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In an elaborate house known as the Cloisters, Maud Wainwright rules supreme. The queen of society in the small town of Beverly, she has a table long enough to seat 100, and she keeps an iron grip on the guest list. Her right-hand woman is Pat Abbott, a local girl who is beautiful, innocent, and kind. Pat has no idea how cutthroat high society can be, but she's about to get a deadly first lesson.

They say a fae without a court slowly goes insane, so I should be in a rough state after my own court kicked me out. But I've managed to get by, hunting demons for fun and slinging drinks at Potions and Pastilles. At least, until my past comes back to haunt me. The king of the Ice Court has been hunting me for years. And when he finds me, he wants claim me as his fated mate. Worst of all? He then plans to sacrifice me to save his dying kingdom. But one touch changes everything, because I’m the only one who can warm him.

I am destined to kill my fated mate. First, Fate decreed that my mate would be Tarron, King of the Seelie Fae. He's gorgeous, arrogant, and for the longest time, I hated him. Until I didn't. Problem is...as soon as I start to fall for him, fate meddles again. Apparently, I’m fated to kill Tarron. To make matters worse, our Fae courts are at war. My mother is trying to destroy his kingdom. She’s hunting down Eternal Fire to destroy his realm, and I have to help stop her.

To those who live there, Herot Hall is a paradise. With picket fences, gabled buildings and wildflowers that seed themselves in ordered rows, the suburb is a self-sustaining community, enclosed and secure. But to those who live secretly along its periphery, Herot Hall is a fortress guarded by an intense network of gates, surveillance cameras and motion-activated lights. Dylan and Gren live on opposite sides of the perimeter, neither boy aware of the barriers erected to keep them apart.

Ella Harrow is trying to carve out a normal life for herself. Well, as normal as an art geek with psychic abilities can hope for. As museum docent and gift shop manager, Ella is able to keep her distance from people - and her powers in check - while surrounding herself with the artifacts she loves. But how on earth is she supposed to act normal when a thousand-year-old statue on the museum's terrace suddenly comes to life?

Will Self is one of the most inimitable contemporary writers in the English language. In this brilliantly conceived new novel Self turns his forensic eye and technicolor imagination to the troubled life of his mother, Elaine. Standing by the mailbox outside 1100 Hemlock Street in Ithaca, New York, Elaine thinks of her husband and child inside her house and wonders: is this . . . it? As she begins to push back against the strictures of her life in 1950s America, she undertakes a disastrous affair that places her marriage to an Ivy League academic and former Communist Party member in peril.

Six people find a thick cream envelope on their doorstep. Inside is an invitation to spend 24 hours in a crumbling manor house and be in with the chance to win a portion of one million dollars. The catch: Beechwood Castle was the site of one of the most horrific murders in modern history. The smell of blood, decay and death still hangs heavy in the air. Six people walk into the house. One of them is an imposter, all of them are traitors, which of them will survive the night?

Two weeks ago, I escaped Hades’ fortress. In the process, I turned him against me. So, yeah, he definitely hates me now. But I’m headed back, and I’m prepared for war. My goal? To stop his terrible plan to spread eternal darkness to the earth. To succeed, I must master my magic before it destroys me. Only Hades can teach me, however. He’s willing - as long as I agree to help him.

What happens when you embarrass your abusive husband at the office party? You run. That’s how I ended up in a remote town full of werewolves, paired with a tall, brooding wolf who hates me from the moment he lays eyes on me. And then there's Nico—his best friend, all charm and smiles, the complete opposite. When a freak storm traps us together, I wonder: have I traded one danger for another, or is this my chance at a new beginning?

The Italian folklore tradition is one of the most ancient unbroken chains of wisdom on Earth. Discover the previously unwritten secrets of an Italian American family’s magical tradition passed down from generation to generation. This spellbook provides easy, step-by-step introductions to the basics of authentic Italian American magical practice.

