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After the death of our parents, my older brother and I created a simple life for ourselves, running our small café. But when an unnatural storm threatens our livelihood, my affinity does what it always does—reacts without my order. Now, the government knows I hold more than one affinity, forcing me to attend the nearest training academy. Leaving my brother and our home is hard, but I manage. I can make the best out of any bad situation. The academy is full of surprises. One of which is Aiden, a fiery elemental affinate who doesn't care if fate meant for us to be together or not.

Astoria Tempest has lived countless lives, but none that truly belonged to her. Cursed with immortality and the ability to return the dead, she's spent over a century fleeing grief, guilt, and the trail of second chances she never had the right to give. But when she bargains her husband's soul to save their daughter, the scales tip too far and Death comes to collect all she's stolen. Except Death isn't a shadow or a scythe. He's a man with cold eyes, a sharper tongue, and a ledger of names with hers at the top.

When I found an injured wolf outside the Witches' Brew, I couldn't leave him to suffer alone. Taking him home, I nursed him back to health. Little did I know he was actually a wolf shifter, investigating a series of unusual activities happening outside of Pleasant Grove. I thought I was done with romance, but as I get to know the man behind the wolf, my heart slowly starts to open again. The looks of longing and the sizzling connection between us can't be denied, and the longer he stays with me, the more I start hoping for things I know I shouldn't.

Nobody ever believed me. Not when I was five and told them about the boy with pointy ears who saved my life in the forest. Not during thirteen miserable years of bullying and being labeled the town weirdo. Until a guy with golden eyes and a royal guard escort shows up at my door to drop a bombshell. That little boy? Yeah, he's real. And he's a fae Prince. And he magically linked my life to his when he saved me. I know what you're thinking. Lucky girl, right? Wrong. Because now the Prince is sick and apparently, I'm the only one who can save him. How can I possibly say no?

I was matched once. An Alpha who promised me forever, who made me believe in all those things they say about true mates. And then I lost him. After that, I stopped dreaming. Stopped hoping. I told myself some bonds only come once in a lifetime… and mine was already gone. So when a surprise inheritance drags me from city life to a ranch in the middle of nowhere, I plan to keep things simple. Sign the papers. Sell the land. Drive away and forget this place ever existed. Then I meet them. Cash. Walker. Ridge. Three Alphas with stubborn streaks, patient smiles, and that maddening cowboy charm.

The king is dead, but Havlands is still in turmoil, plagued by distrust amongst the conquered rebels, shifters, Fae, and humans. With the impending threat of the invading Oakgards' Fae, Elessia and her friends find themselves in a race to unite their fractured realm. But as Elessia grapples with the deadly implications of her newfound powers, she and Merrick discover a devastating truth: the price of her new gifts may force them to leave Havlands and their friends behind to face the looming war alone.

Orion Leventis comes from a strong lineage that is connected to another strong lineage. History has proven that having a centaur in the pack makes it elite. Ask the Louries. The only thing this centaur is missing is a mate. When Orion joins a pack for the first time, will he be able to integrate the woman that he loves in the mix, or will there be a Big Bad Wolf to take her place?

One breakdown, and I ended up behind the locked doors of Bluebone Ridge Sanitarium. Something is wrong here. It whispers through the cracked windows, coils beneath the floorboards, and breathes in the frozen Washington air that never truly warms, even in the summer. Something hungry. At night, the screaming starts. I'm locked in like prey, and the dark watches with hollow eyes. When someone—or something—finally sets me free, it isn't a mercy. Because whatever haunted Bluebone Ridge followed me out. It's ancient… starving. And now it knows my scent and the taste of my blood.

On the midwinter full moon, I am dragged by bandits from the only home I know and stood on a chair in a tavern under the gazes of despicable men bidding on my innocence. But then the shadowy figure in the corner calls out the winning offer, and I realize he is like no one I've ever seen before. Now I belong to Torvolk, Ranger of the Bloodfire Clan, and neither of us knows what this means. He's taken me through the pathway in the standing stones to his world, where I discovered naught is as it has always seemed.

Newly divorced and armed with nothing but grit, strong coffee, and a Pinterest board full of impossible dreams, my plans to renovate a crumbling seaside lodge are jeopardized by the town's grumpiest, greenest contractor. Gerralt Banesman is big, broody, and allergic to conversation. I'm sunshine, sass, and a walking chaos magnet. Our first meeting ended with spilled wood stain, sharp words, and one very offended orc.

