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But Wilmont Academy's been living in the Dark Ages when it comes to sex ed, and someone had to take matters into her own hands. Well, I'm a kick-ass coder, so I created a totally anonymous, totally untraceable blog where teens can come to get real, honest, nothing-is-off-limits sex advice. And holy hell, the site went viral - and we're talking way beyond Wilmont - overnight. Who knew this town was so hard up? Except now the school administration is trying to shut me down, and they've forced Dean - my coding crush, aka the hottest guy in school - to try to uncover who I am.

People say I have everything. They're wrong. I may have looks, money, and privilege, but I don't have the one thing that really matters, the one thing I crave: a woman with eyes only for me. I'm searching for my woman - one who will fall to her knees because I'm her king. She'll wear the crown of my tarnished name, and long for me when I'm not near. And when I am close, she'll be naked across my lap, feeling the sting of my palm across her milky skin. You could say I'm a sinner because I'd do anything to have the perfect woman.

I'm a motherless son to a father who hates me. The only thing that's ever mattered to me is protecting my twin sister, Sabella, from my father's temper. So when the chance to join a secret society presents itself, there's no question I'll do whatever it takes to become a member and earn my place in the ranks of only the most Elite. With a taste for the deviant, I'm drawn to the darkest of desires, and no one ever leaves my bed unscathed. My task: seduce Patience Noelle, St. Augustine's sweetheart and the mayor's beloved daughter - then break her heart. 

I was a thief. The invisible girl only he could see. The woman who wanted to be more. He was the mark. The extraordinary cowboy who stole my 16-year-old heart. The damaged man who still owned it, even four years later. The Line was where we began. Where fates collided. Where truths derailed. The place where our love story ends. 

I've kept my secret—that I'm only a half-blood demon—hidden my entire life. But stepping into Blackthorn Academy has unveiled me to the four most powerful men in the kingdom, and now I'm their willing captive. Secrets have a life of their own, and some of them are more eager to come to light...

At Blackthorn Academy, they already despised me for what I am. I expected the same at court, but nothing could have prepared me for how much worse it would get. The capital, Medianoche, was supposed to be my safe haven, yet the ancient castle hides more dangers than the academy. Old secrets come to light, and I find myself tangled in royal intrigue that's far beyond my control.

As the league's reigning playboy, I've had more than a few women arrive on my doorstep. But until tonight, I've never had a baby show up. A baby. Out of options, I'm grateful when my grandma and her friend offer to move in and help. Until someone else shows up at my house. My new elderly roommate's very young, very attractive granddaughter. The last thing I need is to get involved with someone who is down on their luck. Besides, I need to figure out this whole parenting thing. Not winning over Stevie.

Ophelia has survived warfare, curses, and betrayals. Now, as the Revered of the Mystique Warriors and the Chosen of the Angels, she faces an unprecedented threat: The bloodthirsty Queen of the Fae sails for the shores of Gallantia. To ensure the safety of her people, Ophelia is forced into a deadly bargain. As the hunt for the remaining two Angel emblems continues—now with newfound allies—Ophelia's chosen family is thrown into peril and prophecies. Fates are questioned, magic seeks to kill, and the Angels try to bend Ophelia further to their will.

The aftermath of my parent's death was the toughest time in my life, but at least I had him. He was there every step of the way, wiped the tears I shed, and made me smile when I'd forgotten how to. Until he became the reason why I had to protect my heart with one simple rule—no more kissing. Six years later, because life had a great sense of humor, I found myself having to use that same rule on the man who inspired it. It's no surprise it didn't work. After all, my heart was never my own to protect—it belonged to Ares Hart the entire time.

Fresh out of college, I stumbled into the opportunity of a lifetime. My favorite professor had a friend who was looking to retire and sell his animal clinic. With a lot of help and a giant push from my sister and her husband, I made an offer. I'm happy with the occasional girls' night in and catching a glimpse of the hot neighbor, who I undeniably fantasize about—often.