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Once upon a time? Um, no. Because that's how fairytales start, and Ivy Addison is no princess. In fact, she's very happy being an absolute nobody. She doesn't have glass slippers or a trust fund or "graces"—and she's pretty sure she doesn't need rescuing. She also most definitely isn't overworked as the housekeeper for a rowdy pack of royals... and she certainly has no feelings for any of them. Well, aside from Asher, the Crown Prince and star of all her mortifying dreams. Or Sebastian, the oh-so-charming baron who always has a smile just for her.

I made a bargain with a monster. A vow to save both our lives. I thought our commitment would stay true. It didn't. I've spent my entire life alone. I'm well used to loneliness and the endless pain of having no one. Sure, we made a bargain. We shared our secrets and made a vow. But I warned her not to do one tiny thing. One very important thing.

Mrs Whitaker just wants to have a chat with her dear friend Mrs Greenberg over homemade macaroons. But her charity shop find soon makes her the focal point of a most important quest when a handsome young man - who says he’s called Galaad - comes asking for the Grail. This sound designed, multi-voiced reading is an extended cut, including material not heard in the radio broadcast, and is introduced by an exclusive interview with Neil Gaiman.

Worthless. Defective. Barren. I was dead inside, living an empty life. Until a hellhound found me. My people say a woman's worth is in her womb. They spit on me, throw rocks, burn everything I hold dear. "Cursed," they call me. Then he saves me. Theron. A monstrous Cerberus from the Blighted...

It only took one droplet of blood to forever change me. Her blood. The taste of it. The heat of it. I swallowed her down and devoured her. For a while, it was enough. My monster was content. I believed I’d found where I belonged. But now…that droplet is no longer enough. I want rivers of it. Oceans of it. I want the world dripping in red and I honestly don’t know who I’m hunting anymore. Her?

I am a thing of horror. A failed experiment, stitched from mismatched parts. I carved out our place in the wastelands of Alia Terra, yet even my own kind, perfected by my work, avoids me. Hideous and alone. Years ago, consumed by this loneliness, I sent my blood to a Marriage Temple, and to my surprise, I was matched to a maiden. What happened when she saw me sent me into a spiral of despair and grim thoughts. I vanished behind my mansion's gates, forever. But forever is a long time to be lonely. If this is my fate, then I'll reject my immortality and be done with it. Or I can try once more…

I never wanted to inherit a title; I was doing just fine living estranged from my father, making my own rules. Now that he's dead, I'm the new Duke, and people have expectations of me. The first one is to find myself a Duchess. Olivia Adams is innocent to the world, and far too naive to its cruelty. When her brother betrays me, she comes to me and begs me to spare his life, then she makes a deal with the devil. One she can't go back from. All men of title need heirs, and Olivia's going to learn that Bad Dukes don't play fair.

I’m the illegitimate son of a monster. My other half-blooded siblings have their own demons…but me? I truly have the devil inside. I try to be good. To do my best to ignore the deep, dark, despicable urges. But every day it gets harder. I thought family could help. I reached out to my infamous half-brother, Q, begging for his secrets to stay tamed.

I knew what it felt like to reach rock bottom. To do things I could never repent. To want things I could never absolve. I’ve wanted to die for so long. I deserve to die for what I’ve done. But not until I finish this. Not until I atone. And so, I make a decision. A cascade of decisions that will bring about the end of my world. The darkness wants to be fed. So I’ll feed it. With blood.

For years, I existed alone. Fighting the urges, doing my best to stay good. Until Esclave 58 entered my life and I didn’t have to fight so hard. She makes me better, she makes me human, but then he arrives on my doorstep. He says he’s my half-brother.

Jesamine (Jez) Jacobs is making waves and calling her own shots in the singer-songwriter circuit across the southwest of England. What she doesn't need is a snarky rock band owning the crowds she plays for. She has her own fans, and there's no way theirs will accept her. But when Ash Knightley, head of the country's leading artist management company, selects her to open this headlining band's next tour, she'll have to share a stage and play nice with the band members—the pack who sidelined her career three years earlier.

With his band Arcadia Echo, Grayson stole Briella's breath the day she first photographed them, thanks to his sensual eyes, soul-searching lyrics, and confident sensitivity wrapped in passionate talent. But his pack is Alphas known for waiting on the perfect Omega—someone who doesn't exist. Someone who isn't Briella.

I have a stalker. A masked man who watches me from the shadows. A guardian who says he's there to protect me—to help me heal from almost dying at the hands of another man. He says he's willing to do anything to help me move on. That I needn't be afraid of him. I agree to keep him my secret and share how much I'm truly struggling. In return, he guards me. Even if it means guarding me from himself.

Growing up disabled can be an isolating experience. As much as you might be surrounded by loving and well-meaning friends and family, chances are no one close to you is going through this alongside you . . . until now! From navigating sports at school, to facing the confusion of getting given free stuff all the time, to juggling hospital trips alongside your social life, this anthology of firsthand experiences of childhood disability will be a welcome companion for disabled children.

I’ve spent my life running from the shadow of my parent's murder and the pain that never leaves, but not anymore. Becoming a detective was my way of taking control and fighting back. I’m good at finding killers, and even better at hiding my own scars.