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Here's a riddle for you. What has dark hair, two souls, and a really bad attitude? Good question. Whatever it is, Neveah Lane is currently trapped in a motel room with it. No one should be able to escape from Hell. No one should be able to wriggle out of a contractual soul-bond with a demon. Apparently, the creature that was once Mab, Queen of the Fae, has done both. As the last angel on Earth, Neveah is determined to rescue the human wh...

The Fae enslaved my son. Now I'm their prisoner as well. This crazy rescue attempt was our one and only chance to get Jace back, not to mention stopping the Fae plot to take total control of the Earth. Some chance-it took less than an hour for our cover to be blown. Now nothing stands in the way of the Unseelie's plan to install a ruling class of brainwashed magical children so they can move the Fae Court from Dhuinne to the human realm. M...

In meinem Schuppen im Garten ist ein heißer, toter Typ eingesperrt. Und als wäre das nicht schon schlimm genug, versucht er jetzt auch noch, auszubrechen. Als Kind sagte mein Vater mir immer wieder, dass ich ein schlimmes Ende nehmen würde - genau wie meine Mom. So etwas ständig zu hören, hinterlässt mit der Zeit seine Spuren, aber ich kann nicht behaupten, dass ich erwartet habe, dass ich mein schlimmes Ende einem aufgebrachten Vampir mit s...

I never thought I'd see home again. Now, I almost wish I hadn't. After giving myself up to the Fae, I expected to become the latest casualty of a war that should have ended centuries ago. Instead, I ended up inextricably bound to the last vampire on earth. My life since the Fae marked me has become unrecognizable. Inside, I'm still the 26-year-old waitress who struggled with working two jobs while being serially dumped by a parade of disgr...

Mein Vater ist von meinen Erzfeinden entführt worden. Entweder das, oder er ist freiwillig mit ihnen gegangen und hat mich an sie verkauft. Was auch immer zutrifft, ich werde ihn finden. Allerdings wäre das viel einfacher, wenn mich nicht jede Fae in Chicago in meinem eigenen Blut ertränken wollte. Das lasse ich aber nicht zu. Der einzige, der auch nur in die Nähe meines Blutes kommt, ist der siebenhundert Jahre alte Vampir, der mich ger...

Vithii military cyborgs never go rogue. At least, that's the official line. How could they, when their emotion centers have been ripped out and replaced with tech? No, cyborgs are only good at three things-following orders, destroying whatever target you point them at, and walking calmly into the vaporization chamber when it's time for them to be decommissioned. PX-12-better known to his friends as Pax-adequately performed two of those f...

New Orleans is a hot mess. Ancient feuds. Demonic forces bent on destruction. Oh, and apparently vampires are real. Della didn't sign up for any of this. She didn't sign up for violence and mayhem in the streets of the Big Easy. She didn't sign up to be a magnet for an evil force intent on hunting down the reincarnated souls of its enemies. She sure as hell didn't sign up for rescue by a sinfully tempting vampire lord and his fashion-mod...

Broke ex-waitresses aren't supposed to have archenemies. Seriously, that kind of crap is way above our pay grade. We certainly aren't supposed to have multiple supernatural beings competing for the title of "scariest nemesis." Yet that's where I find myself, now that the last vampire on Earth is no longer the last vampire on Earth. Ransley Thorpe turned his closest friend in a last-ditch effort to save his life. Now all three of us have ta...

There's a smokin' hot dead guy locked in my garden shed. That part's bad enough. But now, he's trying to get out. Growing up, my father always told me that I'd come to a bad end, just like my mom did when I was a kid. Hearing that kind of stuff when you're little eventually gets to a girl, but I can't say I ever expected my 'bad end' to involve an angry vampire with a severe case of iron deficiency and a panty-melting English accent. Maybe...

Allies are turning into enemies. I have enough enemies already, thanks. So... yesterday was Hell. Literally. Now, I find myself asking how a day could be that terrible, while also being the most amazing day of my life. When I fled my safe haven in the demon realm to deliver news of betrayal and conspiracy to Rans, I thought it meant I was losing everything. Again. Instead, I've just gained the most valuable gift I could ever receive. I'm...

