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In Atheldinas, everyone’s secrets have been uncovered. Tristram is a half-dragon, Nicholas is a villain scheming to take the throne from his cousin Roland, and eternally sharp Bet is nothing less than a hero. The cost has been high, and now Tristram is forced to amass the armies of Llangard to save his king from Jarl Vidar, the mysterious figure who’s hell-bent on tearing Llangard in two. To get his king back and defeat the impending Tornish invasion, Tris will need the help of not only all his Llangardian allies, but the dragons of the Mawrcraig Mountains.

Nobody except Marcus batted an eye when I decided to escape L.A. for a temporary hiatus to Ireland. “Sometimes you have to press reboot,” I told myself. So here I am, visiting my mom on the Emerald Isle and loving every minute. However, of all the plans I had in my head, falling in love with an Irishman was not one of them. Especially one who presses all my buttons. All the wrong buttons.

After suffering a horrific injury that threatens to end his career, Baden Oulett is about to learn that sometimes a fresh start is just what the doctor ordered.

While my injuries are physical, the same can’t be said for the woman I rescued. Suffering from wounds that can’t be seen, Sophie Winters has withdrawn from the world. Through our shared trauma, Sophie and I find peace. As we grow closer, what started as friendship becomes more intimate. But can a love born of anguish endure, or will the pain of our past prove too much to overcome?

Separated from her dragon and stranded in enemy territory, Zara Kenrook has been branded as a traitor and a deserter by her own people. In order to survive, she temporarily teams up with Salcombe, posing as his high-society wife and pretending to help him while desperately searching for a way to foil the impending war and reunite with Lessie.

Moving in with a billionaire playboy is supposed to be some sort of Cinderella story, right? I’m supposed to be having the time of my life while living the dream. Wrong. When the bank took our home, it didn’t come as a surprise. The bomb was when mom told me we were moving out of Breakers Flats, away from my crew, and to a place that existed only in fairy tales - Bellevue Springs. Home of the insanely beautiful, rich, and famous.

The laws that confine men have been swept aside, and the provinces have declared their independence. War had come to Zoviya, leaving those alone to fend for themselves. All the while, the Earth quakes, warning of magics long hidden in ancient places. Unhinged magics are taking hold of the innocent. Ancient plots are unraveling. In every corner of the Empire, ghosts stir and scratch at the stains long ago salted into the earth. The Vastness is coming.

First rule of Spite Club: Don't fall for your fake boyfriend. When Evie's boyfriend cheats on her with Nick's girlfriend, they're both angry. What better way to get revenge than to get together out of spite? But when the ultimate bad boy pretends to date the reformed good girl, sparks fly and all bets are off.

To everyone else, stepping into the Wolf Den was an epic mistake, filled with consequential betrayals. But to me, it was a necessity and I’m more than prepared to take on the vile evils that come with the territory because, in the end, it gets me one step closer to taking down Dominic Garcia.

I was the daughter of Satan. The sister of Zeus. An unwitting outlaw motorcycle club princess that was my legacy—the past I knew I’d never outrun. I just didn’t know that would mean literally. Now I had two choices: risk my father finding me and selling me to pay off a debt, or marry a deliciously hot stranger who hated me. Fake marriage it was. Now I just had to safeguard my heart and not fall for my fake husband. That should’ve been easy. Davis Wright despised my brother and he was a judgmental jerk.

I never thought I'd be stupid enough to lose the best thing that ever happened to me. But I was. And I did. Thea still owned my thoughts, my dreams, and my heart. I never expected to see her again, much less have to work with her for almost the entire summer. Every minute we're together, the air crackles between us. Everything I still feel for her, that I'll always feel for her, reflects back at me in her gorgeous golden eyes.

My first kiss nearly killed me—literally. When 80% of the population is gifted with touch magic, it’s best to keep your hands—and your lips—to yourself. Especially if you’re an ungifted serf like I am.

