Flos Ventrine, princess of Solijax, is to be wed to the vile king Jonan of Nelktern. On the eve of the wedding, Flos escapes, running into the forest, only to be met with things she has only read in books. Will the mysterious beings help her escape, or will Jonan get her back?

Damian's life turns upside down when his father is murdered, leaving a void nothing can fill. Moving to a new city for college is supposed to be a fresh start, but it never feels right. Just as things begin to settle, Damian comes home to find a demonic goatman waiting to kill him. Luckily, a badass angel with a sword saves him—except she isn’t an angel, and Damian isn’t as human as he thought. Now, with his mother missing, Damian is caught in the middle of a war between worlds. To find her, he must train, slay demons, decipher his father's journal, and master the weapons he left behind.

Naomi had a devastating choice to make...And she chose wrong. At least, that’s how it feels back in Arkansas with Kai. She tries to remind herself that she had reasons for this choice, good ones. But as the darkness inside of her grows, she begins to doubt that she’ll ever be able to feel the light again. Especially with Kai embracing his role as the Master Destroyer.

When Dana was killed and resurrected by a necromancer, she didn't know what to expect. She didn't expect to be handed a list of magical items that might cure her if she can find them. She definitely didn't expect the house succubus to come along to service her dangerous needs. And she definitely didn't expect to go head to head with an international organization dedicated to keeping magic out of human hands.

Spending a month on "Love Island" for wolf shifters is not my idea of a good time. I’m about to start my second year of law school, and instead of banking hours at a coveted internship, I’m stuck sipping pina coladas on a white sand beach in the middle of the Caribbean. Okay, yeah. I hear how that sounds. But hear me out. The whole point of this island? It’s a glorified dating show. I have to spend each night with a new, single, testosterone-fueled alpha in a private beach hut because the Council of Wolves believes mating bonds are on the fritz.