When people get too close to me, they wind up dead. Blood. Bullet holes. Stab wounds. I've kept my identity secret to protect the ones I love, but now the most dangerous man in my world knows exactly who I am...and he's coming for me. Hector Ramirez has brought war to my doorstep, but he won't win. I'll fight to defend the vulnerable. I'll kill to protect my club. But I'll die to save the woman I love.

A lot can happen in six months. A heart can break and heal countless times. A life can change so dramatically that it’s unrecognizable anymore. Sophia was a ghost, a made up pseudonym on a fake ID that helped Alexis buy beer. She was never meant to become a real person. She was never meant to live. Breathe. Hurt. Love. It’s funny how one moment can alter the course of a lifetime. Now Alexis is a ghost, and Sophia is all that remains. But what happens when the threats you’re terrified to acknowledge come true?

For Silver Parisi, life should be simpler than ever now that Jacob Weaving is behind bars. However, corruption runs deep within Raleigh's town limits, and in the end, power and money will turn even those sworn to serve and protect. Alex Moretti's never had anything to lose. Kicked from foster home to foster home, beaten, broken and abandoned, he's used to fighting for his own survival. The brutal challenges he's had to face have hardened him and made him a savage force to be reckoned with. 

Twisted. Sloane. How many times can a person fall down and still get back up? How many times can things go wrong before you just give up? I’ve lost everything. My home, my job, my purpose in life - everything has been turned upside down. But while life hasn’t exactly turned out the way I would have liked it to, I wouldn’t change a thing. If things were different, I wouldn’t have Lacey. I wouldn’t have Michael. But most importantly, I wouldn’t have him. I’ve realised what I feel.

Burn. Sloane. I’m not safe. I haven’t been safe for a while now. I ran to Zeth for protection, but Zeth is in danger himself. This is the closest I’ve come to finding my sister in two years. I can’t back down now. This is just another breezy weekend in the Californian desert. What could possibly go wrong in the next 48 hours? Fallen. Sloane’s life was supposed to get better when she found Alexis. Easier. Happier. Yet now she know her sister is safe, nothing’s gotten easier.

It's hard to remember what life was like before the dark-haired, dark-eyed devil waltzed into Silver's life and set fire to her soul. The town of Raleigh is gradually returning to normal after the painful losses it suffered. Jacob Weaving and his football f#@k boys are nothing but tainted memories in Silver's rear-view mirror. The halls of Raleigh High don't even inspire the same terror that they used to....

Hit me. Kick me. Hurt me. Hate me. There’s nothing that the students of Raleigh High can do to Silver Parisi anymore. Over the past year, she’s had to endure more pain and suffering than most people are asked to bear in their lifetimes. She’s a pariah, an outcast, a ghost. She’s also never been one to take shit lying down, though...despite what half the football team might say. With only 168 days left of the school year, it won’t be long until graduation, and Silver’s planning on skipping town and leaving Raleigh firmly in her rearview mirror. Until he comes along....

When Wren Jacobi sets eyes on Wolf Hall Academy’s newest inductee, all he sees is an easy mark. A reserved little girl with a target painted on her back. He knows nothing of my troubled past, though. Nothing of my mother’s suspicious death or the horrific treatment I’ve had to endure at the hands of my psychotic father. And he has no idea of the lengths that I, unassuming little Elodie Stillwater, will go to in order to break the savage beast who dreams of breaking me first. 

Riona Griffin is gorgeous, intelligent, and iron-willed. My perfect woman, except she hates my guts. She thinks she doesn’t need anybody. But she needs me. She’s being hunted by an assassin who never misses his mark. I’m going to stay by her side, day and night, keeping her safe. Riona thinks that’s a fate worse than death, but I know she’ll learn to love me. If this hit man wants to kill her, he’ll have to go through me first.

Port Royal, South Carolina, was my home. I was born there. I fell in love there. And I nearly died there. I never thought I'd go back. Now, after so many years, I have to return to bury the man who made my life a living hell. Some nights, I used to cry myself to sleep, praying my father would die. Other nights were different. Other nights, there was him. Callan Cross.

How to kick off a great summer in the Hamptons: Snag a gorgeous rental on the beach. Check. Get a job at a trendy summer haunt. Check. How to screw up a great summer in the Hamptons: Fall for the one guy with a dark leather jacket, scruff on his face, and intense eyes that doesn’t fit in with the rest of the tony-looking crowd. A guy you can’t have when you’ll be leaving at the end of the season. Check. Check. Check. 

How to screw up a great summer in the Hamptons: Sleep with your boss. Check. Blow all your money on a rental you can’t afford. Check. How to walk away from a man you fall in love with at the end of a summer: I’ll let you know when I figure it out.

I only meant to steal a car. I didn't know I was stealing a girl, too. Until the most gorgeous face I'd ever seen popped up in the rear-view mirror. I fell hard, fast, and forever.... But she tore out my heart - left me alone and bleeding. How can I forget her, when I have to see that damned perfect face on billboards and magazines? It's torture. Nine long years. I thought I moved on. Then I saw her in the flesh....

To be “just friends” with a guy, you’ve got to follow The Rules: Don’t touch him unnecessarily. Don’t share your intimate dreams with him (even if he asks). Don’t kiss him, and definitely don’t sleep with him. Scout Dunne and I have been “just friends” since childhood. I’m one of the few people who knows the first-round NFL draft pick wants more than a life of sports.

You're not supposed to want the one who torments you. When my stepbrother, Elec, came to live with us my senior year, I wasn't prepared for how much of a jerk he'd be. I hated that he took it out on me because he didn't want to be here. I hated that he brought girls from our high school back to his room. But what I hated the most was the unwanted way my body reacted to him.