My father has been kidnapped by my worst enemies. Either that, or he willingly sold me out to them. Whatever the case, I'm going to find him. Mind you, this would be a lot easier if every Fae in Chicago wasn't already out for my blood. They're not getting it, though. The only one who's getting anywhere near my blood is the seven-hundred-year-old vampire who saved me. Yes, there are times when I'm convinced he's not quite right in the hea...

She made a blood vow to save him. But first, she'll have to save herself. Ryder isn't a stupid woman, and she knows better than to volunteer for things. Volunteering always gets you into trouble. So it's really no surprise when her undercover operation to retrieve Temple Akenzua from the belly of a Regime prison goes tits-up in fairly short order. With Ryder stuck on the wrong side of the bars, the rescue mission has now become a mission o...

Ash is dead. Okay, that's a lie. He's not. Not really. Somehow, that doesn't make things any better. After reports of a fatal hovercar accident outside the Capital-complete with a charred body and DNA identification-it seems at first that all is lost in the Shadow Wing's quest to infiltrate the Premiere's inner circle. But one member of the vigilante group refuses to accept the evidence of his human comrade's death. Draven knows Ash. He kn...

When you can no longer outrun your enemies, you have two choices. Turn and fight for your life, or give up. I've never been one for giving up. Unfortunately, running away from your problems only works for so long. Since I got pulled into the secret underworld of demons, Fae, and vampires, it's been one crisis after another. I've been dodging and ducking, rather than hitting back. Reacting instead of acting. Ransley Thorpe and I have been g...

Become a bartender at The Vixen's Den, they said. The owner isn't really a vampire, they said. It'll be fun, they said. And suddenly I'm neck deep in a world I've never really believed in, no matter what my crazy Great Aunt Mabel used to say. Seriously, I have more than enough drama in my life already, without adding an irresistibly mesmerizing nightclub owner to the mix. My boss-a man with a penchant for trouble and the echo of tragedy lu...

There's a smokin' hot dead guy locked in my garden shed. That part's bad enough. But now, he's trying to get out. Growing up, my father always told me that I'd come to a bad end, just like my mom did when I was a kid. Hearing that kind of stuff when you're little eventually gets to a girl, but I can't say I ever expected my 'bad end' to involve an angry vampire with a severe case of iron deficiency and a panty-melting English accent. Maybe...

Allies are turning into enemies. I have enough enemies already, thanks. So... yesterday was Hell. Literally. Now, I find myself asking how a day could be that terrible, while also being the most amazing day of my life. When I fled my safe haven in the demon realm to deliver news of betrayal and conspiracy to Rans, I thought it meant I was losing everything. Again. Instead, I've just gained the most valuable gift I could ever receive. I'm...

The survival of the last living dragons rests with me and my misfit friends. So... yeah. No pressure. Mind you, this whole thing would be easier if two of our number weren't hell-bent on killing each other. Rayth and Nyx have both been hiding secrets for a very long time, but now they face a choice. Let go of their ugly pasts, or watch the future burn to the ground. We won't be able to hide five hungry, growing dragons in the mountains for...

Our secret is out, and now we're marked for death. A lone survivor escaped the mountain battle, carrying news of our dragons' existence to the court of Prince Oblisii. Utrea's dragons were supposed to have been wiped out long ago. Only these five remain-a male and four females. They're all that's left to carry on the species, but first we have to keep them alive. The prince will come soon with his army, and I'm stuck on a mountaintop wit...

We ran away, but it didn't solve our problems. Now, we're going back to fight for Aristede. And oh, yeah-there's also the small matter of toppling Rayth's corrupt younger brother from the Utrean throne, so we can remove the bounty on our dragons' heads. I mean, what could possibly go wrong? As the king's eldest son, Rayth grew up expecting to rule. Instead, he ended up disgraced and exiled. When he unknowingly stumbled upon the last five d...