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There’s an entirely new depth to my magic, and for the first time, I truly have no limits. There are no boundaries to what I can do - and that terrifies everyone who has been trying so desperately to control me. The fact is, I’m a diamond dragon - the only one of my kind. The only other diamond dragons in history were the gods themselves. So...what does that make me?

I’m settling into my new routine, and everything in my second year at Blackbriar seems great - until it is very suddenly not. What’s supposed to be a fun school-wide trip ends up being a huge betrayal by my own flesh and blood. I barely escape with my life. Now I’m out for revenge. The bloody kind. The Order is close, and they’re watching my every move. They want the very magic that courses through my blood. They won’t stop until they have it all: my magic, my power, my meteorite. And they’ll kill anyone that stands in their way.

My woman is a nurturer. She's a bringer of change. A broker of the future. She deals with emotions, sees auras, and glories in the urges of her three alpha mates. To me, she's the saint. But that doesn't make me or my brothers sinners. We were fated to be together, fated to be different. There's nothing sinful in what we have, even if, in the eyes of her family, we're a disgrace.

When I snuck out of the house on my twenty-first birthday, I didn't expect to be struck by a bolt of lightning... or to wake up in a strange land and be saved from freezing to death by a dragon. Then the beast shifted before my eyes into a man more regal than any king and hotter than dragon fire. A man who didn't hesitate to bare and spank me for daring to resist his rescue. I knew in that moment not just that I would be his one day but that I was his already.

Her deceit discovered, Faraine finds herself trapped in the Shadow Realm at the mercy of her new husband. She’s surrounded by enemies, far from any allies, and her best bet for survival is to convince Vor to send her home. But to do so means to give up on the alliance—which would spell disaster for her people.

My life is predictable, steady, and simple. I spend my time recruiting and training the newly departed to the Soul Chasers Society, the group dedicated to ridding the Above of the reckless spirits haunting it, and I love it. It's satisfying and safe. A life behind the scenes suits me just fine. Until the day that my name is on the rotation and I have to tackle the most unruly Horror yet. Its escape should be impossible, and yet, here we are.

After losing her research job in the city, Anna Attar heads home to Serenity Falls with nothing but a suitcase and a plan: lay low, help her sister for a few months, and get back on her feet. But plans rarely hold up in a town like Serenity Falls. Her grandmother's memory is fading fast. Her sister, Emilia, is convinced their mother's death wasn't natural. And Anna finds herself returning to the family perfume tradition she tried to leave behind.

There I was, being thrown into The Pit where my fate awaited. I was ready, prepared even. Accepting what was to come. But running into a Dragonbond and his clan was something I didn't expect. He says he has use for me, but I would rather be burned alive than be taken by him and their cruel ways. Now I just need to escape. Only, he offers me something I haven't been given before... a choice. Take the deal or die.

Still reeling from the loss of a treasured relationship, I'm thrown into a fresh vat of revelations. Turns out, I'm not just a regular demigod, but one who has royal asura blood in her veins. As the last of the royal lineage, I have a claim to the throne. I can change things. I can make a difference. I can free the drohi and all the beings that the gods have under their control… If the throne accepts me.

Iona's magic thrives in ways that defy explanation. The threads of fate pull Iona to Lysander College, an illustrious school for aristocratic witches of great renown. Though Iona is only a novice witch with no ancestral claim to old magic, her anomalous power garners the unwanted attention of imperious witches in her class.

Nyx bit me. The dark, brooding alpha of the Bloodmoon pack bit me. He's so much more than just an enemy to Ambrose. More than the mysterious, alluring alpha who is notorious for his brutality. He's not just a wolf shifter—he's a vampire. Everything about the world I knew was wrong. I was on the verge of completing the marking ceremony—to breaking the curse—until Nyx swooped in, claiming I'm his mate, not Ambrose's, and ruined everything. And then he bit me.

I was supposed to die by a knife through my heart that night. But the stars of Verenthia have a different plan for me—which is to get kidnapped by a snow-white lynx that shouldn't even be real, and held hostage by a sentient building. Yes, I said building. For real. Rune is gone. The lifebond with the Seelie Prince is broken. And I'm trapped in a court of frost and silence, hunted by a damn truth that refuses to stay buried.

In Emrys, no one celebrates the end of the year. They lock their doors and hide, hoping to escape the Unseen Hour with their lives intact. Celia knows she should hide with them, but when chance leads her to a long-forgotten journal, the author's words awaken not only unfamiliar desire, but also the hope that she might finally find her father.

I'd made the choice to survive Broken House. I'd chosen to live instead of landing myself in an eternity of torture. At this point in my life, I shouldn't have been surprised that somehow living was more difficult than my previous suicidal ventures. At least I had my men. Three kings. Three sexy, dominant shifters. What could go wrong with that? I mean, really, what possible conflict could result in having six possessive, powerful men surrounding me at all times? I had no doubt that in true Louvre fashion, the conflict would show itself at the most inconvenient time.

They say never meet a Void Walker's gaze. I made him look. Now I'm trapped in his realm of shadows, where silence cuts deep and desire coils between us like fire. He touches like he's starving. Watches like I'm the last light in his collapsing world. But he's hiding secrets—about my sister, about the enemy stalking us both, and about the bond that's tightening with every breath. I came to destroy him. I never meant to crave him.

It is said that the Neverseen King comes for a bride every hundred years. I thought it was only legend—until he came for me. I am one of twelve assassins forced to compete for the hand of our unseen king, who I'm beginning to doubt is even human at all. Why he needs a bride, much less one who wields a blade isn't any of my business. All I'm trying to do is get out of here with my life and my heart intact. I don't want to care about the mysteries I begin uncovering about the king, about why he never shows his face, about his palace that turns into a nightmare after dusk.

Finally reunited with her family, Caly struggles to adjust to her new life and the decisions she made to get there. After giving up everything for them, she eagerly awaits the ceremony to receive the second half of her heart and become whole, even though it comes at an unsettling cost. She must marry Prince Aurelius and solidify her place within the Seelie Court. As she prepares for the event, Caly finds herself haunted by the memory of Malum Mendax, the Unseelie Prince—feeling his eyes are on her when she's alone, shadowy silhouettes in her room, and even touching him in her dreams.

Astrid is the kind of Hunter that all Hunters aspire to be: lethal, focused, ambidextrous. In contrast to her disgraced sister, Astrid has done everything right. Now, she’s coming to realize that everything she’s ever known is wrong. Soren wants to be the kind of Shade that all Shades aspire to be: brave, decisive, powerful. But his disgraced sister is determined to ruin him, and now there’s a deadly Hunter in his realm, smelling like the most delicious thing he’d ever taste. And the king wants them to work together. And the king wants them to work together.

The dark one has risen, and all hell is threatening to explode upon us. But hope is not lost, as the Elven-Trinity has been restored. Not only have I begun to master my magic, but I fight alongside three beautiful elves: Aliana with her djinn magic. Norel with her dragon and noble connections. Braire with her ability to summon monsters. All of them are powerful and deadly. With them on my side, we will charge in head-first to take on the enemy, and might just stand a chance.

The djinn I unleashed is now my closest ally, and then some. Teamed up with a noble elf, we're all that stands between a dark magician and his quest to unleash the great evil locked away long ago. We're missing one key to stopping him, however, and that's the third in the Elven-Trinity. As we search for the third Sister, our quest pits us against an obsidian hell-hound, more golems, and a greater power than even the elves know how to deal with. Oh, and we might find ourselves a dragon pet along the way.