It’s been three months. Three months since Azalea’s worst nightmare has fled from her life. Three months of slowly healing and gathering the strength she needs to fight against him. But three months isn’t enough to feel safe from his sick obsession over her. Nothing good comes in threes. One, she becomes plagued by dreams of a boy and girl who need her help. Two, she’s closer than ever to helping her sister escape. Three, her and Chad aren’t able to be intimate as they once were, and not for a lack of trying either. But when Chad kisses her forehead and whispers sweet words in her...

If you can see this message, you can be trusted. And if you're on our side, then we need your help. Azalea has been searching for answers from the second that Florence turned her into a vampire. After watching her enemies demolish an entire country and having her life crumble before her, she’s left with more questions: Will the old witch in the woods recover her memories? Who’s the woman impersonating her? Will her heart ever mend, or will the world shatter along with it? Every question has an answer, but every answer has a cost. And if this dark war full of suspicion and secrecy has ...

After: Jess is alone. Her cabin has burned to the ground. She knows if she doesn't act fast, the cold will kill her before she has time to worry about food. But she is still alive - for now. Before: Jess hadn't seen her survivalist, off-the-grid dad in more than a decade. But after a car crash killed her mother and left her injured, she was forced to move to his cabin in the remote Canadian wilderness. Just as Jess was beginning to get to know him, a secret from his past paid them a visit, leaving her father dead and Jess stranded.

I detest Fate. All vampires crave more than the rich taste of blood is their beloved, but I'm betrayed. I'm left hopeful and hopeless. Against all attempts, my heart has been poisoned against me. My belief is gone. A lie has been weaved for far too long and I fell into the web like so many others before me. I must ease the ache of time. No longer will I yearn for a fairytale. This torture comes to a stop. To find love, I follow tradition instead. A matching ceremony. And she changes all I know.

Imagine you’re engaged to marry a prince, but your father gambles away your dowry and sells you to a pirate captain who you are forced to marry. He’s cold and ruthless, so you run away, but then you get captured by more pirates, and just as they’re about to hurt you, your pirate husband shows up, with his sword to the captain’s throat as he roars, ”Touch my wife and I will destroy you all.”