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I'm nobody special. Just a healer in a small village. The only girl in a house full of rowdy boys. But then I stumble across an injured dragon, save his life, and everything changes. My dragon decides that we'll go to the Dragon Rider Academy and become great warriors together. There's just one problem. All dragon riders are male, and all dragons are female. Considering I break their most basic rules just by existing, no one is exactly rolling out the welcome mat for me. Especially not the three darkly handsome princes who run the academy.

I had a pack. A home. A family. And they took everything from me. So now they’re going to pay. The hunt to save my remaining pack members and punish those that hurt us was my sole goal until I was forced to team up with a group of ex-military men. I want to hate these men, like I hate the rest of the world, but they understand fear, pain, and loss just as I do. It feels like every step we take together, a bond solidifies between us that I don’t understand. But not everything is as it seems. As we work together to find my people, something terrible becomes clear.

I’ve been taken by demons. Taken might be a strong word, but rescued doesn’t exactly sound right either. As an angel, we should be mortal enemies. In fact, I should kill them and send them straight back to hell. Only, my memories are a little fuzzy. My wings have been torn off. And, it seems, the angels want me dead. So, what’s a girl to do? For now, I’m going to try to stay alive. But eventually, I need to figure out why these three demons seem to adore me. And also, what side I’m on now. If I’m not an angel, and I’m falling for demons, what does that make me? Hunted by everyone, it seems.

One moment I was having an epic girls’ night, the next I was being hauled away in handcuffs… But that was just the beginning. When I tapped into incredible powers I never knew I had that wild night, I suddenly became the target of a dangerous ruler. He believes that with me by his side, he’ll rule the world. Unfortunately for him, I have three handsome mates who aren’t about to give me up. My dragon shifter will burn the world down before he lets someone else have me. My mutant, with a heart of gold, will fight with his last breath to protect me.

No one ever told me what to do if I ended up 40-something, divorced, and jobless. When my ex knocks at my door with his new girlfriend, I somehow manage to turn them into toads. But that's not possible, right? Still, my ex-husband's car is in the driveway, and he's nowhere to be found. Which doesn't look great for me. So I do the only rational thing I can think of...I run for it, straight back to the small town I grew up in. Mystic Hollow is exactly the way I remember it, except now it seems that everything I thought was normal and boring is supernatural.

I'm not the witch my husbands think I am. I'm about as good at magic as I am at flirting, which is pretty darn bad. Still, I'm going to try to save them. Not just because it's the only way to save myself but because I want to. There's no life for me back home, but maybe, just maybe, if I can show my husbands I'm useful, their lingering touches and heated looks will become so much more… maybe their love will even bring me the home I've always longed for.

Don't swim in my waters... I've got a bad reputation, and all because of my jackass brother. Yes, I'm known as the mother of all sea monsters. And yes, I can control powerful creatures who kill and destroy on my command. But no, I'm not actually in charge, I'm my brother's slave. So, life sucks just about as much as it possibly can. At least that's what I thought until my brother decides I'm more useful sacrificed to angry sea dragons who despise mermaids.

I came to The Selection against my will. I don’t want an alpha. Alphas cause pain. Alphas take what they want and they don’t give a darn about anyone else. The last thing I want is to have one claim me, and I’ll do whatever it takes to escape these games without one at my side. Which is exactly when I meet Ezra and Cayson. They make me laugh. Make me feel protected for the first time since the day my brother was murdered. Even make me wonder what life would be like with alphas claiming me as their own.

As a human, the fae see me as no better than something they scrape off their shoes. I'm good enough to wipe their butts and clean their sheets, but that's about it. So when I lose my job as a maid, I get the fun choice of either becoming a whore or starving to death—until a fae prince presents me with a plan involving a magical spell that will make the world believe I'm his mate. I don't trust the prince one bit, but left with no other choice, I agree. Only, the spell goes wrong and instead of matching with just him, I'm matched with all four of the fae princes.

