Sydni Scarborough

My name is Hector Briar, and I live for revenge. It's been eighteen years since Witch Hunters murdered my parents, and still, the night haunts me. A part of me died that night when six-year-old me was forced to listen to their brutal murder. Since then, I've gone from prey to predator. I spend my nights stalking Oxford's streets for those who'd see me slaughtered for being what I am. A witch. And more than that, the son of the last Grand High.

I'm Bree, and I see dead people. Not all dead people. Only those with unfinished business. They're everywhere—I'll be eating my breakfast, and a poisoned heiress glares over my Cheerios. I've returned to my hometown of Grimdale to cat-sit for my parents while I plan my next move. I'm looking forward to raiding their fridge, hanging out with their two kittens, and staying far, far away from anything supernatural. But I forgot that I'm never alone in Grimdale. The three ghosts I used to play with as a kid are back in my life again. Only now I'm their age, and they're infuriatingly attractive.

High school reunions? Yeah, they're about as enjoyable as a root canal. This one's no exception. Flashbacks of those bullies, those epic wedgies, they all flood back as I step into this vortex of nostalgia-gone-wrong. Look at them now, the once-mighty jocks and cheerleaders turned into potato sacks with legs. Schadenfreude much? Don't mind me, I'm just here for the booze.

Being invited to my cousin’s wedding really shouldn’t be a big deal except, oh yeah, I haven't seen my family for a decade. My parents turned their backs on me, and I’ve done everything since to become successful and show them what they've lost. Only it’s kinda hard to be a success when you’re a walking trainwreck.

When I show up to surprise my boyfriend in a barely-there festive outfit, I’m expecting him to be alone. Not hosting family. His fiancé’s family. Down one boyfriend and up a lot of embarrassment, I flee with my tail between my legs. The broken heart will fade. My humiliation, not so much, but my saving grace is the fact that I never have to see either of them ever, ever again. Until I walk into work and come face to face with my new boss.

Reed Ellis is absolutely gorgeous but a total newbie to camming, a virtual nobody in my world. I should have just deleted his message request for a steamy on-camera collaboration. Not everyone is cut out to be a camboy. But there's just something about him I couldn't resist. He's timid and inexperienced, quiet and closed off, but his fumbling first times play out scorching hot for the cameras, and our videos together are an instant success. I know I should just ride this out, sit back and watch the money roll in, and then move on.

Among the ashes, you can find an ember. After I lost Ara, it felt as if my world had been burned to ash. But among those ashes, I found an ember—myself. I'm now more determined than ever to end this war. I'm going to free Aranren from Death's cage and that will free us all. No more fighting. No more fearing for the lives of my friends and loved ones. Peace. It's the reward every warrior deserves. And I'm going to get it for all of Varr. All I need is one more lover to give me the strength to conquer Death. I've even chosen him. But Lord Vexen is true to his name and is being difficult. I ...

The fate of the world hangs on my heart. The planet of Varr has been at war for centuries. A mage known as the Corrupter magically enslaves humans and uses them as his soldiers against the immortal races. As a human, I should be mortal, magicless, and susceptible to the Corrupter's Death Magic. I am none of those things. I was born with magic, making me immune to corruption, and I recently discovered that I'm also immortal. I was also born with a destiny. I'm supposed to unite and empower Wraith Lords—the magical warriors blessed by the Goddess to fight the Corrupter. You wouldn't think ...

Sometimes your dream guy isn’t who you think he is. Sem has been stalking me for months. He shows up everywhere I am and lurks in the background, his eyes always on me. I don’t understand his fascination with me, but he won’t leave me alone. He’s definitely not my type. He’s too big, too reckless, and too feral. But then one night he breaks into my apartment and dares me to do something crazy and I can’t say no.

What happens when I return early from a work trip to find my son throwing yet another party? Annoyance. Exasperation. Temptation . . . I'm tired, yearning for my bed, but I hadn't counted on the games my son and his friends play—or the one person who'd be waiting in my closet after everyone else is gone. The guy who's been haunting my fantasies lately. He's too beautiful. Too young. Too off-limits, being one of my son's best friends. And . . . on his knees for me. Oh god.