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My best friend, my right hand, the man I trusted above all others. Zayden de Rosa declared his love for me and pursued me until he shattered the walls between us. Then the man who loved me proved to be a traitor. I never saw that coming.

Samantha, of the Clarity shifters, has a secret. And it’s going to cost her everything. To save the most important person in her life, Samantha promises to form a mate bond with her pack’s future leader. If she can produce one heir, she’ll finally have her freedom.

Five years ago, I masterminded the infamous massacre of the Tri-state Timberwolves. The streets outside the Wolves HQ ran red with the blood of the old guard, and not one of those members loyal to my father were spared mercy. Not a single one. I let the media twist and distort the story. My new recruits eagerly proved themselves in spreading false news, in covering our tracks. To the general public, the Tri-State Timberwolves were extinct. But that couldn’t have been further from the truth.

Riot Night changed my life. Coming back to Shadow Grove turned it on its head. I’ve been hunted, stabbed, stalked, tormented, and used. Hate fueled me, lies tore me apart, and in the end, everything I thought I knew turned out to be fake. Except...Riot Night also brought Archer, Kody, and Steele back into my life. No matter how much I’ve fought it, hated it, been lied to, or discovered the deceptions - I want them in my life.

“You’ll always be mine.” The latest taunt from my stalker reminded me I was nothing more than a possession to my father, to the Reapers, to Archer D’Ath. Even to Kody and Steele. Princess Danvers - the prize. His wife. Archer D’Ath’s wife. I hate them. They lied to me. Over and over again. I knew they were lying, and I hate myself for letting it happen. For believing in the fake relationships I want so desperately to be real.

“Liar, liar, pants on fire.” The words scrawled on the back of my newest stalker mail makes my blood run cold. I have no idea if it’s the lie I know or one that I don’t. Since arriving back into Shadow Grove, I’ve been stalked, tormented, chased, and almost killed. I’ve been lied to, repeatedly, by people I was growing to trust.

They say to keep your enemies close and mine are all around me. At the heart of it are four dangerously gorgeous men. The man who wants to light my darkness and already paid the price for loving me. The man who can handle my power and loves every dark inch of me. The man who has been my closest companion and now threatens to upend our carefully balanced world in pursuit of me. But the fourth man is probably the most terrifying. He wants to take the others away. He wants to tear the spinal column out my empire. Destroy my businesses. Destroy me.

They were my entire world, then everything fell apart. I didn't get to say goodbye, I didn't get to explain to them that my dad had finally gone off the deep end. Of course, they wouldn't have understood anyway—we were only eight and I never told them how bad it had gotten. Maybe if I had I wouldn't be in this fucked up situation.

Being in the Guild is our life…or death. Not everyone is created equal, and not everyone is truly cut out for the work we do. It’s not pretty, it’s not glamorous, and it’s sure as shit not moral or good. The weight of the sins we carry can become too much for some, and they crack. When they do, they become a threat. No one quits the Guild. Not really. Either they cut a deal to make themselves useful in another capacity, or they get eliminated. But who, you might ask, can kill a killer? Who scares the boogeyman into running and hiding? Men like me.

Leaving behind my happy, carefree London existence, I found myself across the pond at the exclusive Highgate Preparatory Academy—an institution catering to the privileged offspring of the affluent and influential in the United States—for my senior year. There, fate led me to the arms of the Black Knights of Highgate Prep. Loki, Jax, Kai, and Ash—four mesmerizing, damaged, and captivating young men. Each possesses a wealth as vast as Midas, yet their scars run deep, seemingly irreparable.

I’m an unremarkable Pyromancer student; there’s no chance I’m skilled enough at runetracing to graduate—let alone take part in the war against the Silithik. Yet after a surprise attack on the Fifth Academy, I’m the only Pyromancer left alive. Now I’m thrust directly into a Dragon Quintelaide, an elite fighting unit comprising one member of each battle profession.

After a violent confrontation forces them to flee the capitol, Alyssa and her Quintmates struggle to cope with the fallout. Warrior Jaxon focuses on their path forward, while Frost Mage Arthur contemplates their place in history. Alyssa doesn't know how to feel about her decision to disobey the Archon and whether to blame herself for the events that followed. Despite his outward cavalier attitude, Ryon struggles most of all. The Shadow can't close his eyes at night without seeing the faces of those he's killed.

Dragon Quintelaides aren't meant to be split up—even for just a few days. But that's exactly what the Archon has planned for Alyssa's Quintelaide. Arthur is called back to the capitol to teach others his new self-healing runetracing ability, while Jaxon, Ryon, and Harry travel west to hunt down the scattered remnants of a Silithik hive. Meanwhile, Alyssa and Maze are sent to the south to work on a secret Tinker Guild project: a superweapon that can end the war against the Silithik in the blink of an eye. A superweapon that only Alyssa can control.

I thought I’d reached a whole new low the day I ran from Bellerose. The day I was snatched by mafia goons, beaten half to death, and left wishing they’d finish the job. But then an Angel saved me. His kind of salvation wasn’t the freedom I’d been hoping for, though. Two months later, I’m his prisoner in the gilded cage of his home. His pregnant mistress.

Leith of Grey thought coming to this new land and volunteering to fight in the gladiator arena—vicious, bloodthirsty tournaments where only the strongest survive—would earn him enough gold to save his dying sister. He thought there was nothing left to lose. He was wrong—and they took everything. His hope. His freedom. His very humanity. All Leith has left is his battle-scarred body, fueled by rage and hardened from years of fighting for the right to live another day. Then Leith meets Maeve, an elven royal who is everything he despises.

I tried everything to get his attention, but I invited in a monster. After facing a threat to my life, I found myself kidnapped and locked away by the skeleton crew’s enforcer. Connor is feared. Respected. And obsessed with me. He controls everything, right down to my pleasure. His rules dictate what I can and can’t touch. When I can and can’t wear clothes. What’s strange is how happy I am. From the outside, my old life appeared perfect, but my father’s iron grip had suffocated me. Now, in the hands of my captor, I can finally breathe.

Convict’s Game is the first book in a high-heat, dark romance, murder mystery trilogy with a skeleton-masked crew, an obsessive-sweet gangster, the smart cookie he’s insta-obsessed with, and a city where the shadows hide more than just sin.

After their victory at the Academy, the Ninety-First Quintelaide returns home as heroes. Alyssa’s name is on everyone’s lips: the girl who killed a Silithik Queen. Their discovery of the hive portals—and the tunnels that made them possible—has allowed the Archenon to stop any other sneak attacks before they start. While Arthur heals one of her wounds from battle, the blond Frost Mage suddenly becomes more interested in getting to know Alyssa. It starts with flirty smiles and lingering touches, but soon they can both feel the desire pulsing through the Dragon bond.

I thought I’d hit rock bottom when I turned 16. The day I broke my first love's heart, ending things before I could ruin his career as a rock star. But damn, was I wrong. Things got progressively worse from that moment on, until now. Eight years later, when I find myself homeless, jobless, covered in blood, and running from a ghost of my past.

Fifteen hundred years is a long time to wait to get revenge. The Fae know how to nurse a grudge, and now they have returned to England to claim their rightful place.