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Amidst the competition, trials, and rivalries, some students seek to steal those legacies, aiming to be the first in their bloodline to rule. Twenty-one-year-old Severyn Blanche is the last sibling of five to keep her family among the powerful list of rulers in Verdonia when she's invited to the Serpent Academy to claim her title as her father's heir, amidst his shattering, frozen wards that threaten her home realm, becoming a barren land. Failure is not an option.

Before today there are only dark, shadowed memories I’m too scared to even think about. It doesn't take me long to find out no one escapes from the Island of the Damned, a hidden paranormal prison camp in the depths of Siberia. Especially not a chubby, boring, plain old human woman like me.

When billionaire Archer Gaines needs to escape his father's corrupt shadow and a related scandal, he purchases The Serendipity, a historic apartment building far from New York City. He believes in bottom lines and big business deals, definitely not in the local folklore surrounding the town of Serendipity Springs. So he's eager to move forward with plans to flip the building into luxury lofts. But The Serendipity doesn't particularly care what Archer believes, and the building has plans of its own.

Ciara is the best damn wedding planner this side of anywhere, but she's no thief. That's exactly what the sexy-ass dragon shifter has accused her of - stealing his treasure. She's going to steal something of his all right, his sanity, if he doesn't let her go so she can get back to giving couples their happy-ever-afters. It's the best way to ignore the fact she's sure she'll never get her own. Not with any man, or even a dragon.

Her: I wanted to have a pity party of one when I went for that beer. I never imagined I would meet a dark and dangerous man. That man took me on the wildest ride of my life. Literally and figuratively. He quickly became my entire world. Him: I didn't know I was looking for her. I saw her warming that bar stool and knew she would be mine. A man like me doesn't deserve the likes of her. But damned if I didn't take it. Her: When we met for the first time we didn't know that we already had a connection.

It doesn't feel real, yet here I am, boarding a private jet to their estate. But instead of arriving at a mansion to hors d'oeuvres and champagne, I awake injured and half frozen at the heart of the Alaskan wild after a terrible accident. That's where he finds me. Everett, the mountain man Alpha with the husky voice and warm scent. He carries me through the snow back to his cabin, where two more Alphas batten down the hatches for the storm of a century. There's Huck, who looks at me like I'm something to be cherished. And Dean, who seems to want to unravel me until I'm laid bare.

Mason Powell. Best friend. Boyfriend. Husband. Father. He's the young man you know but have never met. He's the man who chose love over friendship. He's the man who would do anything for his family and friends. He's the man who stepped up when someone wasn't there. He's the man who has a story to tell.

Snark. Jokes. Attitude. These were all things I used to disguise the hole in my heart. I'm not a happy person. I don't live life. I just exist. That is until that beautiful man rides in on his Harley Fat Boy and burns rubber on the way into my heart.

After graduation, I thought I’d be off to grad school, doing research on my favorite poet. Instead, I’m renovating my late grandmother’s home and posting about the process on Instagram. Talk about a detour… But here I am. Turning Gran’s beach house into a bed and breakfast; a process that would be a lot easier if I didn’t have to deal with the grumpy lawyer living next door. It doesn’t help that the night Jake and I met, I got a little tipsy, and he had to carry me back to my hotel.

The High King—now freed from his prison—continues to wreak havoc on the seven realms, but he made one wrong move. He kidnapped my best friend, and I'll stop at nothing to get him back. Even if it means holding the self-appointed king's cold dead heart in my bare hands. I've set out into the realm of monsters, and all is going according to plan until it's not, and I find myself allied with the last person in Hell I'd ever fight beside.

Charlee Jensen-Carter has been looking forward to her first Christmas with her new husband, Ryan, and her adorable stepson for weeks. Not only is her dad tying the knot, but she's looking forward to two weeks of no exes, no drama, and especially no trouble. At least that's what she thinks. First, she gets talked into wearing red hooker heels again. Next, she finds herself trying to save her dad's wedding. And if that isn't bad enough, more than one ex shows up, and she's suddenly in the middle of more trouble than she ever bargained for.

Several months ago, I was the queen of English Prep. The boys stopped in their tracks at the sight of my too-short plaid skirt, and the girls cowered behind their locker doors, envious of me ruling the halls with the most desired boy by my side. But the thing about queens? They often fall to their own demise. 

I had one thing on my mind and that was never going to change: The game. The only goal I had was beating the records set by my family. I didn’t have time for anything else. Until she walked in the room. The earth shifted, just like the stories said it would. I said it wouldn’t happen—not to me. I didn’t have the time, but now she was the only thing on my mind. I knew it was her. Now I had to convince her.

I've tried my whole life to curb my feelings for Liam, who is not my cousin, even if our family is like, well, family. After he brought a girlfriend home for the holidays last year, I decided it was high time for my crush to finally die. And since we haven't run into each other at all since then, it's been easy. (If not altogether effective.) Even our family stopped trying to push us together. But then Liam walks into my office just before Christmas, and I find out he'll be working here as a consultant. Oh—and he got special permission from my boss to have me directly under him.

Saved from the streets as a child, Elora spent her adolescent years in the care of seven vampires. As time goes by and she enters adulthood, emotions evolve into something unexpected.

Autumn LaRosa has been playing defense since the moment she met Julius Cunningham. After accepting a position as a meteorologist in Portland, she strives to make a good first impression. Then she meets the arrogant wide receiver who belittles her in front of her new friends. She could have walked off the sting of his bitter words, but he keeps showing up in her social circle.

Daphne Morelli is trapped in a gilded cage. She fought to escape her family, only to be caught by a billionaire. Possessive. Commanding. And determined to keep her. Emerson LeBlanc wants to own the little painter. She's become more than his obsession. She's part of his collection now. Except she's more perceptive than he'd like. Her artist's eye sees the shadows in him. She paints his pain on stretched canvas. He's determined to own her. She's determined to escape. In the end, only one of them can truly be free.

English Prep stands tall with its ivy-covered exterior and old, wrought-iron doors. The stone gargoyles sit at the school's entrance, knowing just as much as anyone: I don't belong. Once upon a time, I did. I belonged in the "it" crowd with all the other well-endowed kids, but now, I am no longer welcome.

I overhear their bet—who can get Coach's daughter in their bed first? I'm ready to bring the entire Bexley U hockey team to their knees. Instead of fleeing, I flirt. Instead of hiding, I run just so they'll chase me. Luring my father's players into a trap has a certain appeal to it. Except, Aasher isn't fooled by my feigned temptation. He has too much riding on a perfect season and has plans to join the NHL after winning the Frozen Four.

He wasn’t the one I was supposed to marry. He’s cold. Brutal. Calculating. To his family, I’m a strategic move in their war. To mine, an alliance offers protection against our enemies. Still, there’s something about him that calls to me. A dark edge threatens to revive me. His gaze steals my breath. Even if my heart thinks this could work, my brain knows better.