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I came to The Selection against my will. I don’t want an alpha. Alphas cause pain. Alphas take what they want and they don’t give a darn about anyone else. The last thing I want is to have one claim me, and I’ll do whatever it takes to escape these games without one at my side. Which is exactly when I meet Ezra and Cayson. They make me laugh. Make me feel protected for the first time since the day my brother was murdered. Even make me wonder what life would be like with alphas claiming me as their own.

Dragons exist, and I’m one of them. Only, I’m not alone. From the moment the stubborn military man shifted into a dragon, everything changed. Now, I’m torn between two men: one that my dragon claims, and one that my heart claims.

When dragons are reborn into the world, the one thing driving them is their desire to claim me. Dragons shouldn’t exist. Being a science major, I know the difference between facts and fantasy, but that doesn’t change the fact that dragons have awakened into the world, and my scent is driving them crazy. Because, get this, I’m a female dragon. And the male dragons aren’t the only ones burning with heat. Now, I’m on the run, with my two male best friends trying to find me, a sexy dragon trying to protect me, and an evil dragon on my tail.

My mother sold me to the shifters, all in the name of peace. For more than a century, the witches and shifters have been at war. So when my mother came home with the news that peace had been struck between us, I should've known better. Warning bells should have been ringing in my head, but they weren't. It wasn't until the shifters came for me that I knew better.

My mates have all the wooing power of a badger with diarrhea, so it's no surprise when I'm not exactly eager to bend over and become their bride. Not that their ridiculously bad moves are entirely to blame. I'm quaking in my cheap boots at just the thought of having four husbands. One is bad enough, am I right? Except when I decide to run for it to get a little space, I'm kidnapped and taken on the adventure of a lifetime. Now, I'm not even sure if the men I rejected over and over are coming to get me, or if I'm doomed.

I can't escape death. It comes for me, one way or another. But when I'm accused of a crime I didn't commit, and thrown away with the worst of supernatural society, I'll have to fight with every ounce of my strength to survive. Only, it isn't that easy. My ex-boyfriend and his two best friends have a plan to escape. One they're willing to include me in. They say something is hunting the criminals in this place, and that our only chance at survival is to get free.

In my new life, no one knows my darkest secret. No one knows what I became after death. I doubt the charming male nurse would give me a second look if he knew the truth. I doubt my dominating boss, who I made the mistake of sleeping with, would be quite so possessive of me. And I know the sexy doctor wouldn’t spend all his time flirting with me if he knew.

Being the daughter of a wraith means that death is in my veins. It also means that just because I happen to be found around a lot of dead bodies doesn't mean I'm a serial killer. But try to get the jackass Supernatural Enforcers to believe that. The thing is, I can't tell them what I am, because according to the paranormal world, I'm an "abomination" that would need to be killed. So, I have no good excuse for all the crime scene appearances.

My wolves have kept me at arm's length since I became their wife. I expected every man I met to be like that, but Garrick's a whole different man. The minute he demanded to marry me and join our alliance, he seemed to barely be able to keep his hands off me. And if that wasn't a big enough surprise, my wolves don't like it one bit. Suddenly, I'm embarking on a dangerous mission to cure a magical illness with four gigantic shifters fighting all around me. It seems that throwing a doting man into the mix has made my wolves change their minds about what they want from me.

I'm not the witch my husbands think I am. I'm about as good at magic as I am at flirting, which is pretty darn bad. Still, I'm going to try to save them. Not just because it's the only way to save myself but because I want to. There's no life for me back home, but maybe, just maybe, if I can show my husbands I'm useful, their lingering touches and heated looks will become so much more… maybe their love will even bring me the home I've always longed for.

Two enemies. One competition. And a dangerous magical world they must survive. At 21 years old, my focus should be on college, boys, and friends. Instead, I’m one of the chosen. One of two people capable of going to a magical world to bring back a resource my people need to survive. The only problem? The only other person who can go to this world is my greatest enemy: Callum. An arrogant, stubborn man who drives me wild. Even though we can never be together. But while that would be enough to make anyone crazy, there’s also a mystery I must solve. My mother is dead.

