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He's training an elite team of wolves. She's a witch with a dangerous secret. The magic they make together is wild. Daniel Wilding's family is being meticulously stalked by the Wolf Hunter. Daniel takes a leave from the army to fight back by assembling a team of white wolves; shifters who can tap into an ancient witchy magic. The only problem? The sexy witch brought in to train them is stirring up the wild magic inside him; magic he'd rather keep buried.

She’s stumbled into a lair of desperate dragons—and she’s just the thing they need. I really messed this up. Pinned to the floor by a billionaire playboy, caught stealing files from his computer. “I’m trying to decide whether to kiss you or lock you up,” he says. “Kiss me, and there will be blood. Not mine, either.” He just smiles. Rich, powerful, probably used to getting anything he wants. I’m just here to find my sister—I suspect he and his band of playboys have trafficked her and who knows how many others. I’m here for them too. Eventually.

None of this is real… Not the severed head in the alley. Not the men who think they’re dragons. All of it is some bullshit cosplay gang war. Only I’m stuck in the middle. And if the “good” side is crazy, the “bad” side is downright murderous. So I’ll stick with the intense guy who’s my private security for now. Just until I know Grace is safe. And Daisy too. Then I’m getting the hell out of this place. Because I can’t afford to lose my job over this. Not after everything that’s happened… Jayda wants nothing to do with men who play dress-up.

I’m stuck in an endless loop… The evil elves and their torture chair. Or floating on a dark lake under a purple-gray sky. One’s a memory, and the other is a dream. But no matter what I do, I can’t break free. I’ve always known the Universe was made of magic… but what if that magic is evil? What if there’s no purpose, no kind and gentle Universe beckoning me, and the Tarot cards that have always faithfully guided me are a lie? Maybe the card I’ve drawn is Death. The elves have succeeded, my mind has shattered, and this is all that’s left. The Universe wasn’t supposed to be this dark.

She was abducted in the middle of the night... Don’t scream. Don’t scream. Don’t scream. Jayda doesn’t need to hear that. And it makes Daisy cry. But a scream is burning in my chest as they haul me to “the chair.” My tears mean nothing. My soft begging is pointless. They grab my arms and legs and strap me down and put that damn wand to my head… the one that reaches inside my mind and starts tearing it apart… We escaped that nightmare—Jayda, Daisy and me—and now I just want my life back to normal. Forget those crazy aliens with their pointed ears. Forget all the screams.

He trains imperial concubines in the arts of the bedroom... I visit the grand harem of the Ottoman Empire once a year. The eunuch guards would behead me if they could. To be fair, they don’t expect lovers to fly off the balcony and into the night. Being dragon has its perks. Like playing in Nuriye’s bed. But it’s been ten long years of waiting—it’s time to return home to Greece and claim my soul mate. If only the fates will allow it.

Seeing the future isn’t all it’s cracked up to be—especially when you can’t change it. Even more so when your Talent nearly kills you. I’ve searched the world for a guru—a magickal monk—who could help me tame my divination powers, but most were frauds or worse. Being young and female is precarious when you’re consorting with powerful adepts. But then I met Eliphas Storm, and everything changed...

There’s a madman who calls himself a scientist...and I have to stop him. Never mind that his med-magick drugs might be the key to my own research. Never mind that his red-and-yellow pill tempts me with the promise of turning off a Talent I’d give anything to erase. The madman developed his med-magick with an illegal drug trial, performing experiments on people like my father - and using my own family’s company to do it! The madman will pay for that, even if I have to hunt him down myself.

Oriel: Humans have breached the barrier between the mortal and immortal realms, threatening war between them, yet I'm sent to guard one of the scientists helping to push their technology forward. An angeling's place is not to question the angels, but I fear this might bring the end of times.

When you’re destined to be the soul mate of a dragon, what’s love got to do with it? Nothing makes any sense. I wake up in a hospital bed with no memory of the last two weeks, no idea where I am, and a hot guy tending my every need. Well, not every need… not yet. But he’s hot as sin and twice as sweet. Next thing I know, I’m confessing all my sins—and the darkness I’m still carrying inside. What have I done that I can’t remember? Then he starts talking about a magical race of dark elves and soul mates and…

When dark elves corrupt the very thing you are, there’s only one path to redemption. This is all my fault. The fates sent them to me in a dream—the twin soul mates and the dragon man with the pale brown eyes. I knew they were key to everything. I knew I’d pay a price for it. What I didn’t see coming was the flutter in my belly when the dragon man’s eyes were upon me. He’s a fine thing, but that’s not important—rescuing these women from the feckin’ Elves. That’s important. Not least because it’s my fault they’re here.