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Joclyn Despain has been marred by a brand on her skin. She doesn't know why it appeared on her neck, but she doesn't want anyone to see it, including her best friend, Ryland, who knows everything else about her. The scar is the reason she hides herself behind baggy clothes and won't let the idea of kissing Ryland enter her mind, no matter how much she wants to. The scar is the reason she is being hunted. If only she knew that she was.

In walked this wolf like he’s my mom on a meth trip, staring at us and growling like he’s an over-protective husband. Worse, according to Tommy, I’m growling back. Next thing I know, Tommy is halfway across the desert and I’m at an elite academy for Witches, Shifters, Vampires, and Fae looking like I was plucked out of the local trailer park. Oh wait, I was.

Underneath the deep red barrier Edmund has placed over the city, Prague is in ruins.... Vilỳ hide in the darkened alleys, waiting to attack anyone who passes, while Edmund's men roam the blood-soaked streets, scouring every crumbling building in a mad attempt to flush out Ilyan and his men. Among the danger, Ilyan and Joclyn are trapped, unable to leave the city, trying to keep their people safe behind a powerful shield, unseen by Edmund and his scouts.

What do a Vampire, a Fae, and a hunk of a Wolf have in common? Me. They all have me. Remember that whole "don’t sleep with other students rule" that I blew out of the water? Turns out it wasn’t the only thing I blew. Finn, Howl, and Saxon are officially mine, and after facing a kidnapping, crashing an underground blood party and going toe to toe with the Alpha Wolf my boys are stuck to me like flypaper on an untrimmed bush. Too bad things for us are about to go upside down.

For centuries the war that has raged within magic has ripped the world apart. Fought between Skȓítek and Trpaslík; killing father and son, and destroying a fragile balance between mortal and magic. For centuries everyone has been awaiting the Silnỳ, searching for the girl who was prophesized. The girl with power strong enough to defeat the evil that plagued the world and bring the war to an end. For centuries, everyone was wrong.

The Time for the final battle has come. Edmund's armies have surrounded the Rioseco Abbey, trapping the few survivors inside. The sight that Ilyan was given a thousand years ago is about to come to pass. If only Joclyn was able to fight.

While Joclyn is trapped in the tormenting hell of Cail's mind, the battle around her only continues to grow and spread. Edmund has infiltrated the underground hallways of Prague, guiding the massacre that would end the lives of the last of the great magical race. In her attempts to stop him, Wynifred has been captured and her magic restrained. Chained up in the ancient dungeons of Prague, her fate is left in the hands of her father, who has tried to kill her before.

Welcome to the third semester of Bloodwood Academy, where crap is about to go down. I barely scooted through the last few months, and now one woman struts into my life and sends everything into disarray. We have trouble, starting with the fact that our new addition is ready to start a war. Bloodwood Academy: Semester Three is a full-length reverse harem romance with no end to snark, twisted sheets, and with a snarky heroine, shirtless men, love scenes that will send you swooning, and no end to pulsing...muscles.

Working at a shop called the Vagile Ajna in a town called Cummings Cove, across the street from a store named Cummings Master Baiter, was clearly not enough for me. I had to go and find myself a police chief named Phoquin, two shifter twins who tend to "lose" their pants, and a murder. I don’t know why I expected things to be normal in a place that offers visitors a “Cummings Good Time”, but I certainly didn’t expect to be charged with murder.

Haven’t I been through enough? I think if I was alone and dealing with things like crazy shifter bitches and ancient magical destinies, all while trying to attend my classes, I would have a mental breakdown. Wait, I’ve already had several. Now, in my final semester at Bloodwood Academy, I’m hoping I can finally breathe, maybe take a long vacation where I can get to know my guys a little more intimately, if you catch my drift…granted, that probably can’t happen, seeing as we ended the previous semester in some hot shit.

I’ve been on the run from wolf shifters since the day I was found as the sole survivor of a pack massacre. It would figure that days after my 21st birthday I would be dragged to the one place I don’t want to be. The one place I shouldn’t be if I want to live more than a few days: the High Alpha’s Estate. Every five years, the horny old bastard holds a feast where any wolf who has come of age is to shift for the first time. I was supposed to be hiding from the High Alpha, but now he seems to be everywhere, and it sure as hell looks like he’s got something planned for me.

It was supposed to be the final battle, the one to end Edmund’s line, his life, and free the magic Edmund had taken from the world. That was how it was foreseen. The end of the battle that has raged for centuries, unbeknownst to the mortals around them, the battle that would end with Joclyn’s death. But it did neither. The battle still reigns, Joclyn still lives, and the sight that was given 800 years ago is broken. And it’s not the only one.

Joclyn is in hiding, hunted by the man she still desperately loves. Ryland is gone, his mind erased; no memory of Joclyn remains, but Joclyn's heart desperately begs her to hold out hope. Meanwhile the black-eyed monster that possesses him attempts to kill her over and over again. If it wasn't for Ilyan, Joclyn would be dead by now. Ilyan, the man who once stalked her, is now Joclyn's protector, the only person she has left.

We thought we had won the war, but that couldn’t have been further from the truth. One bad guy down, except now I’ve got a demon of a boyfriend to rescue, and it’s going to be anything but easy. This Bloodwood Academy novella is a "why choose" romance with a snarky heroine, shirtless men, love scenes that will send you swooning, and no end to pulsing muscles.

There I was with my bare ‘derrière’ waggling behind a dumpster, and in walks Mr. 1950s with his expensive suit, smooth voice, and long hair that I could just see myself tangling my fingers in. Mr. 1950s was just the start, and now I’m stuck in a palpitating version of “It’s Raining Sexy Dragons”.