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Bred in a world of gang wars, violence, and secrets, they rule the bloody town of Thorn Valley and all the people in it...too bad for me, I’ve never been good at kissing ass or keeping quiet. Even if their savage spirits awaken something inside of me I thought was long dead, I can’t break. I won’t. They think they scare me, that I’ll run and hide, but the joke’s on them. The Crows aren’t the first monsters I’ve faced, and they won’t be the last. There are worse evils out there waiting to take their stab at Ava Jade Mason. I say, let them try.

Gargoyles aren’t supposed to have pesky things like emotions. If I don’t get mine under control, I’ll be forced to spend the next hundred years stoned—and not in the way you are thinking! I’ve spent my life being told I’m a failure, thanks to my inability to become the emotionless, logic-driven gargoyle I’m supposed to be. The fix, according to my parents, is sending me to Slaymore Academy instead of a gargoyle college. That way, I can get my degree without drawing too much attention from the Gargoyle Council until I’ve conquered my emotions and can stand before them as a proper gargoyle.

Murderer. Unhinged. Remorseless. Insane. I’ve been called it all while rotting away in a maximum security psych ward, imprisoned for my crimes. When I’m given a chance to escape this hell, it’s an offer I can’t refuse. I’m transferred to Blackwood Institute, purgatory for the dangerous and disturbed. The deal is simple. Complete the three-year experimental program and you’re free to leave. I have no such intentions. People like me; we’re born to die. There’s no life for me out there. I’ll do whatever it takes to end my pitiful existence.

I thought I was done. But there's always another Hunt.

After our rival gives up the throne as my dying wish, my men trust him to protect me from any danger that may come my way. He keeps me safe, somehow understanding the darkness that lurks inside of me. He knows it cannot be caged, and he allows me the ability to set it free when we’re alone.

She's not alone anymore. But them knowing the secret she's kept for fifteen years may be the one thing she can't survive. The men who found her have begun to quiet the darkness that once consumed her, slowly helping her piece herself back together. But Darla is still clutching one devastating...

The Harlequin boys are more than just a memory now. More than a daydream of our youth and an idea to cling onto. They’re my greatest weakness and my biggest regret, but I’ve started to realize that coming back to Sunset Cove was always my fate. My heart beats to the turn of the tide here. My skin only warms beneath this sun. And my soul will only ever be home on these streets and with the men who grew out of my memories. But nothing is the same as I remember, and the time for childish games is coming to an end.

One mistake cost me everything. My gorgeous triton tail was gone, and in its place were the worst things imaginable—tentacles. I’ve learned to live with being different, but now the clock is ticking down to being stuck with them forever. But when a chance presents itself to possibly go back to the way things once were, I can’t pass it up.

For centuries, the Eagle of Galmere has been butchering the other races to create the Mortal Cure, an elixir that gives her the illusion of immortality. The human queen’s obsession with living forever has crippled empires, maimed countless innocents, and enslaved hundreds more—including my men.

Freedom never tasted so bitter. This is the final instalment in the Darkmore Penitentiary series.

Growing up a social pariah, my parents were the only bright spot in my life. So when they suddenly pass away, I'm left on my own, with a broken heart. That is, until he shows up. He swoops in with his charming personality and dashing good looks, wasting no time to stake his claim on me. If only I had known then that I was about to step into the viper's nest. It takes me three years to escape his abusive grasp, sneaking away in the dead of night.

Monster. Victim. Predator. Prey. I’ve always been certain of one hard fact–I don’t deserve to live. For all the pain and suffering I’ve inflicted, I tried to take the ultimate punishment. Anything to escape the horror of living with my crimes. Survival wasn’t part of the bargain. The family I never intended to find are determined to keep me alive, but my mind has been turned against me. I don’t know what’s real anymore. When the devil comes knocking, I’m forced to confront the truth.

My new home is in danger and I still have so much to learn. I should be grateful that I’ve finally found all five members of my Guard, but one of them is on the wrong side of the war tearing Faerie apart. After diving in front of a killing blow intended for my brother, I’m reborn far from the safety of my palace walls. Exhausted and out of options, my only choice is to flee.

I have huge man problems—literally—since one of my mates is a T-Rex. Things are about to get interesting, because my day job happens to be in a museum, a museum full of dinosaur bones, if you know what I mean. It turns out my bloodline is older than dirt, and an ancestral matchmaker decided to send me some gifts…aka, men. And not just any men, but dinosaur shifters from the past.

What do you do when the guy you’ve loved since you were 14 is sent to the most dangerous prison in Solaria for saving your life? Okay, so maybe he doesn’t love me back. And maybe getting sent down would seem insane to some, but I’m Rosalie Oscura, champion underground cage-fighter and alpha werewolf from the infamous Oscura Clan. My family wrote the book on criminal organizations, and I’ll be ruling this place by the time the next moon rises. Then I just need to get to work on busting us the hell out of here.

Waking up on my twenty-sixth birthday, I had hoped to be left alone for one day, just one. What I didn’t expect was to receive a life-changing gift from a stranger. Or for my body to be offered up as a rite of passage for my husband’s initiation into a sick and twisted cult. When powers I never knew existed burst from within me, my husband’s study is left in ruin, with one man dead at my feet, and me passed out tied to a desk. After the chaos, I’m whisked away to my new home.

My billionaire dragon mate knows how to pamper a girl! Rich? Check. Hot? Check. Driving my other mates insanely jealous? Check and checkmate! Xerxes, my dragon mate, has whisked me away to Mexico. He keeps showering me with expensive gifts, breathtaking views, and lavish meals. I’m more of a cheeseburger girl, but I’m not one to complain about food. I just need to learn how to walk in heels without killing myself, again. Been there, done that.

Fox, JJ, Chase, and Maverick. The four names tattooed onto my heart more permanently than any of the ink on my skin. They don’t just live in this town anymore, they rule it. And the view here may be beautiful, but the sun, sea and sand hide dark secrets. The gangs. The lies. The violence. It all lurks beneath a veil so thin that once you’ve seen through it, you can never close your eyes to the truth again. But I don’t plan on closing my eyes. I have four devils set in my sights. And this dead girl no longer has anything to lose.

As the daughter of Dracula, you would think I’d be born the perfect monster. You couldn’t be more wrong. As far as monsters go, I’m a screw up—if I’m not tripping over my own feet, I’m accidentally murdering someone (it’s a real issue, guys). Left with no choice, Dad decides to send me to Prodigium—otherwise known as Monster Academy—to train me on how to be a better monster. When bodies turn up on campus, I’m the prime suspect (not that I can blame them).

I wanted to opt out. Instead, I matched with them. I’m not the perfect omega—not like my twin sister, who’s poised, polished, and basically made to be claimed by a top-tier pack. Me? I’d rather eat street corn in peace, start my own quilt shop, and avoid arrogant alphas with championship egos at all costs. But thanks to a glitch (or maybe a scheme), I end up matched with four celebrity Alphaball players who didn’t want an omega… and definitely weren’t expecting me.