Two months ago, Freya had a tracking anklet and four infuriatingly attractive FBI handlers. Now, she has her own badge and is pretty sure she's in love with all four of her former handlers. Settled in Quantico, Freya finally feels like she belongs. River no longer sees her as a criminal. Jude and Oz have her back in a way no one ever has before. And Eli… well, Eli's still complicated. Freya and the guys have bigger problems, though, because the Cross-Cut Killer is still at large, and he is determined to go after the people Freya cares about most.

I used to think surviving the worst was the hard part. But no one talks about what comes after. Learning to trust. To breathe without flinching. To be held without expecting to break. My Alphas saved me. Claimed me. Wrapped me in the kind of love I never believed I'd have. Every day, I wake tangled in their arms with their scents on my skin and their bonds wrapped tight around my soul. And for the first time in years, I feel safe. Whole. Even happy.

I had a stalker. Three of them, actually. They'd been watching me from the shadows for years. And when the time was right, they seduced me with lies. Lured me into thinking they were good men. They aren't. Good men wouldn't have blackmailed me into being their captive. But they have, and they'll do anything to get revenge against my family, even if it destroys me. What they don't realize is that I know the truth. They're obsessed with me. Want to claim me. Own me—body and soul. Most of all, I see them. Damien's cruelty, Rome's anger, the pain behind Liam's scars…they call to me.

The first time I witnessed death was my mother's when I was eight years old. It devastated me. The second was at sixteen when I stumbled on my stepfather's body after he was brutally murdered. That one screwed me up in a different way. Since then, I've kept my shadows at bay, my secrets locked up tight. That is, until Stone Wakefield joins my college hockey team.

When Whitley Whitt becomes the chef at Castle Tepesh, she wants nothing more than to get the funds to buy back her grandmother's bakery and return to living her best life, reading romance and baking cupcakes. But the castle gets creepier day by day, and she thinks Connor O'Doyle is the biggest bosshole to ever live.

What do you do when the killers come out to play? When it's hunt or be hunted? You sharpen your knives and prepare to get bloody because nobody does it better than a woman scorned with something to prove. Welcome to the 23rd annual serial killer war games, where the adrenaline runs high, the blood is fresh, and the revenge is best served cold.

My pretty little Storm didn't want a knight in shining armor to save her from captivity. Which was good, because my reputation wasn't built on being prince-like to damsels in distress. No, it was built on being a psychotic menace who often played surgeon with my targets before I eliminated them. That was precisely what I did to the men who harmed Olivia Everett before I saved her from the Velvet Cage. I stalked them. I hunted them. And then I delivered their missing pieces to her on a silver platter. Piece by piece, I healed her brokenness with those souvenirs. But I had to do it quickly.

Moving to Wyoming wasn't part of my five-year plan. Of course, neither was finding out my husband had a mistress. Or becoming a widow before the divorce was finalized. Really, nothing in the last six months has been anything less than a mess. Desperate for a fresh start, I pack up my life and move to the one place I've ever felt myself: Creek Falls. And it works, too, when I manage the statistically impossible feat of finding my scent matches.

For centuries, Randi has waited for all her mates to arrive and awaken her omega designation. She spends her days in lonely flight and her nights managing her rut bar, Frenzy. Now, the wolf shifters are on the verge of extinction. The mate runes have vanished, and alphas are turning feral. With Frenzy's services in high demand, the Wolf King sets his sights on the dragon, wanting her magic for his own.

Men tremble at the sound of their names while women run, their lives flashing before their eyes. They’re the monsters under your bed, the boogeymen in your closet. Every living soul fears them. They’re relentless and they’re coming to play. They’re the sons of the most notorious mafia boss, the leader of the DeAngelis Family, and they’ve just set their twisted sights on me. They stalked me through my apartment, haunted my hallways, and crippled me with fear. They led me straight into their trap and captured me as though they had every right.

Priest Hayes thought he knew everything there was to know about the society of outlaws who ran by their own set of rules, and right now, he'd just taken the gavel. It didn't feel heavy. It felt like it belonged there all along. In his hand. Just like her. But Luna Nox was the one girl he could never have. He knew that the second he fell for her. Bound by a past they both shared, their souls were connected in a way that no one would ever understand. But love isn't always what conquers all. Sometimes, it's the only thing you'll surrender to.

Delilah has always played it safe. Not that it was her choice. Her father, a formidable figure and power-hungry businessman, always seems to cast a long shadow over her decisions. No matter what she does, Delilah can never seem to escape her father's control. When Delilah's best friend Cora drags her out of her house to attend a costume party, she doesn't plan for what will happen next. Always the responsible one of the duo, Delilah spent her entire life living up to her father's name and keeping his business under the radar.

On the run, I never expected Archer Sin—reclusive, arrogant, and tattooed—to be the doorstep I landed on. Even though he hates me too, Archer agreed to keep me safe from the man who left me broken and bruised. It should be easy to stay out of each other’s way when we’re complete opposites. He wants nothing to do with me and I want nothing to do with him, other than the haven he’s providing. Archer is always glued to his computers anyway, brown hair falling over his eyes as his inked fingers dance across the keyboards.

They tricked me into a dark and unholy union. Three bastards in witch hats, leather pants, and iron masks. These supernatural stalkers have claimed me for their coven. They won't go away. These assholes will. not. leave. All because I fell for an urban legend: touch the Witch's Tree on a moonless night and discover magic. Wholesome magic like: kinky rituals, blood sacrifice, and jizz potions. Oh, and a forest god who eats people—while they're still alive and screaming. Send help, and I'll send cupcakes.

When I first see Remedy, I know she's mine. I stalk her for months, learning her desires and secrets, until I know exactly what she craves. She needs pleasure to be ripped from her soul, like it doesn't belong to her anymore. The only way to get my mind off of her is to take another life, and yet I know she's taking my life, one breath at a time. But I don't care. I'm going to give Remedy exactly what she needs, and I'll kill anyone who gets in my way.