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Blood. Death. War. A dynasty destroyed, leaving me as the ultimate prize. I'm an unmated Omega Wolf, a princess destined to rule. But the remaining Alpha Princes all want to claim me, their brutal methods terrifying and cruel. I’ve spent the last century running and hiding in places where no one would think to look. Only he found me: Prince Kieran, the most powerful shifter of them all. Our game of hide and seek has come to an end. It’s time for me to submit...or to die fighting.

Heaven: A Forbidden Romance by Darcy Rose I’ve had a crush on my stepbrother since I can remember … He came home for my eighteenth birthday. All I wanted to do was show him I’m not a little girl anymore. I didn’t know that would be the worst decision of my life. Hell: A Dark Romance by J. L. Beck and C. Hallman I’ve built this club from the ground up. A playground for the wicked. In my club, your wildest dreams can come true or your worst nightmares can swallow you whole. Are you ready to play?

Phoebe Pyncheon hasn’t had an easy life. Alone and out of work, she does her best to make ends meet while she finishes her debut novel. But when even the monthly rent becomes too much for the struggling young writer to afford, she is forced to move into her Great Aunt Hester’s boarding house. Known as the House of Seven Gables, this Victorian mansion is a maze of decrepit halls, musty old furniture, and faded glamour. At first, Phoebe feels at home in the strange, quirky old house. But soon she senses a presence lurking in the shadows, just out of sight.

Robbed of her memories, Emma feels like a ghost trapped in her own body. She doesn't remember much, but she knows one thing: something happened to her in Arnsmouth. Whatever had happened to her had been terrible. Desperate to learn the truth, she finds herself drawn to a nightclub known as The Flesh & Bone–a place that she knows might well lead to her certain death.

Ember is a succubus, consuming in every sense. My theory is proven when I specifically ignore Ember for an entire month, yet her scent remains in my nostrils, the vision of her in my mind’s eye. Her peppery musk dances along the back of my tongue, ruining my taste for anyone else. Savannah Merricourt is labeled as my intended, and I should accept it, as I do everything, because my father’s too powerful and I’ve been locked in the basement too many times.