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My fresh start is finally around the corner—but so is the man standing in the middle of the f*cking road. He could’ve died when I hit him, and his two friends are downright furious. But instead of pressing charges, they offer me a deal: work for them for six months, and they’ll let it go. Their secluded mountain estate is vast and beautiful. Full of stolen artifacts and dark secrets.

Morally black. Unhinged. Killers. Corvus, Rook, and Grey – the Crows. Bred in a world of gang wars, violence, and secrets, they rule the bloody town of Thorn Valley and all the people in it…too bad for me, I’ve never been good at kissing ass or keeping quiet. Even if their black souls awaken something inside of me I thought was long dead, I can’t break. I won’t.

After Dad cut me off, it was time to start over, far away from my past. New city. New university. New life. A whole new me. Too bad they seem hellbent on ruining my plans. The Kings of Kilborn have set their sights on me, threatening to ruin everything I've built for myself. Kaleb is the broken prince, drowning himself in booze and women to fill the dark void within. Hardin is his quietly menacing older brother, with an intense stare that follows me wherever I go. Despised. Desired. Stalked. I try to hate them, but their unyielding attention and rough touches make me feel so alive.

The final book in the Arcane Arts Academy is finally here. Finish the story of Harper Hawkins and her mates today!...

This place and these men have seeped into me, and not even my blades can cut them out. But Rook, Corvus, and Grey aren’t the only ones keeping me up at night. There’s Diesel St. Crow, an imminent gang war, and an anonymous shadow from my past. Each one clinging to my bones as irrevocably as my own shadow. Any of them could be the end of me unless I do something about it. It’s time for me to show them I’m not a toy to be played with. I’m not just Ava Jade Mason anymore. I am Sparrow. I am Ghost. I am AJ. I am the queen they’ve all been waiting for. And what do queens do?

Bred in a world of gang wars, violence, and secrets, they rule the bloody town of Thorn Valley and all the people in it...too bad for me, I’ve never been good at kissing ass or keeping quiet. Even if their savage spirits awaken something inside of me I thought was long dead, I can’t break. I won’t. They think they scare me, that I’ll run and hide, but the joke’s on them. The Crows aren’t the first monsters I’ve faced, and they won’t be the last. There are worse evils out there waiting to take their stab at Ava Jade Mason. I say, let them try.

No matter what I say, both the Arcane Authorities and the Arcane Council deny any witch involvement in the kidnapping and slaughter of the shifters and vampires.

The polished metal stakes strapped to my thighs have pierced the hearts of so many vampires I’ve lost count. And after five years, I still haven’t found him - the vamp with one blue eye and one brown. The one who slaughtered my mother and left me, a child, to sit screaming in a pool of her still-warm blood. With any luck, he’ll come to me. You see, I’ve made something of a name for myself with my trade. It seems more and more of the bloodsucking bastards seek to find me every day. Each of them wanting to be the one to say they plucked the Black Rose.

Warped Minds is the fourth and final book in the Boys of Briar Hall series and should be listened to after Twisted Games.

I was sick of being the girl who ran so this time I stayed. For them. Hardin and Kaleb. But now, thanks to Aodhan, there's a target on my back. I thought I could trust him, but he threw me to the wolves. It doesn't matter what he's done to try to fix it; I should hate him. I should…but I can't.

The trials will last 60 days. They can happen anytime, anyplace, and anyone or anything is fair game. I won’t see them coming. I’ll need to be ready at all times. Prepared to fight, to steal, to save, and to kill at Diesel St. Crow’s command. While I sit on standby, he’s ordered his sons to keep an eye on me, and they’ve become my own personal wardens. But as truths are dragged out of the shadows and new dangers emerge, I may be forced to accept that they are more than armed roadblocks in my path. They might also be my only hope of survival.

After my volatile magic nearly killed a bunch of mortals, I thought for sure I'd be carted off to Kalzir prison, but they sent me here instead. Gave me shackles under the guise of mercy for my crimes. As if that wasn't bad enough, there are wolf shifters in the woods on campus, secrets hidden in the walls, and a hot teacher who may or may not want me as much as I want him. But dangerous distractions aside, I'm about to find out that some secrets have claws and if I'm not careful, these ones will swallow me whole.

I thought I had it bad—living in my dead Dad’s old hunting blind in the woods, staying alive on apples and ramen…that was before the storm hit and destroyed the only form of shelter I had left. Enter, Jared. The hottest—and most unavailable—guy at school. Except he wasn’t Jared when he pulled me out of the mud. He wasn’t even human. As if that wasn’t unsettling enough, when he brought me back to his cabin, I found he wasn’t alone. Another guy, one I’d only ever heard about in whispers, was there too. Clayton Armstrong: bad boy extraordinaire. And it turned out, he wasn’t human either.

Want to know what's worse than being torn away from everything you knew? Try finding out that everything you knew was a lie. Yeah. That's where I'm at. Turns out there's a lot I didn't know. About myself. My parents. Hell, about everything. It seems like for every answer I find, I'm handed two new questions—ones even more difficult to unravel than the last. I'm done with secrets. Finished with lies. It's time for some damned truth for once.

The explosive conclusion to The Last Vocari series is here. Follow Rose as she takes her place among the monsters she once hunted to fight her greatest battle yet.

Finding out I'm descended from royalty should have been like winning the lottery. Except I got all of the renown and none of the spoils. That's what it means to be related to the dark prince. Still reeling, I throw myself into uncovering more about my dark heritage. Meanwhile, Cal and Adrian try to solve a mystery of their own. Shifters from other packs are going missing...and all the evidence points to witches.

I’m not just Allie Grace anymore. A beast slumbers beneath the surface of my skin. I have new urges and impulses. Not to mention a hot temper that flares up at the slightest provocation. But that’s not all—apparently, I’m also mated. It’s like a part of my soul has been sucked out, cleaved in two, and deposited into Jared and Clay. The strange otherworldly force tying us together is all but impossible to ignore. I try my best, though. At least until other packs catch wind of the new wolf in Forest Grove. The one who has not yet chosen her pack.

I hated Ryland from the start. Now that he’s my alpha, hate is nowhere near a strong enough word. I’m barely holding on as it is, I don’t need him barking orders at me every chance he gets. Layla and Viv aren’t speaking to me, and I mean, I can’t really blame them. Each day brings them closer to a full moon that could change them both forever. And there’s nothing I can do to stop it. At least I have Jared and Clay. I think we may have found the answer to our little mate bond problem and I finally feel…happy.

After the shitstorm in the streets of Baton Rouge, one thing has become startlingly clear: I’m not safe, and as long as I’m still breathing, I may never be. I could accept that if it didn’t also jeopardize the safety of my guys. I wish I could walk away...save them. I can’t. The bonds we’ve formed won’t be easily severed. Our lives are fused together now, for better or worse. Even unto death.

I’ve been captured. Don’t even get me started on how pissed off I am. My rage is raging. Azrael is the most powerful vampire I’ve ever encountered, and I hate knowing I can’t beat him. He’s brought me to this creepy cave because he thinks he can synthesize a cure for vampirism from my pure Vocari blood. I think he’s insane.
Doesn’t really matter, though. If I don’t do what Azrael wants, he says he’s going to hurt my guys. I can’t allow that. With no other option, I decide to be a good little Rose until I can find a way out of this mess.