daylight, his childhood, school and human contact until he'd reached his teenage years.

In the 1920s, Henry Manning ruled Ravencrest with an iron fist. He held debauched parties that would have inspired Jay Gatsby himself. From the Manning fortune to a beautiful wife, the silent-film star known as the White Violet, Henry had it all...including a loyal cult that worshipped the demon Forneus.

I thought I was trading one evil for a lesser one. Marry a man I might eventually love, forge an alliance between his gang and my father's, and get out from under Dad's sadistic thumb. Turns out my fiancé has other plans. Like slaughtering me and my entire family the night before the wedding. I make it out alive, left with nothing but a thirst for vengeance. But if I want to crush the prick who betrayed me, I have to turn to the biggest pricks of them all.