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One woman on a world tour with her five rockstar soulmates. She's the moon, and they are her stars. The whole world seems to shine a little brighter when they're together, carrying them through Ireland, England, Japan, Australia, and back to the city of Seattle to start their real lives together.

Young, dumb, and broke. That's what started everything. With five dollars in her pocket, and everything she owns stuffed in the back of her car, Lilith Goode's life is over. Done. Destroyed. Ten words. One text. That's what it took to change the whole world. A crumpled concert ticket. A chance encounter. That's what it takes to start all over again. Five rockstars. One girl. Six dark hearts, six withered souls. But can one broken person really put another back together again? And is a cross-country tour the place to do it?

Lilith Goode is dating - and in love with - five gorgeous rock stars. She shares her body, her heart, and her soul with each one of them. But can one woman really love five different men? What if they're all tattooed, pierced, scarred, and broken? And what if they all need her as much as she needs them?

Es gibt eine Bande, mit der man sich an der Prescott High nicht anlegen sollte, es sei denn, man will, dass sie einen vernichtet. Die HAVOC-Jungen. Meine Feinde wurden zu Freunden und Liebhabern. Diese Jungen waren nie Heilige gewesen. Der Krieg, der sich zusammenbraut, sorgt aber dafür, dass ihre inneren Dämonen wieder auferstehen. Vor langer Zeit war ich ihr Opfer. Dieses Mal habe ich das Sagen.
Das letzte Jahr an der Schule ist mein Jahr.

I did not intentionally get my butt stuck to a frozen toilet seat. I did not mean to spray my favorite singer in the face with pepper spray. Promise: I'm just a fangirl, not a stalker. Pop-rock band, Inked Pages, has just rescued this failed bookshop owner from a desolate rest stop. These four spicy rockstars plan to drop me off at home and skedaddle to their ultra-viral holiday concert. But the blizzard is a Christmas miracle in disguise.

These forgotten witches aren't too wicked to fall for. A coven of shadows with a curse on my heart and my house. They bake f*cked-up cupcakes in my kitchen and unalive influencers in my front yard. These men make zombies out of their own relatives, and a panting mess out of their own wife. The Witchwoods are a violent stain on the world. Eradicating that blight is worth the dirty, rotten things we do. With a second coven's sacrifice, we can close the gate. Locking the Hag Wytch in her supernatural prison has to be easier with more witches.

I’m the salvation for the dirty throne of the city’s underworld, the only person who can secure a future for the Death by Daybreak Motorcycle Club. There are few people in this world whom I can trust—a mafia brat, a soon-to-be nun, and four lascivious demons—but that’ll have to be enough, or we’ll all burn together in glorious flame. Only, there’s no telling what my father will do now that he knows the truth.

Brynn of Haversey has some ghostly problems, but luckily she has six potential lovers to make it all a bit easier....

I'm the princess to a dirty throne of motorcycles and madness, daughter of the president of the Death by Daybreak Motorcycle Club. My father's four closest officers—men dressed in blood and death and sin—they're my honor guard, cloaked in leather vests and tattoos. Only, there's nothing honorable about them at all. They're all wrong for me. Every motorcycle club has its old ladies. These guys...they share one. They share me .

I’m the queen to a dirty throne of men and mania, a dissenter who's supposed to be a quiet accomplice to the Death by Daybreak Motorcycle Club. The four wicked men I’ve summoned are like the Horsemen of the Apocalypse—albeit dressed in leather and riding chrome stallions—and I’m the last judgement, bringing the end of the world as the club knows it. Only, it’s with my own hands bathed in blood and betrayal.

There's one heart you can’t break at Prescott High, not unless you’re one of them. The Havoc Boys. They’re my family, my redemption, and my future. Victory at Prescott High has always meant escape. Once upon a time, that meant graduation and a one-way ticket out of town. But everything is different now. This year, my life changed in irrevocable ways. The Havoc Boys have a Havoc Girl; they have a queen who wears her crown with pride. I’ll need every ounce of strength I possess to dig us out of an early grave.

