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Havenfall was never just a job to me, and that was before I knew I was mated to two powerful supernaturals. I’m settling into my new life, but our problems haven’t disappeared with my acceptance. In fact, they may be far bigger than we ever imagined. Classes are in session, but something is wrong within the walls of the school. Kids have gone missing, and it seems a trusted member of the staff may be behind the troubles plaguing the academy.

Senior year is my year. This year, I'm going to bring down my enemies. This year, I'm going to run my tongue along the blade of vengeance and taste blood. The Havoc Boys are mine, and we were here first. You don't mess with a Havoc Girl without paying the price. You don't start a rebellion without a little bloodshed. My boys and I don't mind using two wrongs to make a right - I just hope our brewing obsession with one another doesn't kill us all first.

The Havoc Boys rule the hellhole we call Prescott High. Once upon a time, they ruled me. For an entire year, I endured their shit. But senior year is going to be different. This year, I own them. I’ve made a pact with the Havoc Boys to get the vengeance I deserve. Their price? Me. At their beck and call, in their beds, a part of their gang.

Sophia Briar is a lone wolf. On her own since age 14 when her parents died, Sophia isn’t used to being around other shifters. In fact, the one time she did run into a pack, she met her mate - and he rebuffed her. Sophia’s fended for herself all these years, and now, in Michigan, she’s desperate to create a new life for herself. The only problem? It seems her mate has found her, and this time, he isn’t letting her go.

Landing my dream job at Havenfall Harbor fresh out of college should be a dream come true. Finding myself drawn to two men - one of which I'm not sure I even like - is keeping me on my toes. Throw in some pranks designed to get me to resign my positions as the first human liaison at the all supernatural academy, and things are getting down right complicated. Welcome to Havenfall Harbor, home for wayward and orphaned supernaturals. Where not just the students bite.

My dad is the literal devil, and he's had enough. With a single impulsive decision, my whole life is turned upside down. I'm no stranger to fending for myself, but when I make an epic mistake, I'm left with no choice but to face my father, Lucifer. I'm eighteen and can make my own decisions, but that doesn't stop him from sending me to my worst nightmare. I might be half angel, but attending an academy full of angels when you don't have wings and your dad is the devil is my own personal hell.

“You’ll always be mine.” The latest taunt from my stalker reminded me I was nothing more than a possession to my father, to the Reapers, to Archer D’Ath. Even to Kody and Steele. Princess Danvers - the prize. His wife. Archer D’Ath’s wife. I hate them. They lied to me. Over and over again. I knew they were lying, and I hate myself for letting it happen. For believing in the fake relationships I want so desperately to be real.

“Liar, liar, pants on fire.” The words scrawled on the back of my newest stalker mail makes my blood run cold. I have no idea if it’s the lie I know or one that I don’t. Since arriving back into Shadow Grove, I’ve been stalked, tormented, chased, and almost killed. I’ve been lied to, repeatedly, by people I was growing to trust.

They want an heir and I’m the only way they can get it. With or without my cooperation. I thought Cadieux Island would be a new beginning, but the privileged estates and elite college turned into a nightmare. My once tormentor and his twin brother somehow became my unlikely saviors while the grandparents, I didn’t know existed, lured me here with the promise of family have shown themselves to be the true tyrants.

Do you ever lie to yourself? I do. Making friends has been the cruelest choice I ever inflicted upon myself. I like to say I don’t regret it, and for the most part that’s true. I resent it. I despise him because he left me behind, following another battle in this war we’ve been waging. I thought we were partners, best friends, allies, and that he would always have my back as I’ve fought to have his. I hate her because she’s perfection and everything he’s ever wanted, untouchable, brilliant, and capable. Yet, I want her too. Need her. Still, she gave herself to someone else.

I won't allow him to move me around like a pawn despite the emotional blow he dealt me by using one of my mates against me. I won't give up on my mates. I won't give up on my blood oath. I won't give up on me. He'll never take away the grit and determination that burns within me as the last of the Van Helsings. He chose the wrong woman to oppose, and I'll make sure his next move on the board is his last.

Quincy has spent the last few months caring for her grandmother. When she decides to take a night for herself, she learns her boyfriend isnʼt all heʼs cracked up to be. Luckily, Ridge comes to her rescue, and sparks fly. Only reality catches up all too quickly the next morning. Quincy goes back to her life, picking up the pieces and staying busy by working at Hartley's family restaurant. It's no hardship, considering her boss is a handsome former pro-quarterback. One of her regulars might rub everyone else the wrong way with his icy demeanor, but Quincy finds his honesty to be endearing.

I can't remember a time my skin was not blemished with black, purple, and blue. I don't know what it's like to breathe without the weight of fear on my chest. From a young age, I mastered how to lie and hide my pain behind a practiced smile. I was never told, but I've always known that I need to...

With the blood of the Van Helsing slayers in my veins and the legacy of Dracula himself in my bones, I'm primed to be the most powerful vampire alive. Yet I want nothing to do with the crown placed upon my head, or the throne carved into my future. The weight of my parents' love and their expectations has paralyzed me my entire life. But that's the trap, isn't it? Living for them means dying for me. One fateful night, I'm pushed to the brink and escape to the human realm, and am quickly confronted with the violent reality of why I was forbidden to come here.

Rabid alpha facilities are real, and the truth of the matter is darker than Saylor ever could have imagined. She's safe enough since omegas are coveted for their ability to bring a rabid alpha back from the brink, but danger is everywhere, and it's no longer just her she has to worry about. The added complication of Leo and Shaw getting themselves institutionalized for a chance at getting her back makes everything even more tangled and messy.

She's out of their league... but they're still playing for keeps. You know the phrase, "It is what it is?" Well, for Bridget Woods, it is what you make it. But even she has to admit… this situation seems pretty hopeless. She accepted the Locke Pack's ridiculous offer so she could finally find...

I'm no stranger to survival. I've always acted a lot tougher than I am, but I'm a big believer in fake it until you make it. But even I couldn't imagine the relentless pursuit of my former kidnappers, and the only thing standing in their way is four calculating and dangerous men. Each time I think I've found some measure of relief, a new danger threatens to suffocate me. It's not just about who I can trust anymore. No, everyone has an agenda—even me. Why else would I find myself attracted to the men who are keeping me prisoner?

Freya should finally be free. Safe. But her life is rarely that simple, and the Cross-Cut Killer case is far more complicated than anyone realized. Now, it's more personal than ever, and the killer is determined to make Freya's existence a living hell. She did what he wanted, she ran from the men she loved, and now it's slowly killing her. Hiding out with her pseudo-sister Carmen may be a temporary solution, but it won't heal the trauma she's been through, and River, Jude, Eli, and Oz aren't about to let her suffer on her own.

Facilities for rabid alphas? Saylor Callahan thought they were a joke. A myth someone made up to scare alphas into behaving... until she found herself stolen away and dumped in one. Feral alphas who spend time in close contact with omega pheromones gain back cognitive functioning pretty quickly, but rabid alphas have to bite a scent-matched omega to attain that same clarity.

The closer I get to the truth, the further away it feels. Every step I take is met with resistance—not just from the monsters still chasing me, but from the very men who have sworn to protect me. Especially Bones. Cold. Controlled. Ruthless. He watches me like I'm the problem he's been ordered...