They bound me. Led me into sin. Twisted my heart and soul. But they didn't break me. By a stroke of fate, I've won my freedom...and the dark half of the Seventh Circle. All it took was betraying the prince who held me captive. Belial's anger burns hotter than the fires of hell, but I won't rest until I've won my Nephilim mate from him, even if being his enemy tears at my heart.

It’s never a good combo to be broke and desperate. You do stupid things. Like accidentally sign your soul over to hell. When I interviewed for a new security job, I didn’t bat an eye that it was for a literal graveyard shift...headstones and all. I mean, at the hourly rate they were offering, who cares? I got this. Turns out, I’m not guarding a graveyard like I thought. It seems I’ve just walked my broke ass into protecting a gate to hell. Yeah...I don’t got this.

It was an ordinary job. Another night, another asshole collector of the supernatural. I free some poor little beasties from their cages, pocket a few trinkets to pay my bills, and burn the place down on my way out. Just call me the Robin Hood of monster emancipation. I didn’t count on three manly monsters following me home like lost puppies. Stunningly hot lost puppies, but still. Now I’ve got a seductively cheeky incubus, a sweetly enthusiastic demon, and a grimly stoic angel camped out in my kitchen. 

Growing up in Emerald Lakes, population 682, had been safe and comfortable. Running my own magic shop and making a living off my green witchcraft, I have no complaints. Sure, there’s my ex, who never understood the word "no", but there’s also the lovable and eccentric townspeople who feel more like one huge extended family, and let’s not forget my boy-crazed Gran who keeps us all on our toes. Strange, unnatural things are brewing in Emerald Lakes, and I can’t ignore the sinking suspicion that something life-changing is headed my way. 

No one knew who had abandoned the gray-eyed baby with fiery red hair and a cry loud enough to make a man's nuts retract. I moved to Arbor Falls to find myself. Little did I know I'd be thrown into a world I didn't know existed. A world with wolves at each other's throats and enough pack politics to make my head spin.

When I moved to New York after a bad divorce, I planned to reinvent myself. I just had no idea the "new me" would be a vampire. Or that the three (yes, three!) vampires who turned me would be the hottest, most frustrating men I’d ever met. Now, creepy shadow monsters are stalking me, and I don’t know why. But teaming up with these dangerously sexy brothers may be my best chance for survival, even though being around them does weird things to my heart.

Gather round close, for I have a secret to tell. Late at night, while everyone is sleeping, dreaming of white knights and fairytales. I'm making friends with the monsters. They call to me, like finds like, right? My biggest secret, I'm the scariest monster I know. I think I'm the bad guy.

A chance encounter with a stranger who has the most breathtaking violet eyes changes Olivia Campbell’s world. Just a warm smile and a quick flash of dimples is all it takes to capture her interest in Jase Dior. Olivia wonders if her luck has finally returned. She soon finds out Jase collects things - pretty girls, to be precise. A glimpse of her sultry honey hair in an alley excites him. He must have her. And he isn’t taking "No" for an answer. Jase sweeps Olivia off the streets to the Veil Isles - a mystical and hidden land ruled by the only dragon coven left in the world.

He’s a criminal with no conscience. The whisper of a name. A faceless stranger... A man content to dwell in the shadows of his underworld. I’m the light to his dark: an investigative reporter intent on exposing dangerous men like him. We were worlds apart until I caught his attention. Now I’m his captive, kept at the whim of a devil with no kindness or morality. I may be an innocent, but I have my secrets too. For years I’ve been fighting a private war with the illegal drugs trade, with the cartel responsible for murdering my brother.

As a peasant, I was forced to work the jewel mines in order to survive. My life was hard, but my worries were few: Affording food to eat, and keeping my pet sloth out of harm’s way. But when a chance encounter with a stranger concludes with me obtaining the power of the gods, suddenly my whole world changes. When the Storm King finds out - and trust me, he always finds out - he plans to make me a princess by marrying me off to one of his four sons.

My one piece of advice: Never kiss a stranger. See, I kind of kissed this sexy man at the bar on a dare once, and it turns out he’s a royal fae destined to be my mate. Now, I’ve been dragged to the Elemental Fae Academy to control the powers I unlocked that night. So, kissing? Yeah, that won’t happen again. Nope. Lesson learned.

Since I was born, I was destined to be one thing - the Alpha’s mate. It should be every girl’s dream. Not mine, though. He’s too dark and damaged, and I’ve got a secret he can never know: I’m not a true wolf. Instead of waiting for him to figure out that I’m an abomination, I left on my 15th birthday. But I didn’t go far. No way in hell would I let him drive me from the town I love. Ten years later, I’m still hiding in plain sight. When I occasionally see him on the street - deadly, sexy, powerful - I just walk by. Keep my head down. Until that night.

After I challenged the Blood Council's four shifter heirs at a college party, the last thing I expected was to receive a full scholarship and an admittance letter from the exclusive Wolf Moon Academy. Despite never desiring to be an alpha, this was an opportunity of a lifetime...or so I thought. I soon learned that there was more behind my admission to the Academy than my education. I was there to be a lesson to the heirs - in particular, the sexiest and strongest one, Liam Hale.

I'm not so different from most people. Like everyone else, I have life goals. Goal #1: Become a real girl instead of this invisible ghost thing I currently am. Goal #2: Convince the four men I've been haunting for the past five years to pick me to be their new toy after goal one is complete. Goal #3: Figure out who/what I am and why I can't remember anything past the five years I've been haunting this quad. Goal #4: Eat popcorn. See? Perfectly normal. Sort of. Gotta start small, after all. It's not like anyone else is perfect either.  

On the run from my cruel captors, I stumble into Grayhaven. This secret supernatural settlement is packed with biker demons, fae royals, and witches dealing in death-magic. Their small town could be my salvation...or doom. But when the Grayhaven werewolf pack tracks me down, I feel the noose of impending capture tightening around my throat. I’m an omega, the least dominant werewolf in the supernatural world. If I’m given an order - any order - I’m powerless to refuse.