Contained within these fortresses are some of the deadliest criminals from the five supernatural races: vampire, shifter, fey, magic users and demi-fey.Jessa Lebron, twenty-two, has spent her entire life in Stratford, Connecticut, one of the gateway towns adjoining these prisons which protect the fortified borders. She’s a wolf shifter, and her father leads the town council. She learns that much of her life has been hidden from her, secrets which threaten to tear apart the very fabric of her world. Especially the biggest secret of them all.She is dragon marked.Jessa only knows what she’s been told about the dragon marked, that they are dangerous and must be eliminated to prevent the rise of the dragon king, the powerful warmonger who had his head removed a thousand years ago. So now Jessa's on the biggest hit list of all. Dragon mark hunters are lethal and her only hope to evade detection is to keep the energy contained.As more secrets unfold she finds herself locked up in Vanguard, the notorious American supernatural prison. Thankfully she’s not alone. Braxton, the dragon-shifter has her back. Together they must survive long enough to free themselves and the other dragon marked.Because it’s time for the dragon marked to rise.

    WHOOPSIE?Don’t sleep with your best friend. Take it from me. I did it. And it was awful.I-wish-the-tequila-made-me-forget kind of bad.The problem is, Luke has forgotten. He swears that he can’t remember a thing about that night beyond the trays of tequila shots being set on the tables. Except I can't forget. I can’t forget how good his hands felt until I fell over and hit my hip on the dresser, and I sure as hell can’t forget the entire two minutes of tap-tap-squirt.Awkward. Embarrassing. And the new subject of a couple of dirty lucid dreams.But I have no intention of telling him what we did. Nothing good comes from telling your best friend he’s the worst guy you’ve ever slept with.Which makes the tequila on my birthday a very, very bad idea…

    Bills still gotta be paid. Especially when you’re heading into vet med. Emma Chase is nothing special – if anything, with a roomie who turns into a jaguar on a regular basis, she’s the sidekick, not the heroine. Her superpowers have more to do with acing her finals and overworking herself. Knowing her best friend’s secret makes it easier to justify her own inclination to keep people at a distance, but it doesn’t change her life. Until others like him show up on her doorstep, convinced she’s the fated savior of their race, telling her she’s destined to command the magic of – well, Emma doesn’t quite catch that part, she’s too busy getting her ass the hell out of there. What she does know? The Jaguar King is after her, his rivals want her dead, and she doesn’t have to believe in prophecy to believe they’ll stop at nothing to catch her. Violence. Magic. Inappropriate humor. Step into a world of wonder and savagery in a gritty urban fantasy with an unlikely heroine, sizzling heroes, and complicated villains. The Jaguar King is a full-length read and the first in a series, and all the books have satisfying resolutions as well as a series-spanning story arc. Definitely no cliff-hangers – just bad-ass shifters with one goal: claim the prize. Claim the Caller of the Blood.

    — What could be worse than getting hit by a bus? Waking up as Death’s new apprentice, that’s what. I already know how crazy that sounds. For 18 years, I was able to see the dead, so I pretty much managed to deal with a lot of unusual things in the world. I even learned to accept my strange, if not slightly annoying, ”I see dead people” ability. But the one thing that tipped me over the edge? I can’t drink coffee in the afterlife. Not even a sip. I know what you’re thinking. Surely things can’t get any worse than that? Well... I also have a rival apprentice who despises me, a quarterback ghost who won’t leave me the hell alone, a sexy angel determined to take me out on a date, and a silly little crush on my new boss. Yeah, you read that last part right. I have an aimless crush on the Grim Reaper, and no, he isn’t a hooded skeleton clutching a scythe. He’s a gorgeous man in a tailor-made suit and every word he utters fills me with desire...just like the others do, despite my best efforts to resist them. Unfortunately, a mysterious darkness is spreading through the human world, and Death has tasked me with putting an end to it. At least, that’s what I tell myself, as I quite possibly make the worst decisions of my entire life... Death’s Apprentice is a Reverse Harem Urban Fantasy. This series is a medium-burn romance filled with an extreme amount of dark humor, sarcasm, mystery, and a talking dog who is totally judging Sacha’s bad decisions in life. Buckle up, and get ready to join Sacha on her soul-reaping journey...and perhaps a little detour into Hell.

    Obviously.I'm Charisma Carter, tech genius and nerd extraordinaire.I actually used to be Charisma Silverstorm, member of one of the six elite Arcane Families, until my family shunned me when I turned 18 because my magic wasn't strong enough.However, where I lack in magic I more than make up for with the tech I develop, if I do say so myself.Apparently, I'm not the only one.From the minute I received my diploma as a magical engineer, it seems like my world has turned upside down.Now members of all six families are competing to get me to work for them.They're willing to use anything, from bribes to charm.It's not enough that the heirs to Arcane are walking sex gods, they also have a lot of money and exceptional magical skills.As our paths intertwine,I have to try to stay true to who I am, who I've always been, and not succumb to their charms.But how can a girl resist when the future she always dreamed of is right at her fingertips?Authors Note: This book is a reverse harem romance intended for adult audiences. It's the first book of a series and it contains adult language and sexual themes that are not suitable for anyone under the age of eighteen.

    I’m a mechanic, not a hotel manager. I've got enough on my plate trying to keep my shop from going under, my overbearing mother off my back, and my baseball team in contention for the league championship. I don’t have time for a former debutante with zero street smarts and a cash flow problem, even if she is crazy beautiful. Problem is, she’s stranded in my small town, and I’m hiding a protective streak underneath my grumpy exterior that runs deep. So I offer her a place to stay and keep my hands to myself. For exactly one night. If only she weren't so gorgeous. So funny. So eager to please. She’s a disaster behind the wheel, but she drives me wild without even trying--at work, at home, in the back of my truck . . . I can’t get enough of the way she makes me feel. But I know better than to think it can last. She wants a fairy tale, and I’m no prince. So when it comes time for her to leave, there’s nothing I can do but let her go. No matter how much it hurts to say goodbye.

    Chaotic frenzy. Crazy. It doesn’t matter how you define it. It only matters how you perceive it. I’ve always known things I shouldn’t know. Seen things I shouldn’t see, things no one else sees. But one terrifying vision—and my reaction to it—lands me in Brocker’s Center for the Criminally Insane. I’m convinced I can make it through my time here unscathed. After all, I’m not crazy. But after spending time with three guys—a schizophrenic with two personalities, a pathological liar who isn’t to be trusted, and a nymphomaniac with a penchant for knives—I’m beginning to doubt my sanity. Can I separate the real from the mad, or will this place make me spiral further down into the dark recesses of my mind? Am I crazy? I’ll let you decide... *This is a twisted romance novel that’ll leave you questioning if what you’re reading is true, or just a Kiss Of Madness* **WARNING: This book contains themes and situations some readers may find sensitive including mental illness, assault, and attempted sexual assault.