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In the space of 24 hours, my picture-perfect life has shattered to pieces. A cheating fiancé, a public break-up, and getting fired from my job are the trifecta of humiliation.

Not even Wes can save me from the darkness that’s consuming me. Gordon Steppe wants my blood, and more than that, he wants to get inside my head—control the bond I share with the hybrids and use it to destroy anything with dirty blood. If I don’t help him, he’ll kill everyone I love, starting with my pack. But the real battle isn’t just against Steppe—it’s against the beast within me. Every day, it’s getting harder to keep it at bay. The prophecy says I’m supposed to save everyone, but all my choices seem to lead to more pain, more danger, more death.

Demon-beasts claim I have a power that threatens their plans of mass destruction. Joke's on them, since I have no idea how to use it. That doesn't stop them from coming after me, though. Hot, broody, wolf shifter Kol and his friend Grim are the only things standing between me and the creatures trying to kill me. They say they're my best bet to survive. But there's another who wants me too: Helix hunts me relentlessly and says he won't stop until I belong to him instead. The elders say I can only pick one as my guardian. The thing is, I've never been good at following orders.

My wolf is fading. Kai is a monster. And if I don’t find a way to fix it, the Lone Wolf pack will become something more evil and violent than they ever were before. Cohen’s not the only threat to my new life. In an ugly, cruel twist of fate, I am my own worst enemy now. Maybe the only thing left for me to do is walk away. Maybe that’s what a true leader is meant to do in the end. Maybe none of this was meant to be mine at all. I am the chosen one, but that doesn’t mean I get a choice.

Meeting Sutton Hargrave was the beginning of the end for me. My journalistic—fine, nosy—nature has led me a lot of places. Without question, Midnight Falls is definitely the craziest.

Gem's life has gone from bad to worse faster than her secret demon baby can say "baby daddy". What started as a crappy job and a possible killer to bring to justice has become a full-blown conspiracy from hell. Literally. Demons are being summoned into New Orleans and Gem is sure there's a Nephilim behind it. Now, all she has to do is prove it. Oh yeah, and not get herself killed in the process. Too bad for Gem, everyone has secrets, including her. And when the powers-that-be find out what she's capable of, they'll stop at nothing to silence her once and for all.

After being demoted to the position of "cleaner" for the SSF, Gem's not sure life gets much worse. But when she stumbles upon a level six demon in her last trimester hiding in downtown New Orleans, she realizes she was very, very wrong. Apparently, maternal instincts apply even to demon babies. Gem can't let the council destroy such an innocent creature. Even if it is destined to grow up and try to eat her someday. On a mission to protect, Gem must figure out who's opened a portal for high level demons and what it has to do with her own father's murder.

Professional book blogger Romy Cartelli may have cried werewolf once or twice. Hell, she’s even cried vampire, warlock, and dragon their fair share of times because, as every dedicated reader knows, one book boyfriend is never enough. And her followers love it...until they don’t. Sure, Romy is being stalked by a sexy werewolf, but she’s got bigger issues to deal with. Like the fact that he might be a murderer. Or worse yet, that she got drunk and told all of her followers that werewolves actually exist.

My ascension should have been a celebration. A chance to ride off into the sunset with the three men who’ve stolen my heart and soothe my soul. Instead, it’s ushered in a war. I don’t want to fight, but I’ll do whatever it takes to protect my mates. To keep us all safe—and together. Our enemy’s hunger for power is exceeded only by her cruelty. Grim’s blood bond threatens to break not just him but me along with it. We’re all connected now, and that means we suffer too.

Instead of solving murders, I committed them. Instead of returning home, I'm trapped in murdery Midnight Falls right along with the pack. And instead of showing my ex what he's missing, I ended up falling head-over-heels for a suspected murderer who has made it clear he’ll die before ever letting me go.

To escape the evil that hunts me, I’ve run all the way to the ends of the Earth—and beyond. To a place where shifters and gods don’t have to hide. Kol says we’ll be safe here but this world looks nothing like the one we left behind. I am more than just out of place. I’m completely lost.

Romy thought that being kidnapped by a pack of douchebag werewolves was the worst thing that could happen to her. Turns out she's the worst thing that could've happened to them. Romy isn't going to let a little something like getting kidnapped get her down. She's determined to turn the tables on her captors. Using her wits and somewhat questionable charm, Romy uses her time in captivity to learn her captors secrets. But the secrets she discovers still hold her captive. Can she find a way to save more than herself?

I killed a girl last night. I did it with my bare hands and an old piece of pipe I found lying next to the dumpster. But that’s not the part that got me. The part that scared me, the part I can’t seem to wrap my head around and still has me reeling, was that when she charged me, her body shifted–and then she was a wolf.

Wood Point Academy is not at all what I expected. For one thing, it looks like a cross between military school and Buckingham Palace. Everyone stares, the floors shine so bright you can see your reflection in them from a mile away, and no one smiles. Unless they're kicking your butt in the process.

Forty-six. That’s how many hybrids survived the Hunter attack in the woods after I revived them with an injection of my blood. That’s how many followed me home to Frederick Falls. And that’s how many were now mentally linked to me through a blood bond. Two days. Three valium. Fourteen hours of sleep. That’s what it took to realize I wasn’t losing my mind as a result of the noise in my own head.

If I had to choose one word to sum up all of my problems, this would be it. Without hybrids, I wouldn’t have to watch my best friend slowly becoming a monster. Without hybrids, I could let go of the mentality “hunt or be hunted.” CHAS wouldn’t be scouring the Earth, intent on slaughtering and using Alex to do it. Without hybrids, I wouldn’t have to be on guard that losing my temper meant losing my shape.