When I meet a psychic in Mystic Hollow, I'm skeptical. Even though, you know, I've accepted most of the supernatural world. But who could blame me when the psychic acts like a stereotype from a really corny show? Yet when our hands touch, everything changes. Suddenly, I'm seeing ghosts all over our little town. And when they realize I can see them, I become the karmic justice for far too many ghosts. Just another crazy day in my life though, right? Wrong. When one of the ghosts wants revenge against one of my witchy pals, I find myself trying to dive into the dark past of our town.

They say love makes you weak. They’ve never met the men who make me strong. I’m the only female berserker in existence. A living weapon wrapped in prophecy. They say whoever wins my heart will gain unimaginable power, and now a dark king is determined to claim me as his own. But three men stand between me and his darkness. A dragon shifter who burns for me like fire. A broken mutant who looks at me like I’m his salvation. And a haunted warrior, and my oldest friend, who reminds me what love once felt like. Together, we might survive the prophecy. Together, we might even change it.

In my new life, no one knows my darkest secret. No one knows what I became after death. I doubt the charming male nurse would give me a second look if he knew the truth. I doubt my dominating boss, who I made the mistake of sleeping with, would be quite so possessive of me. And I know the sexy doctor wouldn’t spend all his time flirting with me if he knew.

My mother sold me to the shifters, all in the name of peace. For more than a century, the witches and shifters have been at war. So when my mother came home with the news that peace had been struck between us, I should've known better. Warning bells should have been ringing in my head, but they weren't. It wasn't until the shifters came for me that I knew better.

Apparently, the best time to ask someone a life-or-death question is when they're fresh from being kidnapped and tired as hell. Who knew? Now, my princes are gone to a terrible place, and it's up to me to bring them back. To do so, not only do I need to learn to survive in a new world of darkness and lies, but I need to decide how I feel and what I want for my life. Rescuing the princes is only the first step. Agreeing to turn this fake marriage into a real one is the next—if I can handle it. And then? Well, I need to figure out if I can be the wife to four men tricked by a potion.

Being the daughter of a wraith means that death is in my veins. It also means that just because I happen to be found around a lot of dead bodies doesn't mean I'm a serial killer. But try to get the jackass Supernatural Enforcers to believe that. The thing is, I can't tell them what I am, because according to the paranormal world I'm an "abomination" that would need to be killed. So, I have no good excuse for all the crime scene appearances. Which leads me to Nightmare Penitentiary, my lovely new home.

Look away if you want to live... My life is a giant crap pile with a cherry thrown on top. I'm an immortal woman cursed to kill people with just a glance. And now I've been kidnapped by three mouthwateringly sexy gargoyles, who I'm pretty sure want me dead. But it gets better... While I'm trying to make the best of being a prisoner, guarded by yummy eye-candy, I'm also being dragged on a dangerous mission. One that throws me right back into a world which has haunted me for far too long. And if history repeats itself, might end in some seriously twisted scenarios. Things don't look good for me.

My ex-boyfriend and his two best friends have a plan to escape. One they’re willing to include me in. They say something is hunting the criminals in this place, and that our only chance at survival is to get free. But freedom has a price. And we’ll pay it over and over again.

Everyone hates a harpy... For the record, I don't drag people to Hades. I'm not a guardian of the Underworld. And I'm not an evil monster. I'm just... a shifter who happens to control birds. Dangerous? Yes. A monster? No. Unfortunately, most people disagree with me. For some stupid reason. So, it's no surprise when monster hunters, the stoic gargoyles themselves, track me down. What is a surprise? The gargoyles are kind of sexy. But unfortunately, they haven't kidnapped me for bedroom fun. They want to use my abilities to stop a curse and save a town. Easy right?

My mates have all the wooing power of a badger with diarrhea, so it's no surprise when I'm not exactly eager to bend over and become their bride. Not that their ridiculously bad moves are entirely to blame. I'm quaking in my cheap boots at just the thought of having four husbands. One is bad enough, am I right? Except when I decide to run for it to get a little space, I'm kidnapped and taken on the adventure of a lifetime. Now, I'm not even sure if the men I rejected over and over are coming to get me, or if I'm doomed.