Naia, the daughter of the High Sea Goddess, is an embarrassment. She holds no title and no power but is the key to a curse placed centuries ago on her mother: Naia must form a union with a god from an opposing family. When the day arrives for her arranged marriage, she turns to the High God of Death and Curses for help. He assists Naia under one condition—she must accept a curse, blindly. Willing to do whatever it takes to escape her mother’s kingdom beneath the sea, Naia agrees and flees to the Mortal Land.

Monsters ate my parents, leaving me orphaned and homeless. I found a new pack and life was peaceful . . . until three powerful Alphas invade. They appear to be normal wolf shifters, but they harbor a secret, a gruesome monster form with a taste for blood. They claim I'm their fated mate and that I belong to them. They're big, bad, with appendages so massive they could make a cobra blush. But me and three monsters? Never going to happen. Too bad for me, hot, buff alphas don't handle rejection well . . .

He’s forbidden fruit with a supernatural secret. She’s a prize he’s compelled to claim. For as long as she can remember, Luna has been warned by her father to stay away from Nikko, his family, and his sinister gang of friends. But with her father away, Luna can’t resist temptation any longer. The most thrilling night of her life becomes the most horrifying when Luna turns into a werewolf... and Nikko does, too. Nikko knows the first she-wolf in generations is a prize that will guarantee his position in the pack and claims Luna as his mate against her will. When Luna is thrust into ...

I was used to getting the short end of the stick, so I shouldn't have been surprised when I found myself fleeing my cheating ex, only to be run off the road and attacked by a vicious creature, barely escaping with my life. Whisked away to the middle of the woods with no car or money, I found myself surrounded by crazies who claim to shift into animals and run in packs during the full moon. Even crazier? They say I'm one of them. And so was my attacker.

Spending a month on "Love Island" for wolf shifters is not my idea of a good time. I’m about to start my second year of law school, and instead of banking hours at a coveted internship, I’m stuck sipping pina coladas on a white sand beach in the middle of the Caribbean. Okay, yeah. I hear how that sounds. But hear me out. The whole point of this island? It’s a glorified dating show. I have to spend each night with a new, single, testosterone-fueled alpha in a private beach hut because the Council of Wolves believes mating bonds are on the fritz.