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Tales you win. Heads you lose. And the fighters of Tales never lose. The men my father ruled were his faithful soldiers sworn to protect the club, him, me. Until one day, his most loyal soldier, Beast, makes a decision that changes my story forever. But this is no fairy tale and I don't own a crown. This is real life. Bloody, violent, and filled with alpha men who use their fists to settle every dispute. And if the man who calls me Princess thinks he can break my heart and get away with it, he can think again.

Arden, Lorcan, and Carrick are the men everyone fears... They are known as the Deana-dhe. Dealing in debts, they steal information and manipulate. To them, I am Cyn. I'm their original sin. The mute girl they never wanted to be drawn to. The girl who put a spell on them, who became their cailleach. You see, I'm a modern-day witch skilled in the art of alchemy. A long time ago, I made a deal with the Deana-dhe, and they're back to cash in on my debt. If I'm the apple they never wanted to take a bite out of, then they're the snakes willing to use me for their own gain.

My dream of becoming prima ballerina is dead. Dropped by the Royal Ballet, I return home to my empty house in Cornwall with nothing but ghosts, and memories of a past I am desperate to forget. It takes months of depression before I pull myself out of the bleakness and attempt to start living again. With a new job as an assistant to the wealthy but elusive Sachov family, I find myself caught up in a tangled web of desire, pain, and sexual awakening that will either destroy me entirely or bring me back to life. My name is Rose, and I am their muse.

The devil has taken Ciera's sister. To save her, she has to travel through all nine circles of his domain, filled with demons, monsters, and sinners. Luckily, she's not alone. Accompanied by a fallen angel, a werewolf, and a hellhound, she ventures further into the lands of the dead than any human ever before. But there's a reason the living are not supposed to be in Hell, and with every circle, there are more enemies to overcome.

We kidnapped her. A payment for a debt. A very personal one. With our father, “The Collector”, dead, we are the heirs to a twisted dynasty with nothing but revenge in our hearts, blood on our hands, and darkness in our souls. The Dancer we stole is our captive to play with, to possess, to ruin. And we will destroy her.

It's been five years since the Breakers and I got back together. Five years since we opened our club, Twisted Bullet. Five years of laughter, love, passion, and a home with each other.

Dance has always been the answer to everything. It soothed my soul, it kept me sane, and it gave me purpose. It brought the Breakers back to me. It healed us. This time, dance isn’t enough. It’s time to face our enemies. It’s time I fight back. But at what cost? My soul? The death of everyone I care about?

We're the Deana-dhe. We're the men everyone fears... Or so we had thought until the Skull Brotherhood steals the one thing more precious to us than anything else. Cyn. Our talented healer. Our original sin. Our soulmate. To get her back, we're forced to seek the help of our enemies. Putting aside our need for revenge for the sake of the woman we love, we work together to find her. But when we do, she's not the same woman. Broken by her experience, we must find a way to heal her or lose her forever. Cyn fixed our hearts; now it's time we fix hers.

We kidnapped her. She was our revenge. She fought against our darkest desires. She shone a light on our pitch black souls. She became our mirror. She made us see.

Once upon a time, it ran through their veins, too: Xeno, York, Zayn, and Dax. The Breakers and I were a crew until bad decisions and circumstance ripped us apart. Now the Breakers are back. And they’ve brought trouble. They’re not here at the Stardom Academy to dance. They’re here on a mission for Jeb, the leader of the Skins. He wants something. And me? I’m just a pawn in their game.

Once upon a time Tales was my home. I was the second in command and the best goddamn fighter the club had ever seen. I fought. I won. Every. Damn. Time. Until one day I lost while trying to protect the princess from the true monster of this f\*cked-up fairy tale. She shunned me, sent me away. Now I’m back to tell her the truth, not some tale full of half-truths and lies. I’ll do whatever it takes to win her over, because if there’s one thing I know for sure, it’s that this beast’s heart only beats for one woman: the Queen of Tales.

Our pain and hurt bled out with every movement, with every step across the dance floor. The Breakers never expected to love me again and I never believed we could get past our pain. Yet here we are. My Breakers are mine once more.

Dance is in my blood. It’s what keeps me sane, out of trouble. It used to keep them out of trouble, too - a group of boys I grew up with. Xeno, York, Zayn, and Dax. We were a crew once. and we ruled the clubs. Separately we were insanely good; together we were unbeatable. F--king on fire. I was their girl, and they were my breakers. Until they did something they promised they never would: broke my heart.

For Louisa, the Christmas period has never been full of joy and cheer, unless you counted a drunk mother and her trail of deadbeat boyfriends. So when she gets the opportunity to become a chalet girl in the resort of Alpe d'Huez in the French Alps she jumps at the chance. Only she gets more than she bargained for when her assigned family turn out to be three hot bachelor brothers with a penchant for partying and women. When Louisa is asked to join the brothers on a trip to a remote log cabin high up in the mountains, she has no choice but to go or risk losing her job.

He told me I was his muse. He lied. Anton Sachov, the artist, the man who only sees in monochrome. He wants something from me. Something precious; the meadow green of my eyes, the rich mahogany of my hair, the creamy white of my skin, the stark red of my blood, even the darkness of my soul. And he will do anything to get them.

Erik Hadley is a gifted violinist with a dark past and an even more troubled soul. His only place of safety, a glass room built to protect others from his violent outbursts. But it's nothing more than a prison, and I have every intention of setting him free. It won't be easy. There are those who want to keep him imprisoned, who want to keep him from me and a life beyond those walls. I can't let that stand, I won't. Will I be able to sever the strings that hold his mind hostage? Am I strong enough to cast that first stone?

With a loan shark at her door, can Louisa accept the protection of the brothers Freed? After her mother's sudden death, abandoning the brothers Freed in the French Alps had been a knee-jerk reaction. Now she is alone once more. When a loan shark comes knocking on her door demanding payment for her mother's debt, Louisa finds herself in danger from a merciless criminal.

Can love keep them together or will tragedy tear them apart? Louisa never thought she’d find happiness, let alone a family who want to love her, but that’s exactly what she got in the arms of the Freed brothers. Finally able to put her past behind her, Louisa travels to Thailand with Max, Bryce, and Hudson for a well earned holiday. It was supposed to be the perfect getaway, a chance to strengthen their blossoming relationship but when tragedy strikes a wedge is forced between them all, and their love is tested to its limit.

A symphony is made up of four parts.... That's us. Ivan, the pained ex-ballet dancer. Anton, the unpredictable artist. Erik, the damaged violinist. And me, Rose, their muse. The one. Together they cracked open my heart, they made me feel. Our love story isn't made up of fairy tales. It's dark, twisted, but, oh, so beautiful. And no one, not even the woman who tried to kill me, is going to destroy what we have. This is our final story, this is our symphony. Are you ready to listen?

The devil has taken her sister. Now she's going to bring her back. Luckily, she's not alone: An angel with a dark past. A wolf with anger issues. A hellhound who's actually quite cuddly.