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I am respected in Leafshire Cove because I perform magic exactly the way it should be performed—with a witch's intuition. My spells are precise, and they're either wonderfully practical or completely fun. Regardless, my magic is true magic. On market days, my cart always has the longest line. That is, until he arrives. An arrogant, foolish minotaur with a ridiculously posh accent sets up shop right beside me. And even though his magic is only a mishmash of tacky illusions and over-the-top displays, townsfolk flock to him. Infuriating.

Every young woman dreams of wearing a crown. But never a fae crown. Because the crowns of fae are forged with blood. Being the forced bride of a fae king was supposed to be torture. King Aspen was supposed to be my enemy. But I was wrong about him. So wrong I think I might be in love with him. With our wedding just three days away, we are closer than ever to securing the treaty between the humans and fae. But when my past becomes grounds for invalidating our alliance, war looms yet again.

Professor Lilah Zirkander is looking forward to a summer in the paleontology lab, researching and cataloging new fossils. But that summer takes an unexpected turn when the king sends her into the Ice Blades to a secret mine where ancient dragon bones have been discovered. Rumor has it that they're cursed and dangerous, but Lilah is more concerned about dealing with the outpost commander, a fierce officer with the temperament of a crabby badger.

A thousand years have passed since a dragon has been seen in the world. Science and technology have replaced magic, which has dwindled until it has become little more than an element of myth and legend. There are those who still have dragon blood flowing through their veins, distant descendants of the mighty creatures of old. These rare humans have the power to cast magic, the power to heal, and the power to craft alchemical weapons capable of starting wars...or ending them.

I have one talent, and it's not relationships. It's weaving. But I have one chance to keep my cozy little life in the magical Leafshire Cove, and it's going to require a partner. I swore off romance—my last relationship was a humiliating disaster. But to enter the mayor's tapestry contest and win the contract attached, I need a date, thanks to a ridiculous ancient faerie spell requiring attendants to bring a potential partner. When my frenemy suggests the new watchtower guard, a growly gargoyle named Romulus who never speaks and hides inside a massive cloak, I think she's lost her mind.

Freddie Gellar didn't mean to get half the rival high school arrested. Except the next day, a body is found. So, like the aspiring sleuth (and true X-Files aficionado) she is, Freddie sets out to prove there's a murderer at large. As more pranks unfurl, more bodies also start piling up in the forest. But it's the supernatural warning signs around town – each plucked straight from an old forgotten poem called The Executioners Three – that worry Freddie the most.

There's a power vacuum on Olympus. That's the thing about a civil war. Everyone's weaker in the end than when the war began. If the gods don't stop attacking each other, none of them will have the strength to rule. Anarchy can be worse than tyranny. You can assassinate a tyrant. You can't eliminate everyone under anarchy. Why does everyone seem to think I'm the answer to the problem? Sure, I can reap gods. I'm the only mortal the Olympians fear.

Tahlia is half-fae. Wrong blood. Wrong ancestors. Wrong everything. She’ll never be allowed to become a Mist Knight—a dragon riding warrior who defends the kingdom’s wild north coast. But when the noble female she squires for runs off with a barkeep, she decides to take the noble’s place, risk death by fire, and sneak into the tournament that will name the next Mist Knight.

Tahlia, Marius, Fara, and the rest of the dragon-riding Mist Knights are off on another mission. When the order flies north to fight the pirates harassing the coastline, they discover the infamous Eelsmen have a new high captain. Not only is this individual unknown, he is an Unseelie—a powerful Seer from the Realm of Night.

Tasked with retrieving a kidnapped diplomat, Claudia expects nothing more than another mission for Haven's supernatural police force. In New York's underbelly, she discovers a network of false Chimera suits and vampire-targeting drugs that threatens to shatter the fragile peace between humans and vampires. Her only ally is Sabine Moros, a mysterious vampire whose silver-streaked hair and ancient eyes hint at blood-soaked secrets that could either save Haven—or destroy it.

Claudia Richelieu lives a double life. Shadow Bane trainee by day, Chimera operative by night. Her mission to protect Haven's citizens keeps her busy—until her mentor Sabine Moros vanishes. Defying a direct order from Haven's ruler to mount a rescue mission, her search leads her to Scotland, where she uncovers a deadly conspiracy between two rival groups—the Shadow Banes and the Nightshades.

All should be well in in the realms of the fae, but instead, bloodshed has already begun. Deimos, high king of the Afterworld, has stepped out of his realm for the first time to offer Delphine a deal that will seal the future of faerie forever: betray her own kind and end the bloodshed...or watch faerie drown in war.

As a Chimera agent for Haven's most powerful arbiter, Claudia Richelieu is used to dangerous missions. Her training to become a legendary Shadow Bane draws unwanted attention, changing everything. A simple assignment in Los Angeles turns deadly when a charismatic vampire actor reveals his true colors. Claudia is caught in a web of deception where ancient feuds between the Shadow Banes and a mysterious group called the Nightshades threaten everything she holds dear.

All over the world, #MeToo inspired generations of women to fight in new ways for their rights. Yet so far, the news is dominated by narratives of celebrities and politicians in the US and UK. These are the stories you haven't heard. Stories of campaigning in the face of censorship, arrest and murder. Stories from favelas, film sets and feted institutions. Stories of passing groundbreaking laws against sexual harassment. For these women, #MeToo was not the beginning - and it is not the end.

I've lived in the mud quarter my entire life, watching as the fireguards came every five years to select the prettiest girls to go to the Seat to start new lives. They get it all: husbands, houses without a speck of dirt, and enough food that hunger wasn't a constant pain in your belly. This year, it's my turn. The dragon that forces our kingdom to cower under our magnificent dome and hide behind stone walls hasn't shown any signs of leaving.

The legends didn't do Dracula justice. Bat shifting is one thing. The ability to connect his mind to any he'd sired was an ability severely understated in the stories. His horde is like a bloodsucking Borg collective. Add to that his abilities to travel the astral plane and hypnotize his victims with a glance and his butt-load of money . . . There's a creek, and a paddle, and I've lost my paddle. I've defeated a god or two in my day. I've never faced an enemy like this. It may be my biggest challenge yet, but we have one advantage.

Just when I thought this quest couldn’t end soon enough, yet another surprise sends us sprinting further north in a desperate search for a cure. We’re running out of time, and the life of my mate—let alone the entire world—rests in the balance.

The gods might be crazy . . . Some of them are pissed! I couldn't blame them. How was I supposed to know that all the supernatural nasties I'd reaped were going to overrun Olympus? Most of these gods hadn't been on earth for thousands of years. Some of them are enjoying themselves . . . a bit too much . . . Others are looking for revenge. They're coming for me. It's one thing to wonder whether I can possibly survive the wrath of the gods. Now that they're targeting innocent people to draw me out, I have to ask . . . Is it possible to reap a god?

Marc and Emma are on the graveyard shift onboard the Sycorax, an interstellar spacecraft bound for New Haven, a colony world fifty light years from Earth. For the crew of the Sycorax, interstellar flight is boring—that is, until they run into a tempest. Before long, they find themselves on a crippled spacecraft falling toward a black hole, but that's the least of their problems...

I thought getting a mate would solve my problems. I thought The Oracle would answer my questions. As it turns out, I was wrong on both counts. Because I have not one, but five mates. They’ve all claimed a piece of me, but instead of making me whole, they’ve torn me apart.