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Trey–I'm in love with my best friend's sister. Sometimes she lets me play, but she never lets me get close. Keeping my feelings locked down during our secret trysts is taking a toll on my heart and I'm tired of waiting for the next stolen moment. I'm done playing this dirty little game. I want Erin. She's mine and there's nothing I won't do to prove it. She's not my for-now. She's my forever. If I have to take the reins to convince her, so be it. I'll show Erin what it's like to submit to the master of her heart.

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.

Death isn’t the end. Surrender is overrated. Killing for love is the only cure… I fear nothing, no one. Not even the boys who loved me that I lost. Dead. Buried. Gone. One by one. I am alone. I need to be stronger. I have to evolve If I’m to survive. If I’m going to save us all. Jude is my rock. Lorcan is my faith. Dante is my blade. Dino was the light to my darkness. And me… I’m the monster who comes in the night. I’m the bitch back from hell to make you weep. My father will know it when I slice him and every last one of his sinners into pretty ribbons for what they did to me… To my family.

They’ll do anything to protect her...as long as they never learn her secret. I’m Officer Essie Shaw, and I shouldn’t exist. If anyone finds out their friendly neighborhood beat cop is a nephilim - public enemy number one - I’ll be imprisoned. Or worse, dissected. I survive by keeping my head down and my barely there magic under wraps. But when I lose a fight with a strange, smoke-like wraith, I’m confronted with my worst nightmare.

Dragon Quintelaides aren't meant to be split up—even for just a few days. But that's exactly what the Archon has planned for Alyssa's Quintelaide. Arthur is called back to the capitol to teach others his new self-healing runetracing ability, while Jaxon, Ryon, and Harry travel west to hunt down the scattered remnants of a Silithik hive. Meanwhile, Alyssa and Maze are sent to the south to work on a secret Tinker Guild project: a superweapon that can end the war against the Silithik in the blink of an eye. A superweapon that only Alyssa can control.

Blood hides carnal desires. Power is overrated. Killing for Family is tainted with nothing but love... My emotions are supposed to be dead. I was never meant to feel this. Pain. Anger. Rage. Feelings erode me from the inside. They make me weak. They make him more powerful. But I can't lose.

I entered the game. He already chose me. If I go into that basement, I'll be prey. That's the game: twenty men hunting five women. Whoever catches me will claim me—right there on the floor—and I'll be his for thirty days and nights. No refusals. No limits. As a successful, focused professional, I have no business indulging in this dark fantasy. But I can’t resist. Not when he might be there. The man who fuels my most forbidden obsession.

Lust fuels the worst evil. Love is overrated. Killing for retribution is everything I’ve ever wanted... They’re all going to die. Those who have sinned will know it. Sorrow. I’ll carve it in their bloody hearts if I have to. I can’t help it. This is who I am.

It used to be easy to pass as human beat cop Essie Shaw. Lay low, don’t draw too much attention. Now I’m hiding in plain sight, working for the JP, praying my teammates won’t notice my non-human magical quirks and figure out I’m a nephilim. As the magic clawing within me threatens to reveal me, my complicated emotional bond with the team grows: Gideon, whose cold, professional distance cuts me; Jacob, whose mixed messages confuse me; Kol, whose friendship warms me; and Marcus, whose wolf could turn on me.

From the first night I bedded her, I knew I was playing with fire. And now I must face the consequences. I betrayed my best friend. A man who was more a brother to me than my own blood. And now I fear I have lost her too. She claims men hold all the power in our world, but she has brought me to my knees. I love her. I know that now. Too little too late. Breaking a heart is easy. Mending one is more complicated. But a predator lies in wait of her. And I’ll do anything I must to keep her safe.

I am a Sovereign Son. A king within the Society. With a look, I send men to their knees. Yet she stands tall against me, taunting me with her rebellion. But we all have rules we must live by. Even me. And I have broken the most sacred. I took her to my bed. I claimed that which did not belong to me. And now that the beast within has had a taste, it wants more.

Pregnant. Funny how one small word can change the course of your life so completely that it becomes unrecognisable. In order to protect the life growing inside me, I must change who I am, escaping from the rich yet depraved mountains of Colorado to the hidden exclusivity of London. Dancing becomes my freedom, giving me everything that I've missed from my privileged life so far. Friends, safety and a fresh start.

The monsters already own my body…but do they want my heart? Left to die in a monstrous land, I’m saved by the monster I least expect. He hates me, but he loves what my body can do for him. I shouldn’t want to keep him. I shouldn’t want to keep all of them. I’m just their plaything, after all. But, one by one, they find their way into my heart. Even as the world falls apart around me, I realize that I’ve become just as obsessed with my monsters as they are with me.

You envision a dream, set a goal, and formulate a plan. I had diligently pursued all of these steps. I was on my way to obtaining my degree, engaging with breathtaking works of art, and unexpectedly falling into bed with my professor. Yeah, that last bit wasn’t part of the grand scheme, but even I had to admit that it wasn’t an unwelcome deviation. Ironically, despite my meticulous planning, attention to detail, and even despite my own deceptions, I ended up being the one deceived. Being manipulated and used.

I thought I could control my fate. I thought I could send the Master of Demon Runes back to the Underworld where he belongs, but instead, I'm the one forced into a dangerous game of elimination. He pulls me into his world and promises me everything I could desire, but how can I trust him when death waits for me and my family with every step I take? I won't risk the people I love. Not for anything. Demons may be experts at deception. The Underworld may be filled with illusions that threaten to break me. But my power is growing, and soon I will be their nightmare.

It's been 1097 days and 14 hours since I've been locked in this place. And they've come to me every night. The monsters in my dreams worship my body, and when I wake up I'm desperate for more. But they’re never there to finish me off. Dr. Adams says I can leave the asylum if I start to take my meds, but I've always hated how they made me feel...and I'm not sure that I agree with them that I'm actually crazy. Because dreams don’t make you crazy, right?

Barely a week after a searing wraith battle left me with amped-up supernatural abilities, I’m back to my cover as Essie Shaw, “normal” beat cop. My frostbite-inducing empathic gift and enhanced hearing, I can work with. My combat spell - weak, at best - still comes in handy. But it’s the 24/7 glowing eye thing that’s toughest to hide. When an encounter with a feral vampire nearly kills my partner (déjà vu, anyone?), the chief of police gives me a make-or-break assignment: join the JP team.

My whole life has been turned upside down and set on fire, but now I’m Agent Essie Shaw, full-fledged JP team member. I walk hand-in-hand with Gideon, crave all of Marcus’s ferocious passion, yearn for Jacob’s intense stillness - and ache for Kol, whose soul is torn so deep he’s thinking of doing the unthinkable. Leaving the team.

I’m in trouble. Big trouble. A split-second reflex that saved Kol’s life, and all hell busted out. Rather, my secret busted out for all to see. Now the only thing keeping a lid on my wild, unpredictable magic is Cassius’s magical handcuffs. Kinky? Yeah, no. I need to show Gideon, Marcus, Jacob, and Kol that my nephilim blood is the only thing I lied about, even if it means letting my memories be mined for the truth. Except when that soul-scraping spell comes up hard against an unbreakable magical wall, it reveals a secret that’s news even to me.

The mages and the fae aren’t letting go of their differences. They’re both willing to go to war for domination, even if it tears Haret apart. It’s time to stop hoping for compromise and start flexing my magical muscle. I just need a way to shelter the innocent. I can’t protect everyone, and I still have a long list of tasks from Iaga. We’ve been moving from city to city, and we need a home base. Not everyone will make it out of this alive.