Rose Henderson is an extremely naïve girl. During high school, she and her parents were academics, so she didn't participate in school activities, didn't date, and didn't have any boy or girlfriends. Then, when she arrived at college, her world openes up to something she never considers. She experiences new foods, new entertainment, and a whole new way to see life and love, but at what cost?

When grumpy, muscled-up artist Bennett Bishop bothers to speak, it’s usually to say something you’re not ready to hear. When he first speaks to Norah Ellis, a rambling runaway bride who hitchhikes a ride from him, it’s to tell her to get out of his truck and walk because she’s a pain in the a-s-s. By appearance, Norah Ellis is a fancy fashionista who’s spent the last several years living the good life in the city—expensive apartments, highbrow events, and a fiancé with wealth and good looks. The only problem is that she didn’t choose any of it for herself.

In my defense, my new migraine meds had packed quite the drowsy punch that morning. One minute I was trimming his GQ-worthy locks and the next, I'd given him a side shave that would make a Marine jealous. Fast forward through a ticked-off Dev Menon storming out of my salon, threatening legal action, and I'm thinking the day couldn't get worse. Except it does...

To be chosen as a lady-in-waiting for Queen Mary is more than just an honor for Countess Margaretha: it’s a matter of life and death. After her brother is captured on the battlefield, Margaretha hopes the queen’s favor will allow her entry into circles of the powerful elite. There she will leverage her irresistible charm to secure her brother’s release. But as the victim of an unfortunate case of shyness, Margaretha’s feminine wiles are sorely lacking. Her only hope of achieving her aim is to practice the arts of flirtation on a man she should never fall in love with.

My name is Bird Howsley, and I'm a beautiful disaster. Okay, "beautiful" is probably being generous. But the "disaster" part is right. In a brutal dystopian waterworld, where survival depends on skill and smarts, I'm pretty much always one bad decision away from watching my life go completely down the drain. Luckily, I have a lifeline: my cute, level-headed sailing teacher, Sargo Paz. Did I say cute? I didn't mean cute. He's just a friend. I definitely don't have weird sex dreams about him.

Seraph Black used to think that she was prepared for anything. She could last days without eating and she always walked away from the violent altercations with her father relatively unharmed. She survived working at the club and the drive to school every day in her mother’s rust-bucket of a car… but it all changed when Noah and Cabe came bulldozing into her life, careless of the precious secrets they picked apart in their quest to take over her world.

While wasting her talents in a backwater bar, Lim dreams of having her own restaurant, where mystery meat is never on the menu and the customers won't sneer at the glowing blue cuffs that keep her cut off from her power. A place where she might finally find the love she sees between her two best friends. But an accidental discovery gives Lim a daunting choice: unleash the magic that once allowed her people to enslave and oppress or keep quiet and preserve her society's fragile peace.

Single and pregnant at eighteen was not what I had planned for my life, but after my fiancé skipped town on our wedding day, I had no choice. When his best man handed me the goodbye note, I thought my life was over. Three years later, his best man is now my best friend. My family likes him. My daughter adores him. And me? Well, I'm hopelessly in love with him. Too bad I can never tell him how I feel.

Vivacious Vivienne has finally won her family's approval by getting engaged to the wealthy and upright John Vandergrift. But when threatened by a vicious blackmail scheme, it is to her childhood friend that Vivienne turns; the deliciously wicked Viscount Dashiell. Lord Dashiell promised himself long ago that his friendship with Vivienne would be the one relationship with a woman that he wouldn't ruin. He agrees to help her just to keep the little hothead safe, but soon finds that Vivienne has grown up to be very, very dangerous to all of Dash's best intentions.

When Amber Archer inherits a mysterious house from relatives she thought were long dead, she sees it as her ticket out of the current chaos consuming her New York life. A little time out in the sticks can't hurt, can it? Nestled in the middle of nowhere is The Willows, the premier racing stables in Kentucky owned by Rowan Payton. The loss devastated her, and she doesn't want to feel that way ever again. Her controlled and ordered life isn't ready for the tornado of a city girl.

I hate Felix Malone with all my heart and soul. He's the second-born son of a murderous don. The newest leader of the Malone mafia family now that his father is dead. If I could have hoped a change in management would mean a positive shift for the notorious crime family, I'm proven wrong as Felix quickly settles into his new role and lays scourge on New York City. He believes he's not as bad as the man who came before him, purely because the women he beds survive the night. But Felix is just a different kind of evil.

As the heir to the Halliday name and fortune, Win's entire life has been carefully orchestrated from the moment he came into the world. He's never been allowed to aspire for anything outside that plan, including love. After the tragedy that followed his younger brother chasing his foolish heart, the Halliday Matriarch insists on picking a bride that's up to her outrageously high standards. Unfortunately, the only woman Win would ever consider marrying isn't found anywhere on his mother's list.

Johanna Beals decided sixteen years ago to sacrifice everything to raise her daughter Kayla as a single mother. She knew it was the right decision even when it led to lonely nights and broken relationships, and even when adolescent secrets challenged their mother/daughter bond. But the decision to go it alone seems easy compared to the one she is about to face.

I waited eight years to marry the father of my children. I worked on our relationship. I was patient. I forgave—the thoughtless remarks, the disappointments, the test results when I was expecting our youngest that proved he hadn't been "working late." Then, when we finally made it to the altar, he looked deep into my eyes, smiled, and cracked a fat joke. That wasn't the worst of it. His vows weren't a promise to love. They were a final test of exactly what I'd do to get his ring on my finger—what I'd take—in front of our family, friends, and their cell phones.

Every night, when I close my eyes, I relive that moment. The heat, the smoke, and the cruel smile on her face. For the longest time, I believed them. All I wanted was to find a place to belong, to be needed. But who could ever need me, a prey shifter? How can a rabbit be useful, especially when I lack elemental magic?