Necromancers need help, and since no one else is applying for the job, Erasmus feels it's his responsibility. The hurdles are many, not the least of which is locating off-the-grid necromancers. When the Warlock Council stubbornly refuses even the barest of aid, Erasmus makes a call he fears he'll regret. Help doesn't come free, and Erasmus wonders if he'll be able to pay the price when the bill finally comes due.

If a no-strings hookup is required, then I'm the perfect guy. When I meet Danny, I can't believe my luck. A sexy wolf shifter who's also a fireman? Who runs from relationships just as fast as I do? Sign me up. The night that follows is one for the history books and the best part? Neither of us is looking for a repeat. That doesn't mean we won't see each other again. Without even realizing it, we become friends. Friends who do everything together. Everything with Danny is perfect, but when I start to yearn for more from my hookups, I know something needs to change.

Chaos. Magic. Love. Three elements to my life that have brought me to this point—traveling to the God realm. I know we can handle whatever the fates decide to toss our way. Yet between visiting Queen Titania's court and learning far more about my demi-gods' past than I could have expected... I just hope we can retain some semblance of sanity by the end of this. And what happens when I finally meet the man, the myth, the... well, god, obviously—Set. My father. What has Isis been hiding from me? Secrets are unraveling nearly as fast as things are heating up between my men and me.

Learning that I'm a wolf shifter didn't come as a surprise. I always knew there was something different about me. Finding out that my adoptive parents knew all along, right before they drugged and sold me off to my captors, convincing the world that I was dead, was the shocking part. But a voice cuts through my despair. Christophe Nightwolf reminds me of the dreams I have beyond this prison cell and our torturer's mind games. Even in this dark, cold, agony-filled prison, he sees me, though we've never laid eyes on each other.

Year three at Dragonis Academy was supposed to be manageable. I'd survived two years of brutal competition, backstabbing classmates, and professors who'd rather see me dead than graduate. I have Klauth by my side now, who just happens to be an ancient dragon king. The universe has a sick sense of humor when it comes to my life. The cursed egg I've been carrying since last semester pulses with dark energy. Thauglor teaches me everything he can while he's imprisoned. Meanwhile, my father's agents lurk in every shadow, and now the headmaster appears to be playing a deadlier game than I realized.

You know the phrase, "It is what it is?" Well, for Bridget Woods, it is what you make it. But even she has to admit… this situation seems pretty hopeless. She accepted the Locke Pack's ridiculous offer so she could finally find some control over her life. Sure, they were a hot mess, and she definitely hated them, but Bridget was never a girl to shy away from a challenge. She also never expected she would be splashed across media headlines, outed as the famous pro-baseball players' "fake fiancée." There's only one way to save face—the atrocious alphas have to double down and move in with her.

This isn't what we wanted. Sherwood is splintering. People are suspicious, angry, violent, and they blame us for the chaos: me and my four shifters. We wanted to save this place, but it might not want saving after all. And we just might end up as fractured as this place itself.

I should be dead. Hell, I was dead—at least, that's what the world believes. But I don't get the mercy of staying six feet under like the government wanted. Not until I claw my way through the academy that yearns to finish what was started that night. I'd vowed to get back to the men who risked everything to save me—the ones twice my age who should've never looked twice at the naive, bubbly Omega who thought the world wasn't cruel. I learned the hard way. It's merciless.

Juniper Walden was shocked when she went from a Beta to an Omega in the blink of an eye. After meeting Seth, Bennett, Theo, and Arin, she finds herself spending her first heat in their care. After the heat, her new life is full of change and uncertainty as she navigates four new relationships, career highs, and confrontations with family. Seth and Bennett would do anything for her, Theo has his own reservations about designation politics, and Arin just wants to make sure June's future with the pack is anxiety-free. As strange occurrences begin to pile up, that becomes easier said than done.

My grandmother taught me that magic is like baking: it's all about intention. As a fire witch, I pour my heart into every loaf of bread, every comfort scone. Opening a bakery with my coven sisters was supposed to be the culmination of that dream—a place where our kitchen magic could shine. But during renovations, we didn't just find asbestos; we found a skeleton clutching a scorched spellbook. A spellbook that hums with a power that recognizes my own, practically begging me to uncover its secrets. This wasn't just any skeleton; it was a kitchen witch, just like me, and she was murdered.