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Surviving a werewolf attack should’ve been the strangest thing to happen to me tonight. But no, the universe had other plans. Now, I’m stuck dealing with a broodingly hot guy named Wesley St. John—who seems way too comfortable with murder. Definitely a red flag, right? Wes isn’t just some guy I stumbled upon—he’s a protector, but not the friendly kind. His job is to keep the supernatural world in check, and my ignorance is making things complicated.

Look, I didn’t plan to be on the supernatural hit list, but here I am. Dodging murdery werewolves between panic attacks and selling healing crystals to soccer moms. And the only person standing between me and getting turned into werewolf chow is Alex Channing—grumpy, gorgeous, and 100% the kind of guy who comes with a warning label. He says he’s here to protect me. I say he’s hiding something—like why every part of me sparks when he’s near, or why he looks at me like he’s already lost me once.

Being in love with the town’s most wanted werewolf Hunter? Not my best decision. But when the supernatural council throws Alex behind bars, it’s clear they’re not just out for justice—they’re out for blood. His. They say we broke the rules. That we’re dangerous together. They might be right. Because whatever power’s waking up inside me doesn’t play nice. It’s raw, reckless, and just begging for a fight. And I’m done playing by their rules.

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.

After my nightmarish past, starting fresh should be a dream come true. But when my father’s death leaves me on the run, I have no choice but to seek shelter with the only family I have left: an uncle I’ve never even met.

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.

After my nightmarish past, starting fresh should be a dream come true. But when my father’s death leaves me on the run, I have no choice but to seek shelter with the only family I have left: An uncle I’ve never even met. My uncle has a bad attitude and pack of friends that remind me far too much of the toxic life I left behind. Cruel, sexy Kai Stone is the worst of them. A monster who thrives off the mayhem and chaos that surround him. But no matter how hard I fight it, something about him tugs at my very soul. The worst part is, I have a secret.

Kiss of Death: One second, Gem Hawkins is on her way to being the number one drag racer in the state and the next she's burying her father, a badass demon hunter.

I’m caught between two powerful fae princes. One will be my savior. The other will be my ruin. I’ve spent years trapped behind these walls—cursed to live among the sleeping for eternity. When trespassers find their way into my castle, it’s both a dream and a nightmare. Prince Callan is the first visitor I’ve had in years—and the realm’s most arrogant prick. He’s also the only one with the power to break this wretched curse and restore my kingdom. Unfortunately, Callan’s assistance comes at a price. If I want his help, I’ll have to belong to him.

When I throw myself at the mercy of the Ringmaster in No Man's Land, I'm only seeking temporary refuge. A place to hide from the corruption and death that waits for me back home. Three months. That's all I have until the protection the circus provides me expires. My bodyguards? Three shifters who look at me like they want to eat me for dinner. They want my body. My heart. And even as the attraction I feel for them is stronger than anything I've ever felt, neither of those are mine to give. Not anymore.

You’ve journaled, vision-boarded, and “high-vibe’d” yourself to death—and you’re still stuck. Stagnant income. No growth. Wondering if you should just quit. This book is your way out. Written by bestselling author and manifestation coach Heather Hildenbrand, Manifest Your HEA teaches the exact 3-step HEA Method to finally break free from burnout, self-doubt, and emotional blocks keeping you stuck in survival mode.

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.

One second, Gem Hawkins is on her way to being the number one drag racer in the state, and the next, she's burying her father, a badass demon hunter. The agency calls it a fluke. The official report claims some low level demon caught him off guard while out on patrol. But Gem knows that's a lie. When the dirty Nephilim running the investigation refuses to help, Gem takes matters into her own hands.

Demon beasts from the depths of hell are hunting me. They want my magic. And they're willing to take it at the expense of my life.They would have already succeeded if it weren’t for the three men determined to keep me alive.

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.

In the space of twenty-four 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. I need a break—desperately. I’ve come to Midnight Falls licking my wounds, determined to mend my broken heart. But fate has other plans. I’ve been here all of five minutes when tall, dark, mysterious, and sexy comes stomping into my life–literally.

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.

Sam has regained her memory and with it, the Knowing. There is powerful magic inside her, and it is more than enough to heal the sick werewolves. If only she could figure out how to use it. Alex Channing knows Sam is the only one who can heal him. But he knows better than anyone: magic always comes with a price. And he refuses to let Sam get hurt because of him. He'd rather die than cause her pain. With Alex's days numbered and more and more feral werewolves being drawn to Sam, she must learn to wield what's inside her and claim her inheritance before it's too late....

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.

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.