I wake with a gasp, surrounded by smoke and flames. Twelve hours earlier, my cousins cut their European vacation short and came home to spend my birthday with me. They promised me a day to remember. No one could have predicted how true that promise would turn out to be. When the clock strikes eleven-eleven on June sixth, I make a wish. But fate has other plans, and she deals me an unexpected hand. That’s the thing about fate: she doesn’t ask permission—she takes what she wants. When my world devolves into chaos, I decide to be like fate. And I want all three Fitzgerald brothers.

Lord Tristram Radcliffe has a secret - he is the only dragon at the king’s court in Llangard. It’s a secret he’s kept from the knights he’s fought beside, from the ladies who bat their lashes at him, and from his closest companion, Prince Reynold. If it were to get out, he’d be banished to the Mawrcraig Mountains along with the rest of his kind, but the kingdom of men is the only one he’s ever known, and his heart lives in the stone halls of those who’d count him an enemy.

When 80% of the population is gifted with touch magic, it’s best to keep your hands—and your lips—to yourself. Especially if you’re an ungifted serf like I am. The problem is, the most dangerous guy at Gifted Fae Academy is the one I want to touch more than anything, even as I draw the attention of the school’s most gorgeous Apprentice Fae. When my entry exam leads to the revelation that I may not be as Ungifted as I previously believed… well… surviving until graduation might prove harder than I thought—particularly when a certain fatal touch may be worth the risk.

Rise. Shine. Sleep. Repeat. To the world. Break. Darken. Cry. Lost. Behind closed doors. Nothing is as it seems in the Asheville home or this hellhole town. Then he shows up. Pushing my buttons and demanding I take more from life, be more, be…me. But I have no idea who that is. How do I fight for my freedom when I’m their bargaining tool? What he doesn’t realize is how screwed up Knight’s Creek really is. For all I care, the whole town can burn to ash.

Without the ability to reproduce on their own, the Arathians have been facing extinction. A decade later, they’d had their first sign of hope: Earthers could mate with them and bear Arathian-mixed babies. Ambassador Rexvan fights for his people in his own way: at negotiation tables. Now onboard the Adastra with Kor, Ty, and Lacy, Rex must convince the Grays to allow them to take Earthers to their homeworld so that they can find mates, and hopefully, create the next generation of Arathians.

Welcome to the Midnight Fae world. It’s bloody. Dark. And led by an ancient vampire who needs to die. My days as a pawn in this war are over. I’m taking over as queen on this board, and in my version of the game, everyone bows to the queen. Even Constantine Nacht. He thinks he’s clever by roping me into these ascension trials, all meant to kill me and my mates. But I’m going to prove him wrong. We’re stronger than he thinks. And we’re going to make him bleed. Earth Fae are all about life. Midnight Fae prefer death. I’m a mixture of both.

American author Will Durant claimed that, "we are what we repeatedly do. Excellence, then, is not an act but a habit." I like to think that this applies to love, too. Love is not something we do once and check off the list. "To love" is a verb, not a passive attitude but a living, breathing discipline that relies on our consistent cultivation.

They call me a player. A joker. The guy always down for a good time. But if they knew the secrets I’ve been keeping, they’d call me something else entirely. For the last two years, I’ve been buried in shame, numbing the pain with various vices. Drowning in self-hatred and concealing it with a smile. I had a system in place, a surety that no one would learn the truth. Then Sydney Carrington came waltzing back into my life.

There comes a time in your life when you’re faced with a choice—one that has the potential to alter the course of your life. That day, I answered my mother’s phone call, and everything changed. The path I chose was a turnpike masquerading as a meadow, and the tolls I paid have been grave. So I made a promise to myself that I will have my vengeance. With my Irish gods at my side, I will wreak havoc on everyone who had a hand in the destruction of the girl I used to be. I was remade in the cabin in the woods. I was forged in the warehouse fire. And like a phoenix, I will rise anew.