There’s one mistake you don’t make at Prescott High, not unless you want me to ruin you. Do not touch my beautifully broken Havoc Boys. Harbin, Fadler, Channing-Blackbird, Montauk, and Park. Death stalks the halls of Prescott High. Once upon a time, my best friend betrayed me. For over a year, I let that two-faced bitch go. But not anymore. This time, she’s stirred up the devil in me.

Hot bullies, busted cars, and the party of the year. On an endless loop. I don’t know how, but I’m living today over and over again. Every year, the town of Devil Springs holds a celebration known as Devils’ Day. There’s no magic, but there might as well be: We wear masks, we play tricks, we party hard. Every year, the students of Crescent Reform School party the hardest. They’re the lewdest, the most wanton, ribald, and lascivious.

Finding out you’re the daughter of a millionaire true crime novelist isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. When I was two, I was kidnapped. Kidnapped by a loving family, sure, but still kidnapped. Now, my biological mom wants me to live with her on the opposite side of the country. Her…and my new stepdad and his jerk of a son: Parrish.

Allies and enemies wear the same skins: witches, demons, faeries, vampires...werewolves. It's impossible to tell what's hiding beneath the carefully crafted facades, the sinful slashes of smiling lips. Magic died in our people long ago; today, it blinks sleepy eyes and wakes up. Ancient gods raise their heads, spirits once thought to be whispers of myth, urge us to fight. They give us the power to defend ourselves from those who would take our magic as their own.

I am Zara Wolf, the heir to the throne of all the packs. I’m also in possession of a stolen faerie treasure used to tap my people’s magic for decades. The witches want it back; the fae want it returned. But I had no idea I was getting involved in a war between the faerie courts. There are seven men who hold my heart, who make up my own personal pack. But there’s only one human: my best friend, Faith Cassidy. She’s the one link I have to my humanity, the thing that keeps the wolf in me at bay. If the Seelie Prince wants her, he’ll have to kill me first.

Mich für einen der reichen Jungen entscheiden. Lieber stelle ich mich den Hyänen, als diese Wahl zu treffen. Wie können meine vier Jahre an der Burberry-Akademie wirklich schon zu Ende gehen? Nein, Tristan, Zayd, Creed, Zack und Windsor bedeuten mir im Moment alles. Meine Kraft, meine Leidenschaft, mein Herz, mein Einfühlungsvermögen, meine Freude. Die Liebe ist ein grausamer Meister, aber ich kann niemandem die Schuld dafür geben, nur mir selbst.

Die Neue teilen. Das wird nicht einfach, oder? Besonders dann nicht, wenn wir versuchen, dabei unsere Vorrangstellung in der gesellschaftlichen Szene der Burberry-Akademie zu bewahren. Marnye lernt, uns zu vergeben. Das Mindeste, was wir tun können, ist, sie zu beschützen. Lasst uns sehen, wer dafür sorgt, dass sie sich in ihn als Erstes verliebt.

Die reichen Jungs brechen. Schwierig, aber machbar. Idioten wie sie haben es nicht verdient, die Burberry-Akademie zu beherrschen. Ich werde mich an Tristan, Zayd und Creed rächen und habe vor, an ihnen ein Exempel zu statuieren. Dann gibt es da noch Zack, diesen footballspielenden Idiot der Schulauswahl. Ach ja, habe ich erwähnt, dass gerade ein Prinz an die Akademie gekommen ist? Was soll ich mit den beiden machen?

Das neue Mädchen brechen. Das sollte einfach sein, nicht wahr? Abschaum wie sie hat an der Burberry-Akademie nichts zu suchen. Nein, Marnye Reed wird abstürzen, und wir haben vor, ein Schauspiel daraus zu machen. Lasst uns herausfinden, wem es als Erstem gelingt, dass sie sich in ihn verliebt. Die Wette gilt. Wer spielt mit? Ich muss mich mit verdorbenen reichen Jungs auseinandersetzen.