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Not even Wes can save me from the darkness that’s consuming me. Gordon Steppe wants my blood, and more than that, he wants to get inside my head—control the bond I share with the hybrids and use it to destroy anything with dirty blood. If I don’t help him, he’ll kill everyone I love, starting with my pack. But the real battle isn’t just against Steppe—it’s against the beast within me. Every day, it’s getting harder to keep it at bay. The prophecy says I’m supposed to save everyone, but all my choices seem to lead to more pain, more danger, more death.

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.

As a college student, I spend my days in class and my evenings selling sage to PTA moms who do moon rituals to manifest better parking spaces. My best friend is a cat who likes pizza, and a “night out” includes hand delivering mysterious packages to the local “coven” of small business owners who repeatedly invite me to their meetings - clothing optional. My life is weird. But it’s not magic. Magic isn’t real. At least, that’s what I believed - right up until the moment he walks into my store.

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.

Wood Point Academy is not at all what I expected. For one thing, it looks like a cross between military school and Buckingham Palace. Everyone stares, the floors shine so bright you can see your reflection in them from a mile away, and no one smiles. Unless they're kicking your butt in the process.

The last three books in the best-selling Witches of Half Moon Bay series. Action-packed urban fantasy with a heavy dose of paranormal romance. Witches, werewolves, and wtf. You know that still, small voice we all have inside us? The one that helps us when we don’t know where to turn? Yeah, I have that too except it’s not my conscience or one of those little devils on the shoulder whispering advice. Her name is Hina. And she’s anything but the voice of reason. In fact, this witch is magical AF and pissed at her ex.

If I had to choose one word to sum up all of my problems, this would be it. Without hybrids, I wouldn’t have to watch my best friend slowly becoming a monster. Without hybrids, I could let go of the mentality “hunt or be hunted.” CHAS wouldn’t be scouring the Earth, intent on slaughtering and using Alex to do it. Without hybrids, I wouldn’t have to be on guard that losing my temper meant losing my shape.

Demon beasts from the depths of hell are hunting me. They want my magic. And they're willing to take it at the expense of my life.They would have already succeeded if it weren’t for the three men determined to keep me alive.

Forty-six. That’s how many hybrids survived the Hunter attack in the woods after I revived them with an injection of my blood. That’s how many followed me home to Frederick Falls. And that’s how many were now mentally linked to me through a blood bond. Two days. Three valium. Fourteen hours of sleep. That’s what it took to realize I wasn’t losing my mind as a result of the noise in my own head.

A woman known only as A lives in an unnamed American city with her roommate, B, and boyfriend, C, who wants her to join him on a reality dating show called That's My Partner! A eats mostly popsicles and oranges, watches endless amounts of television, often just for the commercials - particularly the recurring cartoon escapades of Kandy Kat, the mascot for an entirely chemical dessert - and models herself on a standard of beauty that exists only in such advertising.

Demon-beasts claim I have a power that threatens their plans of mass destruction. Joke's on them, since I have no idea how to use it. That doesn't stop them from coming after me, though. Hot, broody, wolf shifter Kol and his friend Grim are the only things standing between me and the creatures trying to kill me. They say they're my best bet to survive. But there's another who wants me too: Helix hunts me relentlessly and says he won't stop until I belong to him instead. The elders say I can only pick one as my guardian. The thing is, I've never been good at following orders.

Sam has regained her memory and with it, the Knowing. There is powerful magic inside her, and it is more than enough to heal the sick werewolves. If only she could figure out how to use it. Alex Channing knows Sam is the only one who can heal him. But he knows better than anyone: magic always comes with a price. And he refuses to let Sam get hurt because of him. He'd rather die than cause her pain. With Alex's days numbered and more and more feral werewolves being drawn to Sam, she must learn to wield what's inside her and claim her inheritance before it's too late....

Something happened to Ava. The curving scar on her face is proof. Ava would rather keep that something hidden - buried deep in her heart and her soul. But in the woods on the outskirts of town, the traces of someone else’s secrets lie frozen, awaiting Ava’s discovery - and what Ava finds threatens to topple the carefully constructed wall of normalcy that she’s spent years building around her. Secrets leave scars. But when the secret in question is not your own - do you ignore the truth and walk away? Or do you uncover it from its shallow grave and let it reopen old wounds?

Somewhere on another astral plane, a lover's quarrel between gods, millennia old, has come full circle. Ea, a dark and ancient god and the father of the first werewolf, is hell-bent on destroying his supernatural offspring. He'll use anyone and everyone he can to get it done even from beyond the physical. For now, his vessel is the evil and mysterious Indra, a witch whose powers only slightly outweigh her penchant for hitting on the help.

While her friends head off to college, Shannon Burke is stuck with a dead-end job and the responsibility of saving her mother’s business. The only bright spot is her upcoming birthday and a visit from her eccentric Aunt Rebecca. But before Shannon can blow out her candles, she receives devastating news: Rebecca is dead. When she learns that her aunt has gifted her a beat-up camper, Shannon decides to sell it for cold hard cash. Then she loses her job and finds a map in the glove box, and jumps behind the wheel and hits the road, determined to follow wherever Rebecca’s cryptic maps might lead.

Sam's angry and lost. Her destiny was to heal, but so far, all she's done is hurt herself and others. When Alex chooses another woman's healing over hers, Sam's doubts and fears become the very thing that separates her from her true potential. Despite Sam's broken heart, she is determined to make her magic work, no matter the cost. No price can be higher than the one she paid watching Alex walk away. Sam will do whatever it takes. And she'll never stop trying to change Alex's mind - and his heart. But Alex has his orders, and he doesn't care who they affect.

An exploration in grief, suicide, spiritualism, and Inuit culture, Winter of the Wolf follows Bean, an empathic and spiritually evolved 15-year-old, who is determined to unravel the mystery of her brother Sam’s death. Though all evidence points to a suicide, her heart and intuition compel her to dig deeper. With help from her friend Julie, they retrace Sam’s steps, delve into his Inuit beliefs, and reconnect with their spiritual beliefs to uncover clues beyond material understanding.

Sophie Galen is an advice columnist from the suburbs of Philly. Like many sensitive women, she's done her best to create a shelter for herself in order to live in a safe, predictable world, protecting her vulnerable self: her mind, her heart, and her soul. Then he came into her life and blew the walls in. When Marek Thurzo arrived, he brought with him all the secrets she never wanted to know: the world outside was not what she thought. There were people and creatures and powers she'd never dared to believe exist.

Sam has spent the last six months sorting through plots against the people she cares for most. Learning who to trust - and who to kill. And just when she thought she had it all figured out, the good guys separated from the bad, her world is upended. Sam knows it’s up to her to stop what’s coming - and who is bringing it. If she doesn’t, the goddess inside her will take over, erasing what’s left of Sam’s sense of self.

"You are nothing but a monster dressed in a pretty little bow." For years, there has been peace amongst the worlds. Even as Anastasia longs to celebrate, her recurring nightmares have prevented her from fully embracing the harmony. She desires to believe her fear is unwarranted, that it's simply the result of spending an entire life at war. But it's not long before a new enemy arrives, a deadly siren who sets her sights set on obtaining the one person Anastasia cannot live without.