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Welcome to the Mouth of Hell, where I'm training to defeat my past before it destroys my future. To beat my father and secure my freedom, I'll have to be stronger than I've ever been before. If fighting in the cage leaves me too bruised and exhausted to focus on my crumbling personal life, that's just a bonus. Some truths hurt more than lies. And I'm not the only one aching. Ciprian's a stranger. Alistair's losing it. Luca's walking on eggshells. And my ex is here, watching, judging, and stirring up things better left alone.

I walked out of my home and away from my loving sister to protect her. Either I left with him, the man who's watched me from the shadows for months, or he would kill Grace. It's been nine months of living in pure agony and hell. Nine months since I last saw Grace. Nine months of him controlling...

A runewitch on the run has only one option left: join forces with the sarcastic, unpleasantly gorgeous necromancer she loathes The man Thraga loved is dead, and her future is in shambles. When she's sentenced to the gallows for killing her lover's murderers, it's a relief more than anything… until, the night before her execution, a necromancer is thrown into her cell. Escaping with him is her only chance to bring Lark back to life—and also the start of all her troubles.

The day Death comes to Lazarus Gaumond’s town and kills everyone in one fell swoop, the last thing he expects to see is a woman left alive and standing. But Lazarus has her own extraordinary gift: she cannot be killed—not by humans, not by the elements, not by Death himself.

Vengeance is within my grasp. If I can survive the trials. After six brutal months of training, I've earned my place in the lethal Order of Ezkai, the first human in history to do so. The Ezkai General himself had plans for me, and I was ready to climb the ranks until I had the power to end King...

With my father indisposed, I become Queen of the Southern Isles—and it's the heaviest responsibility of my life. I know the Barbarians will come for the kingdom, and I have to prepare for war. But I don't have to do it alone . . . because Wrath is with me. My advisor and my protector, he helps me secure the aid of my allies, and helps me remember my strength. And when I become lost in despair, he tells me I can do this. That I'm the only one who can do this.

Once, I helped save a kingdom. Now, I’m trapped in a prison of thorns and nightmares. My crime? Knowing the location of a power that could reshape the world—a grimoire I swore to protect with my life. That secret is the only thing keeping me alive while my captors wait for me to break. Until he arrives. Beautiful. Ruthless. Dark, inscrutable eyes. A dangerously wicked grin. But he’s not here to rescue me. He wants the grimoire for himself–and he’ll destroy anyone who stands in his way. My only choice is a fragile, temporary alliance with a man I can never trust.

Everything should be fine. The Brid is dead. I'm the new Seelie king. And Lonan is with me, safe from the Unseelie queen—his mother—and terrible brothers. But it's not fine. Nothing is fine. I can't seem to let go of my old life, even as this new one—and my new responsibilities—overwhelm...

Police Chief Delaney Reed can handle the Valkyries, werewolves, gill-men and other paranormal creatures who call the small beach town of Ordinary, Oregon their home. It’s the vacationing gods who keep her up at night. With the famous rhubarb festival right around the corner, small-town tensions, tempers, and godly tantrums are at an all-time high. The last thing Delaney needs is her ex-boyfriend reappearing just when she's finally caught the attention of Ryder Bailey, the one man she should never love. 

Hauntingly beautiful, with lush prose and a vividly creepy atmosphere, A Dance with Death is a compulsively juicy story that will wind its way into your psyche. Part horror, part magic—this is the gothic love story you didn't know you were missing.

Cillian is no stranger to the pull of dark magic as he is the son of both the Dark realm Princess and the Light realm Prince. What doesn't help is that he may have been further infused with dark magic as a child, during an abduction. The only person with insight into that, however, is not talking. When Cillian finds himself drawn to a human woman in the dream realm, he discovers his dark nature may be worsening her health in the waking realm. Despite trying to reverse this by no longer visiting her, he will find it's harder to give up their visits than he thought.

All I wanted is for my little sister, Della, to be safe and happy. And maybe, in brief stolen moments, I dreamed of a happy ending for myself with a brown-eyed man. That hope has turned into sharp, bright fear. There's only survival now. I'm the daughter of a controlling and cruel billionaire, so I understand about power. But I find myself fighting anyway. I find myself testing them. I have claws and I bite. I’m not going down without a fight. It's like I have a death wish.

Adam is not having a good day. First, he finds out his very long-time boyfriend has been having an affair. Then, his dramatic exit becomes a little too dramatic when he ends up dead. To top it off, he finds out that the afterlife isn't at all what he expected (he has no desire to learn to play the harp, thank you very much). Fortunately for him, some afterlife bureaucratic screw-up ends him up with the most smoking-hot demon he's ever seen, and he decides he's keeping him. Maybe the afterlife won't be so bad after all.

Carter. I couldn't remember the last time I'd craved the touch of a living person so badly. This woman was irresistible to me, and yet I couldn't allow myself to have her. Supernaturals like her didn't belong with a thing like me. While I didn't take the souls of the dead to the afterlife or drag the evils of the world into Hell, I did something much worse. For her safety, it was paramount for me to stay away. Then, her father came to me, demanding I bring her home. As a member of the vampire council, telling him to go shove it wasn't an option nor a war I wanted to wage.

Death was all he deserved . . . until it wasn't. No sooner than I step out of sight of Death, and what our deal has wrought, do I regret the words I've spoken. My heart aches from the harshness of my tongue, and I wonder if I have made a grave mistake. And yet, I do not turn back. No. Instead, I harden my heart against these thoughts. Against my feelings. Sealing my fate with yet another mistake borne of disobedience . . . not only to my mother's dying wish, but to the true desires of my soul. A fate that will force me to my very knees to save the ones I love. To save him. To save . . . us.

Death is meant to come on a chariot of broken dreams or in the dark trenches of a storm, not in love letters and gifts. He did not take my soul when I was meant to die. He did not want it all the other times that I've offered it to him on a silver platter. Yet, time and time again, he reminds me that I am his: His night monster, his dark love, his perfect other. Death was the only thing keeping me alive. He watches me from his corner, taunts me with sweet messages, marks my body with his touch as I sleep. He took the people that I love away from me. 

I was played for a fool by Hades and the Fates, when it was Death they always wanted. I am nothing more than mortal pawn in a game of gods and monsters. Now, they have taken everyone from me. They expect me to be broken, to be compliant. To be woven into their plans. But I refuse to let Death's sacrifice be in vain. I refuse to give up without a fight. I refuse to believe that love cannot win.

There are rules that keep the universe in line, that keep Death and Fate balanced in a delicate dance. A Reaper can't feel. A Reaper can't love. A Reaper can't die. Sephtis Reapers can't feel. We aren't born. We're created from the essence of the dead, from Death himself breathing us into...

Raven Kennedy’s Gild meets Jennifer L. Armentrout’s From Blood and Ash in this dark and riveting romantasy following an illegitamate princess caught up in the revenge of gods, the first book in a trilogy about survival, obsession, and the quiet fury of a woman who won’t be forgotten. A...

I was fifteen when the Death King came for us. With a mighty black dragon and the ability to command the dead, he raised an army of our fallen soldiers to fight for him—and conquered us in the night. My father, King Laurier of Scorpion Valley, couldn’t stop him. I tried to flee but came face to face with the man in black armor, the man who looked more like a god than a human. Instead of killing me, he chose to show me mercy… but it didn’t feel like mercy. Not when the next ten years of my life are spent as a slave in the Arid Sands, digging for Black Diamonds from sunrise to sunset.