Lola Glass

I made a plan to get mated to a werewolf for my own safety—and nearly got myself killed. Apparently, shifting isn't easy for everyone. Me, being everyone. After I narrowly survive becoming a wolf, I have to marry this man I barely know. But he's funny. And thoughtful. And yes, I'm starting to...

I ran into a werewolf at a grocery store. The moment our eyes met, he decided I was his mate. Now he's trapped in his furry form, threatening every other guy who so much as looks in my direction. His friends try to convince me that I need to stay in his house until he goes human again, but I...

It was an average day . . . until a gorgeous demon waltzed into my coffee shop and asked me to be his mate. I jokingly agreed, but he was serious. And now I'm mated to him. Permanently. He drinks lust to survive, so that makes me his immortal meal. If that wasn't bad enough, he's just gotten out...

My new roommate is a gorgeous demon. The most uptight, boring demon in all of existence. Did I mention that he hates me? I'm only living with him because my brother trusts him to prevent me from having any amount of freedom. Until he loses control for a second. Just a split second, but that...

Those sentences might not seem like they fit together, but in my case, they do. Because six months ago, I was turned into a vampire by said ex. And a few days later, my potential mate—who's a demon—fed me his blood on the sly. Now, I'm literally addicted to him.

I made a deal with the fae king five years ago. He's come to collect payment— in the form of a marriage. Now, my bargain requires me to live with him. Share a bed with him. Vow to spend the rest of my immortal life with him, too. He expects me to be his pretty little werewolf, as if I'm just...

I brought my friend's housewarming present to the wrong place. A grumpy werewolf answered the door, and shifted into a massive wolf. Apparently, we're mates. And apparently, my mate doesn't like cake. Who doesn't like cake? Sugary goodness aside, he's bitter and jaded. I'm… well, the opposite...

I met a werewolf in a hospital and somehow ended up mated to him. I never believed werewolves were real, but now I'm face-to-face with the truth. They exist. And this one has decided I belong to him. Or at least his wolf has. The man doesn't actually seem to want me.

My friend was abducted by a werewolf, so I went looking for her—and ended up mated to one too. Because this isn't the first time I've been trapped in a mate bond with some guy I don't know. But this guy is different. He's shy. Sweet, too.

I was assigned to play in the Fae Bachelorette . . . so I wrote a letter to the Society asking to put me in Survival of the Mated instead. That sounds crazy, doesn't it? It feels kind of crazy. But I've seen the guys on Survival. I know the guys on Survival. And there's one I want as my mate. So...

My car broke down in front of a grumpy bear shifter's cabin in the middle of nowhere. He just happens to be my older brother's best friend, and the last person I'd ever want to be trapped with. But it started snowing. And considering my brutal fiancé is hot on my heels, hiding out with the...

I'm being forced to play in the world's worst reality game show, Survival of the Mated. In the end, I'll have to choose which one of the three hot, gigantic fae finalists I'm going to marry. I knew this was coming, but that doesn't make it any easier. Neither does the rain that won't stop...

I went to the Supernatural Resort for protection—and was immediately claimed by the shifter who owns the place. Because of what I am, everyone hates me. Humans and supernaturals alike. But the Resort needs magic like mine to protect it. So the owner makes me his. Which backfires, because now...

I've been thrown out of a plane and dropped on an island full of gorgeous, massive men. Did I mention that said men are all magical fae guys competing for the right to marry me? Yeah, it's a mess. Every man on the island has the same two goals: Defeat his competitors, and win my heart. Luckily...

I made spaghetti for my hot arch nemesis, kissed him, then somehow ended up mated to him. Planned? No. Desired? Also no. Unless we're talking about physically, because—whew—there is some serious heat between us in more ways than one.

I accidentally slept with my fated mate… and now, he wants to make it permanent. It doesn't help that I may or may not be growing his baby as we speak.

He wants a mate bond. I don't. He's even more stubborn than I am, though. So, I agree to move in with him, for the sake of putting more emotional distance between us. But the plan backfires. And it makes me like him more.

I flirted with a dragon shifter at a wedding, and it accidentally started a magical, miserable mating process between us. It's technically my fault, but we're not focusing on that. Now, we have to figure out how to fight the magic pushing us together. Or… we have to embrace the bond.

I almost hooked up with a werewolf… but before we got to third base, he dragged me off to jail. Apparently, he's the leader of the pack in town. The fact that I’m an illegal blood wolf—a vampire/werewolf hybrid—doesn’t help my case. And he didn't appreciate me accidentally biting him...

I'm trapped in a cabin with a gorgeous dragon shifter. Granted, I was the one who accidentally ignited his heat, an intense mating process. So, it's kind of my fault. Whoops. If we can resist sealing the bond by avoiding, uh, sealing the deal, we'll both be free to go. If we can't, we'll be...