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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.

Hello again, I'm Eve Wakefield, and I refuse to accept that I'm in love with an intergalactic moth prince. No. I don't care how handsome he is, I don't want to marry him. I don't care if his parents have a sentient spaceship capable of eating entire planets. Love is earned, not swindled by pheromones. I'm now trapped on a ship with an adorable cyborg bodyguard, a golden toilet, and relationship issues. There's the prince I'm supposed to marry, the forest beast I fell in love with, and the never-wears-clothes police officer with tentacles.

I fell through the Looking-Glass; I got back home. But get this: I didn't come alone. Oh, and it doesn't feel like home anymore. Unlike Alice in the original story, this is not my Wonderland.

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?

I met fallen angel princes; I met a Savage Duke; I met a Cheshire Cat. And remember - how could you possibly forget - I'm the fabled Alice from the prophecy. Just a twisted, dark version of the girl in Lewis Carroll's old books. Except in those books, there was a happy ending. In those books, Alice wasn't dating nine very different, very beautiful men. But now that I've met the King of Hearts and the Mad Hatter, I'm not sure who the real bad guys are.

I am werewolf. And I have seven alpha males as my mates. All mine to kiss and hold and touch, seven handsome men for my bed. Three glittering dark courts threaten our existence with their glamorous cruelty: the vampires, the witches, and the fae. Werewolves are missing from all the packs, and my boys and I, we have to find them. Or find out who's killing them. Because I'm the mistress of my men, my packs, a girl known simply as White Wolf. I've promised to protect the men I love, the family and friends I cherish. And the White Wolf...always keeps her promises.

Dearest Listener…. My story is cancelled. Sharing my words thus far has only put us both in danger. It’s better to just call the whole thing off, before somebody gets hurt. Or maybe, just maybe, you are the one who keeps spilling my secrets. That it? You sold me out? I knew it; I knew I couldn’t trust you.

Share the new girl. That won’t be easy, will it? Especially not while trying to keep our thrones in the Burberry Prep social scene. Marnye is learning to forgive us; the least we can do is protect her. Let’s see who can make her fall in love first. This time, there’s no bet. This time, it’s just our hearts on the line.

Choose between the rich boys. I’d rather face the harpies than make that choice. How can my four years at Burberry Prep really be coming to an end? No, Tristan, Zayd, Creed, Zack, and Windsor are everything to me right now. My strength, my passion, my heart, my empathy, my joy. Love is a cruel master, but I have no one to blame for this but myself.

The blood of werewolves runs with the fierce, wild magic of the earth. For millennia, that's what's kept us safe, let us shed our human skins, and run as beasts. Now, it's the siren song that calls our enemies. I'm the girl known as White Wolf, the alpha female for a new pack - a super pack - a combination of my wolves and the wolves governed by the seven alpha males I've chosen as my mates. Together, we represent and protect every werewolf in North America. Together, we represent the most highly desired prey on the continent.

Ash Kelly. Who knew I’d be dating a dead boy? He might be wearing someone else’s skin, but it’ll always be Ash for me. Ash, the obsessive one, the one with the most to lose, the one I can’t trust. My biggest secret. Kellin Bohnes is always there for me, but he keeps a bulldozer-turned-tank in his warehouse. He has eyes everywhere, but mostly he has eyes for me. Also, he brought me a severed head as a present. His love for me is escalating.

My name is Arizona Smoke, and I’m the fated soul mate to six elemental dragons. Or, at least I thought I was. We even got married - big white dress, custom suits for my beaus, crazy mother-in-law - but now there’s this girl who claims that she is their rightful soul mate. At first, I hated the hunky assholes who’d dropped into my life unannounced, flipped my world upside down, and dragged me into supernatural society kicking and screaming. But now? I’m starting to fall for them, all six of them.

Brynn of Haversey is a spirit whisperer - a person blessed with the ability to see and speak to the dead. In the country of Amerin, she's one of a select few with magical gifts known as whisperers. Every year, the Royal College accepts a small number of new students, all magically inclined, all whisperers. Competition is brutal and the classes, nearly impossible to pass for a half-breed angel with two left feet and a massive pair of black feathered wings.

My name is Arizona Smoke, and I'm the proud owner of a house haunted by my dead Gram, best friend to a cocktail dress loving werewolf, and apparent soul mate to four plumbers who also happen to be elemental dragons. Besides rippling pectorals, tattoos, and … uh, nice, long pipes, the guys also have control of the elements. Supernatural law (whoever heard of such a thing anyway?) dictates that since I stumbled upon the guys in their alternate forms, I have to marry them. All four of them. Oh, and apparently one lousy (okay, awesome) night of sex means that I'm an elemental, too—and no amount of magical penicillin can cure this disease.

Whoa, there. Stop right now. You don’t want to listen to this. Trust me. You really don’t want to listen to this. So back away slowly, hands up, and I won’t have to kill you. They might, though. They might be willing to warm my bed, but I wouldn’t say I trusted them. Just a bunch of psychos, really. My three f--kboys, my three psychos.

My name is Arizona Smoke, and I have six husbands. Four sexy plumbers, one electric electrician...and my last husband? Total prick. Our unconventional marriage is almost complete. All I need to do is reconcile with my first love and rescue a man I’ve never met. As if marrying a bunch of supernatural plumbers isn't hard enough, I also have to deal with the fact my biological father and his six wives are still hunting us, stalking us through sex parties hosted by demons and setting traps for us in the middle of supernatural raves. And you thought your family was dysfunctional!

The taboo turns me on. The dirty. The filthy. The nasty. The man your mother f--king warned you about - is me. Hold onto your panties, ladies. Lucas Carter is here to show you the dark side of the sheets.

The secret is out. I’m officially dating the entire Student Council, but that’s not the only thing that’s outside the norm at Adamson All-Boys Academy. Nah, I think the murders are a bit more remarkable, although my dad might disagree. He’s not exactly thrilled with my fake fiancé or the other four boys who make my pulse race. With two current students dead and three attackers on my tail, it looks like I’m next. The fact that I’m a target isn’t in question, but are the people closest to me involved somehow? Everyone’s a suspect—my family, my classmates, even my new boyfriends.

Psst, I know a secret. The same secret that the Student Council—the super-rich, super handsome elite of Adamson All-Boys Academy—knows, too. Jenica Woodruff, the only girl to ever attend the academy before I showed up, didn't commit suicide: she was murdered. Now, someone is after me, too, but no matter where I go, the killer follows. My new high school isn't safe, and turns out, neither is my old one.

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.