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Rome’s dark passion. Connor’s innocence. Bastian’s betrayal. My vengeance. If the vampire court thought I’d be less of a threat like this, they were dead wrong. Because now I’m pissed. They turned me into a monster, bound my brother to the most vicious vampire in the clan, and tore away my last shred of hope. It’s too late to save myself. It’s too late to save Nathan. All that’s left is to make them pay for what they did to us.

Once, I hated these men. Now I’ll risk everything to save them. As I watched Kian be dragged down into the shadow realm, I swear he took a piece of my heart with him. And I’m going to get it back. I’m going to get him back....

With five very different personalities bound by the universe, it's no surprise "aligning our quint" isn't as easy as I hoped. Still, when all the life and death obstacles hit us, it's musketeer time - all for one and one for all. Do we have the juice to pull it together and unite the realms? Um...no one seems to agree on that. The one thing that everyone is straight on, though, is that the corruption in the upper levels of the Fae Concealment Office must be rooted out and stopped.

My vampire men and I are stronger together. At least, we’re supposed to be. The weird sisters got what they came for - a magical object that puts them one step closer to unleashing hell on earth. The cowardly king Carrick refuses to fight, which means it’s up to me and my men to stop them. But after the attack on the Penumbra, I’m not sure I can. Malcolm is missing, and without him by my side, nothing feels right. Somehow, these three lethally gorgeous vampire brothers have become like three parts of my soul, as necessary to my survival as the air I breathe.

When my impossibly sexy boss, Mr Nox, steps in and offers to help I’m initially relieved. But his help comes with a caveat. He wants something in return. Oh, and here’s the kicker. He claims he’s Lucifer. The devil. A God of Sin. Things don’t go my way, and I’m forced to accept a deal with the devil. I know what he wants. I can see the burning desire dancing in his piercing blue eyes. He wants me. And the longer I spend in his company, the more I begin to crave his touch, his kiss, his fierce passion

What does a fallen angel, a vampire, and a sexy bodyguard have in common? They’re the carriers of the seven deadly sins - and it’s my job to conquer them. I don’t take shit from anybody, and that’s what has gotten me through life so far. My mother’s dead. My brother struck a deal with the Incubus King that gets me in all sorts of trouble, and my dreams are plagued by a black fog of death that’s determined to hunt me down. Seems like destiny has finally caught up with me, and she’s a bitch.

One thing I did not expect when spending the night with the devil, was waking up the next day with wings on my back. But then, I also didn’t expect to be caught up in a second murder - this time of somebody I actually know, or to be attacked by creatures from hell, and to find out my parents were keeping an epic secret from me. All this might be tolerable, if I only could fall into Nox’s arms and let him take me to that place that only he can.

I once was told vampires are immortal but not invincible. I’m about to find out how true that is. Thrust deep into the politics and intrigue of vampire society, I’m doing my best to keep my head above water and prove I belong here. But the threat from the shades is growing. Inside the castle walls, whispers, and stares follow me everywhere I go, and I'm pretty sure the king wants me dead. The three vampire men who saved my life are the only ones I trust. So why don’t they seem to trust themselves around me?

The shadows are winning. Quinton is winning. For years, I hunted my mates with unwavering determination, certain they were my enemies. When they broke the bond, and left me shattered and alone on a mountaintop, I vowed to kill them for their betrayal. Then, something changed. They chose me over their allegiance to their alpha. I wanted to save the world from my mates. But can I save my mates from the shadows?

Did you know ordinary people can be turned into demons? I sure as f--k didn’t. Until it happened to me...Now I’ve got powers I don’t understand, I can change my appearance with a thought, and I’m having all kinds of odd...cravings. If I thought all this bullshit was gonna get me out of going to college though, I’ve got another think coming...There are these four hot as hell guys...I’m not sure if I should trust them; they’ve each got secrets of their own, and they’re definitely dangerous. But that craving I’ve been having? It’s pulling me right toward them.

In order to save my only friend’s life, I am being forced to complete three Trials set by the Lords of War; Pain, Panic, and Terror. And I have to work with the most arrogant, stubborn, untrustworthy jerk in Olympus to do so. Ares not only won’t teach me how to use my powers, he also keeps trying to steal them. And he's crossed a line that should be unforgivable.

I’ve made a few enemies in my time, but none as powerful, or spiteful, as the Goddess of Love. Aphrodite’s curse has turned Ares from the man I was falling in love with into a savage beast, crazed with blood-lust and desperate to steal my magic. Worse, we still have one Trial left to complete in order to save my friend from a rogue Underworld demon, a Trial set by the spirit of Terror.

Anger management isn’t so bad when your shrink is gorgeous. It’s less great when you turn up to find him dead on the floor, and an armored giant dressed like a freaking ancient warrior standing over his body, though. Ares, the God of War, has lost his power and the only way for him to get it back? Me. Apparently, I’m a goddess. One with the power of war. I mean, it does explain a lot.

They lied to me. They used me. They almost broke me. But I won’t let them win. I should have known better than to trust the Reapers. Should’ve known better than to let myself feel anything for them. Beneath their possessive kisses and stolen moments lurked a dark secret—one that changes everything.

The final book of the Poseidon Trials trilogy...

They broke the bond. But they didn’t break me. Although they left me with a gaping hole in my chest, Kian, Malix, and Frost did me a favor when they shattered our bond and left me alone in the mountains. For a moment there, I'd started to trust them. For a moment, I'd started to believe they could be changed — that I wouldn’t need to kill them to keep them from carrying out their dark mission. I'd started to believe there was something real between us.

My false uncle’s last words still haunt me, echoing in my mind even as we bury his body. He lied to me my whole life, but I don’t think he was lying about this. There’s someone out there who poses an even greater threat to me than Clint did. And if my men and I are going to have a chance of facing down that enemy and surviving, I need to find a way to make peace between the two halves of myself.

I’m supposed to be the last of my kind, all-powerful, and marked by prophecy for greatness. But, something, somewhere, must have gone wrong, because I have no power or greatness. The prophecy must be about my sister, the only other living being with our kind's blood in her veins, but she's been in a magical sleep for eight years and is slowly turning to stone. I will do anything to save her, but the answers I need are inside Poseidon’s underwater palace. The fiercely powerful ocean god rules his realm with brutal efficiency, and nobody is ever allowed to get close to him.

They hurt me. They fought for me. They claimed my heart. And now it’s my turn to fight for them. I never meant to fall for the three men who were once my enemies. There was a time when I would’ve happily danced on their graves, but now I’ll sacrifice myself to the devil himself if it keeps them alive.

Nothing has gone to plan. Not a single thing. I entered Poseidon’s palace with one intention—steal a legendary ship and sail it to the darkest, most dangerous depths of the ocean, to try to save my sister. And now I am fighting for my life in a series of deadly trials designed for water gods and sea monsters, not broken, powerless nymphs. I was prepared for risk. I was prepared for danger. I was not prepared for Poseidon, or the soul-deep connection I have with him.