You stay too late in an art gallery and end up alone with a painting that feels wrong in a way you cannot explain. Then a man who looks like he stepped out of a cathedral crypt finishes your thought and starts talking about the eighteenth century like he was there. Alaric Voss notices you noticing things, which is the worst possible way to get on a vampire's radar. He invites you back at ten. You know better. You go anyway. Now you are tangled up with an ancient, starving, beautiful problem who keeps acting like restraint is the only thing standing between you and disaster. The bad news is he wants you. The worse news is part of him is hungry enough to mean that literally.

A shortcut home turns into a throat of an alley, and a whisper that knows your full name pulls you down into the dark. You wake bound to Kaelen Draven, a hollowed shadow wearing a beautiful face, and he has waited a very long time for you. He calls it salvation. His court calls you a vessel. The one person still looking for you is the childhood friend you left in the car.

You are Caeryn Marsh, twenty-four, an apothecary's daughter who has come to Castle Nocturne as the seventh bride of Lord Oberon Draven. Your sister was the sixth, and you are determined to learn her fate. But Oberon knows the melody you cannot forget, the one he played for you on the night you nearly died as a child, and he has been waiting for you ever since.

You were sent to kill the count. He took one look at your face and called you by another woman's name. Now you're not a prisoner, exactly. The chains are polite. The steward brings clothes in your size. The vampire who should have drained you keeps saying her name like a prayer and watching you like you're a wound he's been waiting centuries to reopen. You're a hunter. You know how this ends. You just can't remember why you dreamed of this castle your whole life.

It will take more than a bite. Adelaide has gone from a broken human into a fierce she-wolf and one hell of a Vale, but now she and her mate, are balanced between deliverance and doom as they wrestle with a revelation that upends everything. They need to move fast to protect the people they love, their pack, and most of all one another; but is it going to be enough? Will they rise to meet it or burn into ash while the fires of failure swallow them whole? There will be blood. There will be two favorite vampires and a whole lot of good food. Expect ass beatings, twists, turns, and a whole lotta Gideon. Now it's rise or fall, and this time, more than a bite is going to be needed to save them.

Everybody knows mermaids and vampires do not date. But when one mermaid gets sent to boarding school and winds up rooming with a smoking hot vampire, will love bite back? On the eve of her senior year of high school, mermaid Maren Tidewell finds out she's headed for a supernatural boarding school built to mix cultures. But reckless gods, tunnel-vision werewolves, and virtuous fairies barely register next to her real problems! Brinecliff Academy is crawling with vampires, and mermaid blood sits at the top of their menu. So Maren needs to work out who deserves her trust, fast -- especially when one of her new roommates turns out to be a vampire who's much too hot for her to handle! But right as she's finally starting to settle in, she stumbles onto a dark plot that could wreck the school and the oceans beyond. If Maren means to blow open that evil scheme and return to her regular teenage problems--overprotective parents, dodging math homework, and maybe, just maybe, landing a boyfriend--she'll have to take help from a ragtag crew of classmates. Will her plans end in supernatural catastrophe, or can Maren pull this oddball band of heroes together in time to save the day?

Maeve Winters didn't ask to be uprooted from England and dropped into Vancouver, but here she is — first day of school, walking into a door and catching the eye of the most intimidating boy she's ever seen. Ryker barely says a word before he pins her to a wall and growls one claim: Mine. Maeve would love to chalk it up to arrogance, except something sparks the moment he touches her — less like attraction and more like fate. With family secrets her mum refuses to explain, Maeve suspects the move had nothing to do with grandparents.