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Surviving a werewolf attack should’ve been the strangest thing to happen to me tonight. But no, the universe had other plans. Now, I’m stuck dealing with a broodingly hot guy named Wesley St. John—who seems way too comfortable with murder. Definitely a red flag, right? Wes isn’t just some guy I stumbled upon—he’s a protector, but not the friendly kind. His job is to keep the supernatural world in check, and my ignorance is making things complicated.

Look, I didn’t plan to be on the supernatural hit list, but here I am. Dodging murdery werewolves between panic attacks and selling healing crystals to soccer moms. And the only person standing between me and getting turned into werewolf chow is Alex Channing—grumpy, gorgeous, and 100% the kind of guy who comes with a warning label. He says he’s here to protect me. I say he’s hiding something—like why every part of me sparks when he’s near, or why he looks at me like he’s already lost me once.

Being in love with the town’s most wanted werewolf Hunter? Not my best decision. But when the supernatural council throws Alex behind bars, it’s clear they’re not just out for justice—they’re out for blood. His. They say we broke the rules. That we’re dangerous together. They might be right. Because whatever power’s waking up inside me doesn’t play nice. It’s raw, reckless, and just begging for a fight. And I’m done playing by their rules.

You’ve journaled, vision-boarded, and “high-vibe’d” yourself to death—and you’re still stuck. Stagnant income. No growth. Wondering if you should just quit. This book is your way out. Written by bestselling author and manifestation coach Heather Hildenbrand, Manifest Your HEA teaches the exact 3-step HEA Method to finally break free from burnout, self-doubt, and emotional blocks keeping you stuck in survival mode.

After my nightmarish past, starting fresh should be a dream come true. But when my father’s death leaves me on the run, I have no choice but to seek shelter with the only family I have left: an uncle I’ve never even met.

Not even Wes can save me from the darkness that’s consuming me. Gordon Steppe wants my blood, and more than that, he wants to get inside my head—control the bond I share with the hybrids and use it to destroy anything with dirty blood. If I don’t help him, he’ll kill everyone I love, starting with my pack. But the real battle isn’t just against Steppe—it’s against the beast within me. Every day, it’s getting harder to keep it at bay. The prophecy says I’m supposed to save everyone, but all my choices seem to lead to more pain, more danger, more death.

One second, Gem Hawkins is on her way to being the number one drag racer in the state, and the next, she's burying her father, a badass demon hunter. The agency calls it a fluke. The official report claims some low level demon caught him off guard while out on patrol. But Gem knows that's a lie. When the dirty Nephilim running the investigation refuses to help, Gem takes matters into her own hands.

Kiss of Death: One second, Gem Hawkins is on her way to being the number one drag racer in the state and the next she's burying her father, a badass demon hunter.

In the space of 24 hours, my picture-perfect life has shattered to pieces. A cheating fiancé, a public break-up, and getting fired from my job are the trifecta of humiliation.

After my nightmarish past, starting fresh should be a dream come true. But when my father’s death leaves me on the run, I have no choice but to seek shelter with the only family I have left: An uncle I’ve never even met. My uncle has a bad attitude and pack of friends that remind me far too much of the toxic life I left behind. Cruel, sexy Kai Stone is the worst of them. A monster who thrives off the mayhem and chaos that surround him. But no matter how hard I fight it, something about him tugs at my very soul. The worst part is, I have a secret.

They say everyone has a price. Unfortunately, I just found mine. Living in a pay-per-week motel might as well be luxury for someone like me. But if I don’t come up with this month’s rent money, I’ll be back to living in my car. My only option for getting the money in time is dancing at the club where I waitress. Except it’s not just dancing. Not in the VIP room. And that’s the final boundary I refuse to cross. Until a handsome stranger makes me an offer I can’t refuse. He’s nothing like the other men who come here, and even though I try to resist it, there’s a pull between us I can’t deny.

They call me a princess. An heir to a city built on the blood and bones of innocent lives. I have no desire to rule—not if it means becoming like the family who threw me away like garbage. But there is one thing I want more than my freedom. To save the only man in this city who thinks I’m worth keeping. What I feel for Grey is as forbidden as it is real. As much as I want to run away and never look back, I could never abandon him. But if I want to keep us both from being eaten alive, I’ll have to convince them all he’s nothing to me.

Sam has regained her memory and with it, the Knowing. There is powerful magic inside her, and it is more than enough to heal the sick werewolves. If only she could figure out how to use it. Alex Channing knows Sam is the only one who can heal him. But he knows better than anyone: magic always comes with a price. And he refuses to let Sam get hurt because of him. He'd rather die than cause her pain. With Alex's days numbered and more and more feral werewolves being drawn to Sam, she must learn to wield what's inside her and claim her inheritance before it's too late....

In the space of twenty-four hours, my picture-perfect life has shattered to pieces. A cheating fiancé, a public break-up, and getting fired from my job are the trifecta of humiliation. I need a break—desperately. I’ve come to Midnight Falls licking my wounds, determined to mend my broken heart. But fate has other plans. I’ve been here all of five minutes when tall, dark, mysterious, and sexy comes stomping into my life–literally.

Wood Point Academy is not at all what I expected. For one thing, it looks like a cross between military school and Buckingham Palace. Everyone stares, the floors shine so bright you can see your reflection in them from a mile away, and no one smiles. Unless they're kicking your butt in the process.

Instead of solving murders, I committed them. Instead of returning home, I'm trapped in murdery Midnight Falls right along with the pack. And instead of showing my ex what he's missing, I ended up falling head-over-heels for a suspected murderer who has made it clear he’ll die before ever letting me go.

Meeting Sutton Hargrave was the beginning of the end for me. My journalistic—fine, nosy—nature has led me a lot of places. Without question, Midnight Falls is definitely the craziest.

I killed a girl last night. I did it with my bare hands and an old piece of pipe I found lying next to the dumpster. But that’s not the part that got me. The part that scared me, the part I can’t seem to wrap my head around and still has me reeling, was that when she charged me, her body shifted–and then she was a wolf.

If I had to choose one word to sum up all of my problems, this would be it. Without hybrids, I wouldn’t have to watch my best friend slowly becoming a monster. Without hybrids, I could let go of the mentality “hunt or be hunted.” CHAS wouldn’t be scouring the Earth, intent on slaughtering and using Alex to do it. Without hybrids, I wouldn’t have to be on guard that losing my temper meant losing my shape.

Forty-six. That’s how many hybrids survived the Hunter attack in the woods after I revived them with an injection of my blood. That’s how many followed me home to Frederick Falls. And that’s how many were now mentally linked to me through a blood bond. Two days. Three valium. Fourteen hours of sleep. That’s what it took to realize I wasn’t losing my mind as a result of the noise in my own head.