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Tyler Carter Jennings is an enigma. Charged with the task of guarding the Ravenhood as well as every secret of those who belong to it, he keeps those burdens, along with his past and personal heartbreak, to himself. As a highly trained Marine and tactical reckoning force, there's never been a situation he couldn't handle... until her.

In the world of the shifter elite, a safe female is one without power. For me, that means hide or die. When wraiths invade my neighborhood and shit goes sideways, becoming a Guardian might be the only way to earn myself—and my beast—protection. The elite training program begins at the local shifter college, so I pack up my swords and my brother, and off to school I go. It’s no surprise that Guardian training is sexist as hell. But I didn’t expect to be trapped inside the campus walls, battling magical simulations rather than joining the real forces as they wage war on the monsters outside.

Laz and Vivie have been dancing around each other for a while, but Saber isn't sure pack life is for him. Everything comes to a head during one fateful performance, and the future starts to look very different for the three of them. The Monster's Obsession is one of the other books in the A Monstrous World Series. It's a companion novella for those who asked for Laz, Vivie, and Saber's story. There is no cliffhanger. Narrated in duet style.

I was not without sin. I carried my name for a reason. Screwing things up was just part of who I was. Sometimes people got hurt because of me. Sometimes they died. After being exiled from the world I’d created with my best friends, I was left to punish myself for my sins against the girl they loved. The sins I spent hours begging whatever entity was out there to forgive me for. But maybe I wasn’t supposed to be forgiven. Maybe I was who I was because I was meant for something bigger than me. Maybe I was always meant for her. The girl with the colorful eyes who never spoke.

Chapel Crest isn't for the weak. It's for those who wish to watch the world reduced to ashes and screams. The Watchers went too far. Locking me up with the monster who tried to kill me eight years ago wasn't the way to win my heart. It was the way to break it. When Seth comes to collect on the bet he made with the Watchers, I know I'm in for a world of hurt. Because Seth Cain isn't the nice boy I once knew. He's a demon in this asylum from hell. And if he finds out the Watchers have already claimed me, he could very well finish what he started all those years ago.

When forbidden attraction burns into obsession, nothing remains the same. Henry, a math professor, finds himself drawn into a dangerous relationship with Rebecca, a woman whose sweet face and teasing demeanor threaten to shatter every boundary he knows. As they spiral into power struggles, secret liaisons, and dark impulses, Henry must decide how far he is willing to go, and whether this whirlwind of a woman is worth losing everything he's worked for.

I thought I'd keep my head down in Honeyridge Falls. Work at the general store, avoid my brother Ben's overprotective energy, stay far away from any alpha drama. After what happened in college, simple felt safer. My plan was bulletproof: sarcasm as armor, independence as my shield, and absolutely no complications. No feelings. No alphas. No regrets. Just me, my sharp tongue, and a routine that kept everyone exactly where I wanted them—at a distance.

You know the story where the hero comes in and saves the day, rescuing the heroine right in the nick of time? This isn't that story. Instead of a knight in shining armor, he's a sexy, tatted-up Bratva boss with a reputation for being brutal and fierce. Vasily finds me after I've already been brought to my lowest—broken by cruel men until I barely recognize myself. He doesn't offer me salvation. He offers me protection and revenge. And I gladly take it. Because I don't need a knight in shining armor. I need a villain who doesn't mind getting his hands dirty.

Not long ago, the dungeon known as Thedeim was a mere human. But after an up-close-and-personal meeting with a runaway semitruck—and subsequent dealings with a rather flustered Angel of Prodigals—he found himself in a new world, reincarnated as a run-down old house that just barely qualified as a dungeon. However, it didn't take long for him to build his core, mana, and reputation, making friends along the way.

It seems like a lifetime ago that Thedeim was a mortal man. After a fatal accident, he was transported to a strange realm to begin again as a living low-level dungeon. But he didn't stay small for long. With a powerful will, he built his dungeon self into a force to be reckoned with, full of minions, creepy crawlies, and a hedge maze to die for. Except Thedeim isn't a place where delvers die. He's a different, friendlier kind of dungeon, which suits both him and his many allies just fine. But being a nice dungeon means taking on some not-so-nice entities.

