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I was young enough not to understand that my life was different. Colin became the one person that I could count on to protect me. He suffered for the both of us by carrying the burden of our secret. We were the lucky few that got a chance to start over. A fake family, a new home, and a pretty little life built on lies. But while our lives continued to intertwine, we were put on very different paths. Now it's only a matter of time before they collide and the beast behind the beauty is exposed.

At first, he fights the attraction between us almost as hard as I do. But when words like destiny and soulmate whisper through my thoughts, how can I ignore them? He can have any girl he wants, but he looks at me as if I'm the girl he's waited for his whole life. How can I tell him I'm not that girl? I wish I were enough for him, wish I were whole. But beneath my facade, I've been falling to pieces for a long time, and I don't know if I'm strong enough to resist the downward momentum.

Kassandra Darkmorré is hiding behind the mask of humanity, living her life as nothing more than a spectator. She watches, knowing the outcome of the lives around her. They lived. They died. While she was left all alone. She never imagined one of her hospice patients would figure out what she was or ask for an explanation on her death bed. And Kassandra surely didn't expect the dying woman to give her something she hadn't had in almost 200 years. Hope.

Saki has always followed the Blossom girls' house rules: Thou shalt prank the Dudes, thy beautiful fraternity neighbors, all day, every day; thou shalt not lose thy heart to them: no fraternizing with the arch-frat-enemy. Easy enough, right? Minor complication one: Saki gets warm all over whenever she sees Picasso, the dark-haired, hyper-sensual painting student with bright grey eyes, over there in the Dude den. Minor complications two through five: Picasso is head-over-heels for Saki, has an obsessive personality, and craves working her up. He brushes up against her.

Every night, I cross the Barrier to the demon realm to sling drinks at Hell on Earth, a bar on the edge of Darktown. I've always been fascinated by demons. It's a fascination I've never quite learned to control, and it just might get me killed. One fateful night, a darkly handsome, not-quite-human patron grabs my arm, leaving a magical mark burnt into my skin. Determined to find out what the mark means, I do the unthinkable: I venture alone into the demon realm. What I discover is terrifying.

Ninni lives for pranking the crap out of K-Pop. She'd do it with him 24/7 - sorry: Do it to him. As in prank him. Yep, their thing has everything to do with pranks. Nothing to do with an insanity-in-a-bucket attraction. It's not like he's drop-dead gorgeous and has infinite charisma or anything. His brain isn't Donald Duck, Einstein, and Shakespeare in one mischievous swirl either.

All I've ever dreamed of is revenge. It’s how I survived the darkest parts of my childhood. The parts I’ve confessed to only one man. Then, I find out he’s the one who slayed my real-life bogeyman. Now all I dream of is him. My best friend’s father. Forbidden. Nefarious. A fact that fails to stifle my desire for him. But, when I attempt to breach his impenetrable heart, he unknowingly pushes me into the clutches of an evil I was unprepared for.

Dead girls don’t run or tell secrets. Nicole, Dylan, and Jilly may have escaped the horrors of the auction house, but they aren’t safe. Madame Moirai has eyes everywhere. There’s nowhere the girls can go that can shelter them for long. On the run with no one to trust, it’s just a matter of time before they’re found.

Death before dishonor. It's the most important rule and the easiest to break. Riding with the Knightdale Charter isn't my first choice. But home is where you go when you leave your heart in a pine box. Grief is like a magnet, and I'm surrounded by shadows. Living life among the darkness, just like her. She's buried an even bigger piece of herself than I have. And all she wants is to finally find the light.

Fire was my only companion. A burning light in a world otherwise filled with darkness. A life of pain and abuse I never thought I’d escape. I’m still not convinced I have. When friendly Santa-figure turned trucker, Al, finds me at a rest stop and offers me a job at his idyllic farm in small-town Nebraska, the picturesque family life is more than I could hope for.