When I died, I didn't expect to be reborn as something evil. Now I'm undercover at a busy hospital as a healer. I'm called a miracle worker by some and a scam artist by others. The truth is, they're all right about me. I'm not technically a healer. I'm a reaper. The kicker is, I've found a way to heal by using my powers of death, something no reaper has ever done before. It's scary, but I've tried to accept that this is all my new life can be, and I'm making the best of it. But then I went and slept with my boss.

Sharen is a bad-ass. Between her magic and her weapons, she enters demon realms and kills ruthless critters before they can cross over to the human world. She's the leader of her elite team of demon-hunters, and everyone knows to stay out of her way. Then her best friend dies under mysterious circumstances. When she's accidentally tied to three powerful demons, she expects to send them screaming back to their realm. What she's not prepared for? That there's more to these three magical beings than she ever imagined, and that they might hold the secrets to her best friend's death.

We almost died escaping from Nightmare Penitentiary, but somehow, we managed to survive and to even get free. And then? Then, we’re thrown right back into peril again. And as much as I just want to say screw it and give up, I have to pull my “big girl panties” on and keep going. Because the alternative is a very grisly death.

I was never meant to be a light fae. There was too much darkness inside of me. So when I met my mate, I dove headfirst into the world of monsters and ghosts that he revealed to me. And then he died. Changed. Different from all the other light fae. I no longer had a place I belonged in. When a night of death and danger threatened to destroy innocent supernaturals, I risked my life to stand between them and the shadow beasts who hunted the dark fae. I never expected the beasts to take me. I never expected to find myself surrounded by the wild shifters deep in the woods.

When I tapped into incredible powers I never knew I had that wild night, I suddenly became the target of a dangerous ruler. He believes that with me by his side, he’ll rule the world. Unfortunately for him, I have three handsome mates who aren’t about to give me up. My dragon shifter will burn the world down before he lets someone else have me. My mutant, with a heart of gold, will fight with his last breath to protect me. And my berserker will face his darkest demons to keep me by his side.

They call me a monster. They say that my bloodlust is too dangerous. That my other form is too powerful. But I can’t change what I am. A berserker. A species that has so few females we’re more legend than reality. But the day I shifted into my monstrous form and killed, it didn’t matter. Sent to a reform school as a last chance before execution, I now have to survive amongst the worst of my kind. And there’s a reason people fear berserkers. A good reason. Not only that, but my rare ability has attracted the attention of a dangerous man who will stop at nothing to have me.

Half-breeds are seen as dangerous freaks, rejects, misfits who are useful for absolutely nothing. But my parents made a place for people like us to be free, to live together in peace. It was a sanctuary for half-breeds, and the place all my happiest memories took place. But I should have known it wouldn’t last forever. That peaceful place was destroyed, everyone I loved was killed, and I was taken—and tortured. I don’t know how long I was in that dark place before I was freed, but now I’m a different kind of prisoner.

The dark fae are being hunted, killed, wiped from the planet like a virus. No one seems to be willing to stand up for them. Rayne would’ve been the leader we needed, but now there’s only me. And I might not be charming or sophisticated, but I know how to bring my enemies to their knees. My men seem unwilling to walk away from me, even though all logic says they should. Dwade, Bron, and Lucius are fae royalty. They could have anyone or anything. So why pursue a woman who could only ever bring them pain?

My life is a giant crap pile with a cherry thrown on top. I'm an immortal woman cursed to kill people with just a glance. And now I've been kidnapped by three mouthwateringly sexy gargoyles, who I'm pretty sure want me dead. But it gets better...While I'm trying to make the best of being a prisoner, guarded by yummy eye-candy, I'm also being dragged on a dangerous mission...I think I'm not just risking my life this time, I'm risking my heart. And that's one thing that even monsters fear.