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Even the mysterious world of Harmony has people who don't quite fit in. They're drawn to places like Rainshadow Island, a beautiful sanctuary where anyone can feel safe—and where secrets are closely guarded . . . Schooled in an exotic form of martial arts, and with the ability to detect the...

My name is Bexley Adams, but most people call me Karma. I control the streets, where my name is whispered with hope and horror. I am the enforcer of justice, the blade in the night, and, well, I have fun doing it—until I accidentally catch the attention of the three kings of the city. Each of the three Sai brothers is more dangerous than the last, and right now, their gazes are locked on me.

After the death of their abusive patriarch, sixteen-year-old Desiree "Dez" Sarpe and her family moved to the high plains of Wyoming for a fresh start. Life is quieter now, but peace doesn't put food on the table. Unable to get a job, Dez reluctantly stays home—before following a track in the long grass and finding Granny Iyaga. Granny hires Dez for housecleaning, and also begins teaching her peculiar things. School starts, winter approaches, and for the first time, Dez begins to relax.

Roman Volkov is a devil in human skin. His next mission is revenge, and she is meant to be nothing more than a pawn in his game. But Ayla Aslan sees something human in him—and dares to love. An angel who once thought she could change him quickly learns he doesn't love; he destroys. Yet angels burn devils alive, and Roman realizes too late that she is his obsession, his weakness, his undoing. She has damned him, but he has shattered her heart.

Their rivalry was legendary. Could one reality show rewrite their ending? Ryan is a hotshot hockey player and Wren’s big brother’s best friend. He has always tormented her mercilessly, making shy, geeky Wren feel like she could never measure up to his effortless cool. She’s loathed him for...

My enemy is the Apocalypse. Anonymous. Faceless. Shrouded in cloaks and deception. They are the true puppeteers of East Point, pulling the strings of their minions and controlling the masses of sheep. They're cowards hiding behind false identities and blank addresses. And guess who's still their number one plaything? Yep, that's me. When I came to East Point, I had one mission in mind: find the people responsible for killing my best friend. And boy, did I get more than I bargained for. Everything I've looked into twists and turns into dead ends. No one is who they say they are.

Asher Anderson is angry―at the world, at himself, at the way his best friend Lucy Wolfe seems determined to tune out this buzzing connection between them. He doesn't mean to solve all his problems with violence, but maybe he has too much of his father in him. That's why the faculty at Avernia College hates him, right? Because of the "evil" blood in his veins?

A secluded log cabin with snow-covered hills and crackling fires. Pure bliss. Or at least that was what my best friend and I had planned. But plans change when his twin brother decides to crash our holiday escape. Hendrix is steady, kind, and always by my side. Wilder is, well… wild. He's everything I shouldn't want while his twin—my best friend—is the perfect guy. Not that he's ever looked at me that way. Unlike his brother… who can't seem to take his eyes off of me.

Sent back to the human world by my brother and the shaman, I found refuge among humans, reconnecting with an old friend who urged me to embrace the life I left behind. Yet, my shelter was short-lived when the alpha, Cannon, captured me once more. In his pack, I witnessed the stark differences between the pack I came from and the Blackridge Peak Pack. I longed to belong to a community as free as this—all the while resisting the magnetic pull towards the alpha.

After years of waiting patiently in the shadows, I've finally come to claim what is mine. And that prize is Viviana Valachi, the youngest daughter of the Valachi Don. She is timid and obedient, everything her father raised her to be. But there is a fire in those Valachi eyes that is matched only by her brother, whom I hold captive. Azrael is on the move. No place or person is safe, even those I keep in golden cages.

Azrael-angel of death, grim reaper, destroyer of worlds-has messed up. Instead of taking Molly Molloy's soul, he patted her on the back and saved her from choking on a chicken wing. Now this extraordinarily ordinary New York City waitress can see him. Talk to him. Touch him. Say 'no' to him. And make him question every assumption he has about what it means to live.