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I did not intentionally get my butt stuck to a frozen toilet seat. I did not mean to spray my favorite singer in the face with pepper spray. Promise: I'm just a fangirl, not a stalker. Pop-rock band, Inked Pages, has just rescued this failed bookshop owner from a desolate rest stop. These four spicy rockstars plan to drop me off at home and skedaddle to their ultra-viral holiday concert. But the blizzard is a Christmas miracle in disguise.

These forgotten witches aren't too wicked to fall for. A coven of shadows with a curse on my heart and my house. They bake f*cked-up cupcakes in my kitchen and unalive influencers in my front yard. These men make zombies out of their own relatives, and a panting mess out of their own wife. The Witchwoods are a violent stain on the world. Eradicating that blight is worth the dirty, rotten things we do. With a second coven's sacrifice, we can close the gate. Locking the Hag Wytch in her supernatural prison has to be easier with more witches.

I accidentally married three witch stalkers. They've escaped perpetual hell, courtesy of yours truly. They've also gone viral with their annoying thirst trap asses in leather. #theWitchwoodBoys Fine. The power of magic is worth the price.

They tricked me into a dark and unholy union. Three bastards in witch hats, leather pants, and iron masks. These supernatural stalkers have claimed me for their coven. They won't go away. These assholes will. not. leave. All because I fell for an urban legend: touch the Witch's Tree on a moonless night and discover magic. Wholesome magic like: kinky rituals, blood sacrifice, and jizz potions. Oh, and a forest god who eats people—while they're still alive and screaming. Send help, and I'll send cupcakes.

Senior year is my year. This year, I'm going to bring down my enemies. This year, I'm going to run my tongue along the blade of vengeance and taste blood. The Havoc Boys are mine, and we were here first. You don't mess with a Havoc Girl without paying the price. You don't start a rebellion without a little bloodshed. My boys and I don't mind using two wrongs to make a right - I just hope our brewing obsession with one another doesn't kill us all first.

I’m the queen to a dirty throne of men and mania, a dissenter who's supposed to be a quiet accomplice to the Death by Daybreak Motorcycle Club. The four wicked men I’ve summoned are like the Horsemen of the Apocalypse—albeit dressed in leather and riding chrome stallions—and I’m the last judgement, bringing the end of the world as the club knows it. Only, it’s with my own hands bathed in blood and betrayal.

I'm the princess to a dirty throne of motorcycles and madness, daughter of the president of the Death by Daybreak Motorcycle Club. My father's four closest officers—men dressed in blood and death and sin—they're my honor guard, cloaked in leather vests and tattoos. Only, there's nothing honorable about them at all. They're all wrong for me. Every motorcycle club has its old ladies. These guys...they share one. They share me .

Bubble-tea-obsessed college girl Lakelynn Frost has 365 days to make the world's most famous pop star fall in love with her. If she can't do it, an old family curse will kill them both. It might be a problem since she can't get tickets to any of his sold-out concerts. Should Lake chase after him with only her grumbly brother Joules for company? Check items off her bucket list like Uncle Jack? Plan her own funeral like Aunt Clara? But Lake's a fighter. And this curse? It comes with magical meet-cutes.

Finding out your serial killer dad wants you to un-alive your boyfriends … Well, it sucks. Even worse if one of those guys is lying when he says he loves you. The worst when two of them are lying to your face. If all three of them do it … game over. I might be known as Gamer Girl, but I wasn’t prepared for this. Choice and betrayal. Romance and death. Mostly, consequences and hard truths. Coming out of this alive will be a miracle; surviving with my heart intact is impossible. Oh, and my summer vacation? Total disaster. The beginning of junior year? Complete nightmare.

There’s one girl you don’t mess with at Prescott High, not unless you want them to come for you. Those dirty, rotten Havoc Boys might be a gang to everyone else, but they’re family to me. My f--kbuddy. My first love. My husband. My challenger. My confidante. There’s trouble brewing in the halls of our high school, and it’s spilling into the streets.

The secret is out. I’m officially dating the entire Student Council, but that’s not the only thing that’s outside the norm at Adamson All-Boys Academy. Nah, I think the murders are a bit more remarkable, although my dad might disagree. He’s not exactly thrilled with my fake fiancé or the other four boys who make my pulse race. With two current students dead and three attackers on my tail, it looks like I’m next. The fact that I’m a target isn’t in question, but are the people closest to me involved somehow? Everyone’s a suspect—my family, my classmates, even my new boyfriends.

Finding out you’re the daughter of a famous serial killer isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. My father—the Seattle Slayer—is charismatic, intelligent, and charming. He’s also trying to teach me to kill people, so…his good qualities don’t seem to matter much. He’s kidnapped my boyfriend, a guy that I used to hate but grew to love. Parrish, I’m coming for you. I’ll do anything—anything—to keep you safe. Starting a new life as the most hated girl in Whitehall Prep was not in my gameplan.

Brynn of Haversey has some ghostly problems, but luckily she has six potential lovers to make it all a bit easier....

There's one heart you can’t break at Prescott High, not unless you’re one of them. The Havoc Boys. They’re my family, my redemption, and my future. Victory at Prescott High has always meant escape. Once upon a time, that meant graduation and a one-way ticket out of town. But everything is different now. This year, my life changed in irrevocable ways. The Havoc Boys have a Havoc Girl; they have a queen who wears her crown with pride. I’ll need every ounce of strength I possess to dig us out of an early grave.

I’m the salvation for the dirty throne of the city’s underworld, the only person who can secure a future for the Death by Daybreak Motorcycle Club. There are few people in this world whom I can trust—a mafia brat, a soon-to-be nun, and four lascivious demons—but that’ll have to be enough, or we’ll all burn together in glorious flame. Only, there’s no telling what my father will do now that he knows the truth.

There’s one mistake you don’t make at Prescott High, not unless you want me to ruin you. Do not touch my beautifully broken Havoc Boys. Harbin, Fadler, Channing-Blackbird, Montauk, and Park. Death stalks the halls of Prescott High. Once upon a time, my best friend betrayed me. For over a year, I let that two-faced bitch go. But not anymore. This time, she’s stirred up the devil in me.

Finding out you’re in love with three impossible boys isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. The stepbrother. The boyfriend’s best friend. The sister’s ex. Life would be complicated enough if we didn’t have to navigate a social circle populated with serial killers. My father has gathered a loyal group of monsters around himself like a shield. There’s the black widow, the arsonist, the mild-mannered poet with a penchant for blood, the crooked cop, and, of course, the Seattle Slayer. Maintaining three new romances is nearly as dangerous a proposition.

Choose between the rich boys. I’d rather face the harpies than make that choice. How can my four years at Burberry Prep really be coming to an end? No, Tristan, Zayd, Creed, Zack, and Windsor are everything to me right now. My strength, my passion, my heart, my empathy, my joy. Love is a cruel master, but I have no one to blame for this but myself.

He needs me to play the role of fake fiancée to appease his family of tentacle-tailed cops. I'll keep up the charade as long as I need if it means being reunited with Abraxas and Rurik. It shouldn't be too hard, right? To play pretend…My life force is now inextricably tied to handsome, gun-totin' Officer Hyt. But do you know what happens if my new in-laws find out that I'm mated to three different males? Intergalactic war, that's what.

Dearest Listener…. My story is cancelled. Sharing my words thus far has only put us both in danger. It’s better to just call the whole thing off, before somebody gets hurt. Or maybe, just maybe, you are the one who keeps spilling my secrets. That it? You sold me out? I knew it; I knew I couldn’t trust you.