Welcome to Beautiful Beasts Academy, where the only thing more dangerous than the haunted grounds are the students themselves.

In the dead of night, this powerful, sexy fae steals me away to this dark and mystical place where he claims I belong to him, but he isn’t the only one. Two other dark and handsome suitors also want to make me theirs. They say I’m in danger, that only they can save me. For I am the key to something important—something I don’t yet understand. Despite how my body responds to theirs, I fear these brutal lands and that these cruel fae princes might drag me into their madness—and I’ll never escape.

A witch on the run from her cruel family. Four sinfully hot gargoyles offering her a shot at revenge... for a price. For a witch without magic, marrying into a prominent coven was supposed be my greatest honor—and the only way to clear my father’s massive debt. But when my groom turns out to be a demon in disguise, I stab him at the altar and flee…Straight into the arms of New York’s most notorious mobsters.

Lord of the Underworld, Hades, has decided to leave his home and relocate to earth - my hometown of Chicago, to be exact. This shouldn't have been a problem, except for the fact that cocky Hades is smexy-hot. I don't know if I want to punch him in the face or jump his bones. In some of my dreams, I'm doing both at the same time. This is problematic because I've trained my whole life to eliminate monsters sent by the Gods to destroy humans...and for centuries, my family has done everything to stop them. But now I'm the last in my bloodline and a new threat stalks the streets.

As soon as they found out I was different, I was thrown out of the human realm into a world filled with chaos. But I'm a warrior, and I'm not going to stand here and let them claim my life. When three men take me under their wing, I can feel that they're mine. But in this messed up world, that doesn't mean I get to be with them. As I fight to understand the world around me and the strange things happening to my magic, a threat is growing in the darkness. When the attacks begin, there's only one thought in my mind—to fight!

I make a living out of screwing over the jerks who capture and torment supernatural beasties. But when I free a bunch of particularly powerful monsters from their cages, I'm not counting on them following me home like lost puppies - stunningly hot lost puppies, but still. These manly monsters are determined to repay me for my help, and they won't get out of my apartment, until they're satisfied we're even. There's something to be said for allies so devoted they'll tear off heads and shred souls on your behalf. I'm all for joining forces.

Being rejected by my fated mate is the least of my problems. I’m a half-breed, a Cursed. The wolf half gets me an alpha for a fated mate...the witch half gets me killed. Or so they think. Now four Viking Alphas are all that stand between me and certain death. They need my powers to take over the Savage Sector, and they’ll hold my sisters as leverage until they get what they want from me.

All I wanted was to keep my head above water. To survive long enough to hit my 18th birthday so I could escape the nightmare that my homelife had become. But all of that was turned upside down the moment they showed up. The best friend from my past. The surly brooder. The kindhearted nerd. The king of campus. The dark one.

I always knew I was different; I just didn’t realize I belonged with the characters from horror movies. It turns out my abnormally accurate intuition is a bit more than that. I’m a psychic. And a witch. And the people that raised me? Not my biological parents. I would have loved a second to absorb this information, but the night I’m told the truth I get shipped off to a school for people like me...and shifters...and vampires (because they exist in real life, too).

My whole life has been characterized by fighting; fighting my family and fighting for my life. Trust me—the first one is completely voluntary, and a lot of fun. The second? Not so much. To say my family dynamic is weird is the understatement of the century. I held my first sword when I was only five years old, and I learned how to dispose of a body before I turned ten. I may have a penchant for pink and sparkles…but that doesn’t mean I don’t know how to kick major ass as well.