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Crown Meets Chaos

The Crown Prince of Valdenmere has never broken a rule in his life — until a flooded corridor and a locked door strand him alone with a leather-jacketed intruder who smells like motor oil and rebellion, and who is hiding something inside his palace's most forbidden room. Forty-eight hours before he is supposed to announce his engagement to a woman he does not love, the punk tears the dust sheet off a piano and starts playing a song only his dead mother knew. The lock clicks. Neither of them reaches for the door.

Fire and Flood

In a world where fire and water are mortal enemies, you are the only neutral soul who can walk between them. But when the fireheart enforcer Kaelen and the waterheart healer Lyra both fall for you, the prophecy of the Twin Hearts turns into a race against time. By moonrise, you must choose a side—or watch both realms burn and drown.

Wings at War

The fortress is already missing two tiers and the third is cracking underfoot when you collide with the one being in all creation you were ordered never to touch. Malachar — the Fallen, the Condemned, Heaven's most wanted exile — is chained to your survival now, and you to his, by a bond neither of you chose and neither of you can break. You have 72 hours to seal the Shattered Meridian before it takes both of you into the void — and every second you spend close to him, your divine armor gets harder to hold.

Anniversary Bite

Four years ago you fell in love with a man who never aged, never ate, and kissed you like he was starving. Tonight, on your anniversary, the blood moon rises for the first time in a century — and Draven Ashveil has gone very, very quiet. The penthouse doors are sealed, two other vampires are already inside, and the man you love is standing at the window with his back to you, shoulders shaking. By the time the moon peaks, you will either be immortal or you will be gone — and Draven has already made his choice.

Signed to the Devil

Your family's debt was signed away in a single night, and the price was you — thirty days as wife to Dorian Voss, the most feared and infuriatingly beautiful man in the city's criminal underworld. The contract sits on a mahogany desk inside a lakeside manor with locked iron gates, and the ink is already dry. By Day 31, if no one files termination, the paper marriage becomes permanent — and only Dorian knows that clause exists.

Closer to Her Than You

You came home to find your best friend already inside — not in the living room, not waiting for you, but behind your little sister's closed door with music playing and laughter you were not part of. Three years of Marcus Vael being your person, your constant, your 2 a.m. call — and tonight he forgot to text you he was even coming over. The door is still closed. You have not knocked yet. But you heard her laugh at something he said, and your chest did something you are not ready to name.

four roommates

the four girls are sitting chatting and you walk into the room