Lacey Carter Andersen

Apparently, the best time to ask someone a life-or-death question is when they're fresh from being kidnapped and tired as hell. Who knew?

I thought it was going to be hard saving the shifters with three grumpy wolves at my side, but then fate decided to throw a bear shifter in the mix, and everything went to poop.

My mother sold me to the shifters, all in the name of peace. For more than a century, the witches and shifters have been at war. So when my mother came home with the news that peace had been struck between us, I should've known better.

I'm not the witch my husbands think I am. I'm about as good at magic as I am at flirting, which is pretty darn bad. Still, I'm going to try to save them. Not just because it's the only way to save myself but because I want to.

What happens when you're the only female dragon rider surrounded by gorgeous, angry men? Nothing but trouble.

I had a pack. A home. A family. And they took everything from me. So now they’re going to pay. The hunt to save my remaining pack members and punish those that hurt us was my sole goal until I was forced to team up with a group of ex-military men.

I’ve been taken by demons. Taken might be a strong word, but rescued doesn’t exactly sound right either. As an angel, we should be mortal enemies. In fact, I should kill them and send them straight back to hell. Only, my memories are a little fuzzy. My wings have been torn off.

One moment I was having an epic girls’ night, the next I was being hauled away in handcuffs… But that was just the beginning. When I tapped into incredible powers I never knew I had that wild night, I suddenly became the target of a dangerous ruler.

Everyone hates a harpy... For the record, I don't drag people to Hades. I'm not a guardian of the Underworld. And I'm not an evil monster. I'm just... a shifter who happens to control birds. Dangerous? Yes. A monster? No. Unfortunately, most people disagree with me. For some stupid reason.

They say love makes you weak. They’ve never met the men who make me strong. I’m the only female berserker in existence. A living weapon wrapped in prophecy. They say whoever wins my heart will gain unimaginable power, and now a dark king is determined to claim me as his own.

They call me a monster. But the real monster wears a crown. The beast inside me should have been my salvation. Instead, it’s my curse. Captured by the Lord of the House of Berserkers, I’m his prisoner, his obsession—and the prize in a deadly game. My three men would burn the world to reach me.

They think they can cage me. They’ve forgotten what happens when a berserker breaks free. My captor wants to make me his bride and his weapon. To claim both my heart and my power. But my heart already belongs to three men who would die before they let him have me.

Look away if you want to live... My life is a giant crap pile with a cherry thrown on top. I'm an immortal woman cursed to kill people with just a glance. And now I've been kidnapped by three mouthwateringly sexy gargoyles, who I'm pretty sure want me dead. But it gets better...

Don't swim in my waters... I've got a bad reputation, and all because of my jackass brother. Yes, I'm known as the mother of all sea monsters. And yes, I can control powerful creatures who kill and destroy on my command. But no, I'm not actually in charge, I'm my brother's slave.

Being the daughter of a wraith means that death is in my veins. It also means that just because I happen to be found around a lot of dead bodies doesn't mean I'm a serial killer.

Everything I thought I knew was wrong. The good guys and bad guys are switching sides. An evil I never imagined looms ahead. And if we can’t rescue an innocent in time, all will be lost. Including our freedom. My dark fae fears from my life. My vampire and my shapeshifter have sworn to protect me.

This has to be a joke… We almost died escaping from Nightmare Penitentiary, but somehow, we managed to survive and to even get free. And then? Then, we’re thrown right back into peril again.

My ex-boyfriend and his two best friends have a plan to escape. One they’re willing to include me in. They say something is hunting the criminals in this place, and that our only chance at survival is to get free. But freedom has a price. And we’ll pay it over and over again.

Everyone wants me dead. The hunters. The angels. They all see me as a threat. And the thing is… I am. These jerks have been running things for too long. Abusing their power and playing with humans like broken toys. But all that is over. I still don’t know what I am.

I screwed up... Every demon hunter knows the rules. The most important of which is to never leave a personal object in a demon realm. But somehow, I did. That means the demons who found my ring own me. They can use me. They can command me. I'm at their mercy.