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Eight years ago, the boys I loved disappeared without a word. Now they've returned—older, more powerful, and with secrets in their eyes. They say we're witches. That we're bound by magicae. That my grandmother was hiding something from me—something even more dangerous than grief.

When Jackson, Elliot, River, and Thomas were hired to protect a socialite, they weren't expecting to form a connection with her. Lily Montgomery has become more than a job to them; they need her as much as she needs them. But they'd been distracted, too intoxicated by her to notice the real threat had been right under their noses the entire time. Until they find Lily beaten and unconscious.

It was only supposed to be a part-time babysitting job. Then the wildfires swept through the valley. Now I'm stuck at a Napa winery with the three guys who run the place. And considering what they look like? Things could be a lot worse. Luke Ashford, the dark-and-handsome owner whose son I'm nannying. Beckett Montgomery, the London-born business manager who reminds me of David Beckham. Hunter Jones, the goofball marketing expert for the winery. I spend my days nannying the baby, and my nights are having sweaty, steamy fun with these three incredible men.

I never wanted to inherit a title; I was doing just fine living estranged from my father, making my own rules. Now that he's dead, I'm the new Duke, and people have expectations of me. The first one is to find myself a Duchess. Olivia Adams is innocent to the world, and far too naive to its cruelty. When her brother betrays me, she comes to me and begs me to spare his life, then she makes a deal with the devil. One she can't go back from. All men of title need heirs, and Olivia's going to learn that Bad Dukes don't play fair.

Socialite Lily Montgomery has done her best to stay out of the spotlight since her mother's death. For five years, she's carried the burden of being an heiress—felt the pressures of upholding her legacy. But she never once believed she was in danger. Until her car is chased and run off the road. Lily can't shake the feeling that the horrific crash was more than a random act of violence. It felt personal. As if someone wanted her to feel terrified and helpless.

With my magicae unleashed, I should be in the perfect position to harness the powers of a soul witch. My primordium is stronger than ever, and at Necos's castle, I'm finally safe—free to explore the true depths of my abilities without fear of exposure.

Jesamine (Jez) Jacobs is making waves and calling her own shots in the singer-songwriter circuit across the southwest of England. What she doesn't need is a snarky rock band owning the crowds she plays for. She has her own fans, and there's no way theirs will accept her. But when Ash Knightley, head of the country's leading artist management company, selects her to open this headlining band's next tour, she'll have to share a stage and play nice with the band members—the pack who sidelined her career three years earlier.

Rage and bloodlust have been the only things fueling my soul for the last one hundred years. Revenge has been the only thing holding my sanity together. Until his shadows curl around my throat and all I can think about is his revenge. I don't want to be loved, but he doesn't know the meaning of the word no.

Elzora has discovered the truth of her magicae. She's a soul witch, a type that's been hunted to extinction because they're too powerful. Not only does she need to learn all she can about this new world as quickly as possible, but she and her men must fight to keep her alive until she matures, when she'll be the unstoppable Primordial Queen. The crown has declared her the rightful ruler, the heir to Mitagus. When danger lurks around every corner and you're missing crucial bits of information, how do you gain the upper hand?

With his band Arcadia Echo, Grayson stole Briella's breath the day she first photographed them, thanks to his sensual eyes, soul-searching lyrics, and confident sensitivity wrapped in passionate talent. But his pack is Alphas known for waiting on the perfect Omega—someone who doesn't exist. Someone who isn't Briella.

I have a stalker. A masked man who watches me from the shadows. A guardian who says he's there to protect me—to help me heal from almost dying at the hands of another man. He says he's willing to do anything to help me move on. That I needn't be afraid of him. I agree to keep him my secret and share how much I'm truly struggling. In return, he guards me. Even if it means guarding me from himself.