Walking out was the hardest thing I’d ever done. I promised her I’d never do it, but I also promised I’d keep her safe. That was the promise I couldn’t keep if I stayed. I wouldn’t risk her life or her health, so I risked my own heart and walked away. But she was ready to move on. To meet someone else. To find a new man who’d be willing to put what she wanted above keeping her safe. A new man who’d put his hands on my wife. Love her. Touch her. Hell. No. She was still mine.

Last week, I was a hotel maid who had no idea magic existed. Today, I’m the prisoner of a werewolf pack. I had to steal from them to save a friend, and now I’m behind bars. To make things more complicated, the werewolf alpha is my fated mate - and now he hates me for my betrayal. The attraction between us is off the charts, but it doesn't matter. His loyalty is to his pack. He would avoid me if he could, but he can't. When we're forced to work together to save his pack, it becomes clear that neither of us is going to escape with our hearts intact.

I’ve been on the run ever since my father sold me out to the mob with promises that I could repay his debt. But no one can hide from the mob forever. When they find me, they give me two options - pay back my father’s debt or sleep with the fishes. My only shot is to rob the most powerful man in the city - the famed Garreth Locke. I get more than I bargained for - including the knowledge that magic is real, and Garreth is a freaking werewolf. Soon, I’m swept up into an insane world of wealth and magic that I had no idea existed.

I need answers about my past and my magic. But more than anything, I need answers about Drakon, the first and most powerful vampire. He’s my fated mate, and I want to kiss him as much as I want to kill him.

I thought I could trust my memories. I was wrong. A spell has made me forget who I am. But there are two things I do know: I'm the fated mate of the first and most powerful vampire, Drakon, and I'm the Daughter of the Arcane Order. I don't know what the Arcane Order is, but it's already led to one kidnapping attempt that I barely escaped. It’s also linked to a plot to kill hundreds of werewolves. It’s up to me to save them, but I can only do it with Drakon’s help.

The moment I heard Ryder’s voice, I was a goner. As a photographer, I was used to working with beautiful people, but Ryder Williams was the most perfect male specimen who had ever stood before me. I knew without a doubt it would take no time at all for him to be the next big thing...or for him to steal my heart. Model and photographer, we shouldn’t cross that line, but there was no stopping the passion we felt. Nothing else mattered. Not the age difference. Not that he was a client. Not even our pasts.

I’m having an out-of-body experience. At least...I think. Isn’t that what it’s called when your spirit abandons you to watch - from a safe distance, with the appropriate amount of judgement - while you make questionable decisions? Yup, one of those. I want to shout, “Stop, Ellie, don’t do it!” But spirit me doesn’t have a voice. So I watch as she...I...we? - makes a sex contract with her...our...new boss. This is a good time to mention the 45-minute HR meeting we sat through last month expressly forbidding this sort of thing.

When something is forbidden, it becomes maddeningly tempting. Judas Barron, for example. Wicked blue blood and heir to a severely twisted cutthroat society. Everyone knew who he was and what crew he ran with - a clandestine group of filthy rich kids surrounded by ominous secrets. Secrets that were rumored to be dark, dirty, and stained with blood. It was never my intention to get tangled up with them, but Judas and I had a secret, too - one he was determined to make sure I took with me to my grave, which meant keeping me by his side.

Christian Cole: I loved her. It took a day for me to realize she was different. It took a night for me to realize I had to let her go. I was reckless. She deserved everything I couldn’t give to her. I had someone else to worry about.

So, I’m in trouble. My mate Iain thinks I betrayed him. That's because I did - using a love potion to control him. But now, it's stopped working, and there's nothing left but his anger. He's not the only one pissed off at me. My court knows that I’ve lost the sacred stone of our people, putting everyone in danger. When the royal guard comes for me with a pair of fire manacles, I’m not surprised. But when my estranged mate, king of the Sea Fae, strolls into the Court of Fire to help me...well, that bit is unexpected.