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When Zara and Lessie finally escape the Hellmouth, the last thing they expect is to wake up in Muza's hidden lair. There, they stumble into an impossible secret that just might be the key to defeating their enemies, reclaiming their home, and freeing the dragons from the dragon-rider slavery bond once and for all. But the Dragon God, thwarted from regaining his true form, is out for revenge. And if Zara and Lessie are not careful, they may end up being swallowed by his mighty shadow after all.

Welcome to the Midnight Fae world. It’s bloody. Dark. And led by an ancient vampire who needs to die. My days as a pawn in this war are over. I’m taking over as queen on this board, and in my version of the game, everyone bows to the queen. Even Constantine Nacht. He thinks he’s clever by roping me into these ascension trials, all meant to kill me and my mates. But I’m going to prove him wrong. We’re stronger than he thinks. And we’re going to make him bleed. Earth Fae are all about life. Midnight Fae prefer death. I’m a mixture of both.

When Zara and Lessie first laid eyes on each other, neither dragon nor rider had any idea of the trials they would have to face together. Now, after several kidnapping and murder attempts, the pair have been transported to a secret location, where they must finish their training under the enigmatic and frustrating Lord Tavarian. But with war brewing on the horizon, and Salcombe on the hunt for Zara, no place is truly safe. Soon, the two find themselves being attacked on all fronts, forced to lay down their lives for a cause they don’t believe in.

Ever since high school, I've always been one to follow the rules. Get good grades. Obey my parents. Don’t fall for the bad boy quarterback. What can I say? He had bright blue eyes and a smile that could light up a room. And while everyone saw him as the future pro football star, I just saw him as Bryce. He was my first love. My first kiss. And the first one to break my heart. But that's in the past. I've moved on. It was young love between two kids who didn't know how the world worked. Now we're both grown up. I'm happy with my quiet life in our small town.

West Golden - football star. Playboy. Dead to me. Nothing puts the final bullet in a girl’s rep like a leaked sex tape. Especially one starring her and the cocky quarterback who’s had it out for her since day one. Yep, you guessed it. That girl is me. At Cypress Prep, West is king, but all I see when I look at him is the wicked prick who gets off on trying to break me.

I wake with a gasp, surrounded by smoke and flames. Twelve hours earlier, my cousins cut their European vacation short and came home to spend my birthday with me. They promised me a day to remember. No one could have predicted how true that promise would turn out to be. When the clock strikes eleven-eleven on June sixth, I make a wish. But fate has other plans, and she deals me an unexpected hand. That’s the thing about fate: she doesn’t ask permission—she takes what she wants. When my world devolves into chaos, I decide to be like fate. And I want all three Fitzgerald brothers.

The final book in the Deal with a Demon series!

Shade swears he's innocent. Zeph promises that what he did was for my own best interest. Meanwhile, Kols isn't apologetic in the slightest, his cocky arrogance claiming fate intervened at just the right moment. I hate them all. Crave them, too. And now I have to work with them to solve a millennia-old secret, one that involves my true heritage.

She’s the devil's daughter, but once, she was my only friend. Everything changed 15 years ago when her father killed mine. When she betrayed me. And every day since, all I’ve thought about is vengeance. Brutal, twisted revenge.

There comes a time in your life when you’re faced with a choice—one that has the potential to alter the course of your life. That day, I answered my mother’s phone call, and everything changed. The path I chose was a turnpike masquerading as a meadow, and the tolls I paid have been grave. So I made a promise to myself that I will have my vengeance. With my Irish gods at my side, I will wreak havoc on everyone who had a hand in the destruction of the girl I used to be. I was remade in the cabin in the woods. I was forged in the warehouse fire. And like a phoenix, I will rise anew.

Belladonna doesn’t know if a person can die from guilt, but she’s giving it her best shot. All her life, she’s done what she needed to in order to survive, but in recent years, the cost only seems to skyrocket…until someone innocent gets hurt. That’s why she made her deal with the demon. To right the wrong she committed. But when she’s auctioned off to Rusalka, a powerful and devious succubus, it’s nothing like she expected. She’s…taken care of.

Rich. Vicious. Vengeful. Forbidden. The Boys of Clermont Bay had always been untouchable. And Carson Hale was the worst of them all. He was pretentious and a player, and he had hated me for so long I forgot that we were ever anything more than enemies. Brutally beautiful and savagely heartless, his only plan was to ruin everything I loved.

The dieting industry makes it seem like losing weight is some sort of rocket science. And so it's understandable that when someone seems to stay slender, it must obviously be because they're just naturally that way. By accident, even. We assume some special innate characteristics mean they get to run circles around the laws of physics, eat junk food, and end up with flat abs. The truth, though? Nobody is naturally thin.

Grace is a monster hunter who went into her demon deal with eyes wide open. Years ago, her mother made the same choice and was never seen again, and the answers Grace seeks can only be found in the demon realm.

The last place Lord Tristram Radcliffe ever expected to find himself was right hand to the Llangardian throne. His parentage should have seen him banished, but he managed to keep his draconic secret. Now, King Reynold is dead. Long live King Roland. The boy ascends to rule a kingdom in chaos, and Tristram must undo the damage of the last king's reign to save his people from lean winter and wolves in the palace itself. Reynold’s former shadow, Bet Kyston, is determined to root out King Roland's enemies, but his version of help may cause as much harm as good.

Phoebe Whitehouse is not just my student—she's my obsession. I eat, sleep, and breathe her. One day, she slips up, and I have my in. At long last, I can own her. She's mine to punish and to pleasure. I don't care if I lose my job as a tenured professor over her. I don't care if I destroy my life or hers. I'm obsessed, and she doesn't know it yet, but I'm never letting her go.

When my mother sets me up on yet another blind date with a pack, I never expected to open the door to them. Now here they are, three men from my past I never wanted to see again, challenging me not to turn them away and starting a not-so-innocent game of truth or dare. When a storm throws us all together with no escape, I realize that they aren't at all like the boys I remember. They've changed in so many ways, and so have I.

Lord Tristram Radcliffe has a secret - he is the only dragon at the king’s court in Llangard. It’s a secret he’s kept from the knights he’s fought beside, from the ladies who bat their lashes at him, and from his closest companion, Prince Reynold. If it were to get out, he’d be banished to the Mawrcraig Mountains along with the rest of his kind, but the kingdom of men is the only one he’s ever known, and his heart lives in the stone halls of those who’d count him an enemy.

In Atheldinas, everyone’s secrets have been uncovered. Tristram is a half-dragon, Nicholas is a villain scheming to take the throne from his cousin Roland, and eternally sharp Bet is nothing less than a hero. The cost has been high, and now Tristram is forced to amass the armies of Llangard to save his king from Jarl Vidar, the mysterious figure who’s hell-bent on tearing Llangard in two. To get his king back and defeat the impending Tornish invasion, Tris will need the help of not only all his Llangardian allies, but the dragons of the Mawrcraig Mountains.

American author Will Durant claimed that, "we are what we repeatedly do. Excellence, then, is not an act but a habit." I like to think that this applies to love, too. Love is not something we do once and check off the list. "To love" is a verb, not a passive attitude but a living, breathing discipline that relies on our consistent cultivation.