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I’ve been keeping secrets from my boss. I have to. Because how the hell do you tell a straight man that you’ve been in love with him for years? If he found out, everything would collapse, and I’ve worked so hard to hold my life together, all these pieces that I don’t deserve: a home, a position, trust. But it’s only getting harder because he keeps watching me, keeps touching me—and I can’t handle it. I try to tell myself that it’s in my head, but it’s not. Something’s changed between us, and I don’t understand.

Alison Battaglia, the mafia princess. In stories like mine, the tension usually starts with an arranged marriage set for an alliance, a payment, or simply a duty. Not mine. Marrying a mafia Don seemed like the perfect solution to forget all my problems–getting away, starting fresh, finding my place, trying to forget the man who took a lot more than my virginity three years ago. He was my brother’s best friend, his bodyguard, his second in command. The man who didn’t want me.

What happened before the Gallows Hill trilogy? Before the Brethren? What really happened to Salem in 1692....

I wasn’t supposed to feel this way about him... the man dating my sister. But no matter how much I try to focus on other women, my mind keeps circling back to him. It started as unease, an itch I couldn’t scratch, a feeling that there was something off about him. Then it grew... an obsession I couldn’t control.

Bristlebrook is up in smoke, my brutes are dead, and Sam’s camp is a powder keg begging for a flame. Injured and furious over their losses, the surviving hunters are preoccupied with their own problems. Their factions and allegiances. Their internal wars and pissing contests. The new world they want to forge. They don’t look twice at their meek little captive.

One summer in New York City, Gillian Horton met Alex Garcia—the boy who made her laugh, dream, and fall head over heels. Then tragedy struck. Gillian returned home to raise her infant niece, and Alex went back to MIT. Their love story ended in silence. Fourteen years later, Gillian has built a life in Willet Cove. Grace, the little girl she raised, is now a teenager who longs for a father. What Gillian doesn’t know is that Grace and her friends have secretly put her profile on a dating app.

Meet Ophelia Hart. Lover of classic literature and unicorns. An orphan with nobody in her corner—no family, no friends. But it’s her loneliness that fuels her life’s ambition to become a social worker and help the forgotten children just like her. For a foster kid with only slightly above-average grades, it feels like a pipe dream. Except it seems that someone is looking out for Ophelia after all. When an unexpected opportunity to attend Montridge University arises, she thinks her life is finally taking a turn for the better.

I am the Mancini Princess. A pawn in my monstrous father’s game. His key to an alliance worthy of a king. However, I end up under the control of a new monster—Massimo Santoro. A lethal man whose hate, wrath, and malice toward anyone with the Mancini name is palpable. I’ve had years of learning not to fight the monsters in my world, and I try to hide behind my meek and obedient facade, but Massimo sees through it instantly. Where my life with my father was filled with brutal lessons designed to condition and mold me into what he wanted me to be, with Massimo, he unravels them all.

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.

Forgive me, Father… for I’ve sinned, and the Dollhouse has carved those sins into me. I don’t know who they are beneath the masks—or why they locked me inside their perfect little nightmare—but they hunted me, cornered me, pushed me past every boundary I thought I had. Fear was supposed to break me. Instead, they taught me to crave the darkness I should have run from. I need absolution, Father. I need to escape. Because if I don’t get out soon, I can’t take down the Cosa Nostra’s don. I swear I’ll try to be a good girl and forget what the Dollhouse awakened in me.

Three masked men. One night. One room. One goal. Falling in love is out of the question. Watching my mother die for love only made me want it that much less. When things become too serious with my boyfriend in college, I know it’s time to step back. The only problem is, he doesn’t feel the same. His brand of love is possessive. Fierce. Terrifying. And he’s not afraid to enlist my best friend and my former stepbrother to help him get me back. The plan?

I think I always knew I was going to die young. Like I had this… silent, invisible clock ticking down to my final moments plastered above my head. Maybe that’s why I was so reckless, crazy. Why I sought after adventure. Why nothing scared me… Except, there was always this… feeling I couldn’t shake that something was in the darkest parts of every corner, under every bed, closet, or room, like a ghost watching me. Waiting to take me. My own, personal reaper. But it was always only during a lightning storm that I could see the outline of my reaper. No scythe.

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.

Ruthless. Cunning. Gorgeous. Killers. They are the Kings of Bolten, an elite academy I have no business being in. My desire to remain invisible is dashed when I find myself bound to one of their enemies. Now, there’s no escape. With me in the crosshairs in a war between Kings and Lords at Bolten, will I be another victim or will the Kings spare me on the condition I belong to them? One thing is certain. I have a few dirty little secrets. Maybe I’m not the good girl everyone thought. Maybe I’m meant to be queen. Maybe… I’m meant to rule.

I had my person I was supposed to grow old with, but he double broke my heart when he forced me to choose between marrying him or hockey. I chose hockey and if I’m choosing hockey, I’m doing it all the way and leaving love out of the equation. Sounds like a great plan until I show up to hockey practice and realize the guy I fell into bed with is actually my new coach.

Since the Final War, I’ve been doing just fine. I have a lovely cave, a darling vegetable patch, forest views . . . and if loneliness sometimes squeezes my aching heart, well, my books have always kept me company. That is, until a pack of hunters chase me from my home and right into the arms of several rather large, rather brutish ex-Army Rangers. And those brutes have the nerve to make me the rudest offer I’ve ever heard. Their protection—for my body.

If you’d told me years ago that I’d become a stunt woman after a car accident turned my Olympic dreams of gold to rust, I’d have called you crazy. Yet here I am, throwing myself off a perfectly good building. I guess I’ve always been a little fearless, except when it comes to matters of the heart. I keep my relationships light and meaningless, which is why my exes tend to have big...egos and the emotional depth of a puddle. I’ll admit, I have the bar set so low it’s practically a tripping hazard.

She calls me Hudson... But they know me as Pete. A simple man with a common name. They see the warm smile of their neighbor, not the cold eyes of a man who kills for the thrill of it and sleeps like a baby afterward.

I survived his world, but not without changing me. Not without sinking me with him into the void. Turns out, sometimes, in order to set something free, you have to destroy it. The game isn’t over. The lessons aren’t finished. And the deeper I go, the harder it is to tell where he ends and I begin.

Everyone has a past, but mine is a storm that never stops chasing me. When my life goes up in flames by my own doing, I'm left with an impossible choice: lose everything I've built or hide out in a remote cabin with a killer. My plan is to rebuild the vacation home where my family once spent summers, hoping it will distract me from the chaos. But there's one major complication: my roommate is way too hot. And who is this too-hot roommate? My damn step-uncle. He's a convicted murderer with a history as dark as my own, and maybe this cabin isn't the only thing I'm desperate to repair.