The last time I spoke was eight years ago when my best friend tried to kill me. I never dreamed my silence would break with a scream. Being sent to Chapel Crest after my new stepfather deemed me a heathen seemed like a blessing compared to staying with him and my mom. I was a mute demon in his eyes, and when the rod didn’t beat the evil out of me, he prayed Chapel Crest could. I envisioned the religious academy would become my sanctuary. I was wrong. So very wrong. Chapel Crest was an asylum moonlighting as a religious school.

You want my advice? Never look a gift horse in the mouth. You don’t want to see the rotten teeth. In this case, the gift is a scholarship to attend the prestigious Neveah University. The rotten teeth? Well, they came in the form of my brand new stepbrother and his little cohort of entitled, arrogant best friends. Four dangerously handsome and stupidly wealthy men who made up their minds about me long before we met. Men who are used to getting everything they want no matter what the price.

Transformed from a mortal man into a dungeon in a strange new reality, Thedeim has since gone from a know-nothing hovel to a do-everything force to be reckoned with. Through some hard work and an indomitable will, he's gathered enough loyal followers and minions as well as a menagerie of creatures at his command to do some serious good. He's gone from lowly to godly, and watchful eyes are taking notice.

On Tuesdays we escape. If we trip… we’re trapped. I was born to play by the rules. Smile for the cameras. Lead Omega. Pretend I don’t feel the eyes on me. But he’s always watching. Not just him—them. The Society. The system. The ones who say they own me. I thought I could play the game and stay safe. Perfect. Polished. Untouchable. Then came Terror Tuesday. Now I’m locked in a maze designed to test me, break me… trap me. And I can’t tell who the real danger is. The masked man who stalks me from the shadows? Or the ones waiting for me to fail? My name is Olivia Cardell.

Just when you think it can’t get any worse, the universe seems to take that as a personal challenge. The Devil’s Backbone Society has their fingers everywhere. It’s more than a secret society―it’s a leash and a prison sentence. The elders insist it’s about making connections that will help you for the rest of your life, but what they don’t tell you is how long―or, in this case, short―your life might be.

Before I found a love I was willing to die for, I had to survive one I had to kill for. Chapel Crest wasn’t a place of solace. It was made for suffering. I would know. I’d been locked inside ever since my mother tossed me away like I didn't matter. In my suffering though, I found her. Isabella. The girl who made me believe I mattered. The girl I gave everything to. The girl I loved. The girl I would do anything for, even kill for. Or just plain kill. Because you don’t betray a watcher and live to tell about it. This is the prequel to Chapel Crest and is best read AFTER book one.

One returning florist, three unexpected alphas, and a flower shop that's barely staying afloat. I thought I'd build my life in the city. But after graduation, I found myself right back in Honeyridge Falls, running the little flower shop I've loved since I was a girl. Then the roof starts leaking, I run out of coffee before sunrise, and I realize I can't do it all alone. Enter three alphas who turn my world upside down.

Some secrets should not be kept. They should be screamed. I have a secret. In fact, I have many. Most of them could get me killed, so my silence is the golden ticket to survival in this asylum from hell. But my watchers don’t like it when I’m silent. They like when I scream. When I beg. When I’m a bad girl who tells the things I shouldn’t. Maybe this time I’ll let it all out. Divulge the ugly truths and cast light on the real monsters living in our world. Maybe my secrets will save me this time.

I’ve spent too many nights caught between reality and nightmare, each bleeding into the other like a twisted dream I can’t wake from. The Devil’s Backbone Society continues to host our deepest terrors. The weight of betrayal crushes me, pressing down on my chest—bitter and suffocating. I don’t know what would be worse: losing the ones I love, the ones who have become my anchors, or losing myself entirely. In the end, is there even a difference?

The usual result of a human taking a runaway semitruck head-on is a very sudden, very fast track to the pearly gates. But for one newly noncorporeal man, there's another option: become a dungeon. Feeling sorry for the desperate angel assigned to him, the man relents. Heck, if it doesn't work out, he can always chat with Saint Peter about it later. Next thing you know, he's a dungeon. Admittedly, a small run-down, somewhat unimpressive dungeon (more of a house, actually), but you gotta start somewhere, right?