As a con man-turned-MPD-Agent, I'm fairly new to the whole 'upholder of justice' thing, but even for me, there are some lines you just don't cross. Agent Söze of the MPD's Internal Affairs department, on other hand, seems determined to slime his way across every ethical line in existence like an over-sized eel on a power trip.
Can you tell I don't like this guy?
While he's dismantling the precinct and hunting down rule-breakers among the staff-a category which my partner and I definitely fall into-a veritable storm of crazy is spreading through the city. Local troublemaking guild, the Crow and Hammer, has been accused of harboring a demon mage, and while I'm not sure what to believe, I've got bigger problems to tackle.
That is, until a certain notorious rogue druid calls me up about that big IOU I accidentally promised him. Now I have no choice but to dive into the chaos-though if I can knock Söze down a peg or two in the process, it'll be worth it.
Moving to the sleepy town of Havens Hallow, Massachusetts, during my senior year hadn't been part of my future plans. Not to mention the ancient house my father bought sits next to the creepiest place imaginable-a graveyard full of battered stone statues. It's a far cry from the upper-middle class neighborhood we left behind.
That wasn't the only thing I had to walk away from. My position as the star quarterback of my old team has now been replaced with a not-so-cozy spot on the sideline. With a football scholarship on the line, I can't afford to be benched. But my grades are in the trash and my mood is buried somewhere beneath the soil of my new personal nightmare.
I need help, and fast. August Sanders, a classmate in my new school, volunteers to tutor me. As much as my bruised ego hates it, I can't turn down the offer.
However, he forgot to mention a pretty important detail that sends shivers through every cell in my body.
August isn't a student. Not anymore. He's not even made of flesh and bone. And apparently I'm the only person who's been able to see him in more than three years.
What's a hardworking MagiPol agent need to do to get a little R&R?
Between Agent Söze, the treacherous Internal Affairs tyrant whose taken over my precinct, and the super illegal sorcery my partner Lienna was hiding in said precinct-which is now missing-my usual routine of busting magical criminals has fallen apart in favor of hectic damage control.
But that went out the window too when a respected Guild Master was found dead. Agent Söze is trying to cover it up, which is all the reason I need to make solving the murder my top priority.
Except now Agent Söze is trying to arrest and/or kill me. Not entirely unexpected, but both dangerous and highly irritating.
With the clock ticking on the next mysterious Guild Master murder, Lienna and I have to find a way to prove Agent Söze is behind it all. We need rock-solid evidence to bring him down, which is kind of tricky when crooked agents, shady allies, and cutthroat assassins keep complicating matters.
And if we don't get to the bottom of it fast, my next day off will be in the morgue as another corpse to be swept under the corruption rug.
Roman-I'm not your typical matchmaker. For one, I'm a man who's covered in tattoos.
Despite my appearance, there's a reason ninety-five percent of my clients seek out my services based on referrals. I'm good at what I do. But lately I've grown bored with the same daily routine. Then an unexpected request piques my interest.
CJ, the former college basketball star who recently rented the office suite next to mine, isn't looking to place a ring on someone's finger any time soon. He's interested in something else entirely. It's a challenge. Something new.
He wants to date casually and explore his curiosity in other men-but that's not my end goal. I specialize in forevers, and I'm determined to find him the perfect guy.
There's an unforeseen problem with my plan. After spending time with him, I find myself a little curious too.
I've never been with a man. I've never been annoyed to see my strategy working. And I've never deliberately set a client up for failure.
Contains mature themes.
Two houses. Two Presidents. One hell of a happy ending.
Zeke
Being president of a frat house means everything is on my shoulders.
Idiot brothers, epic pranks, a list of organizational duties long enough to make my eyes bleed.
None of it fazes me.
But senior year is almost over, and I’m ready to take a step back.
Until the hazing rumors start.
I might not know where they’re coming from, but I know they’re total BS.
Now, instead of dialing back the stress, we’ve broken the number one rule on the row: Don’t get the dean’s attention.
I need to find out who’s driving the lies.
And all evidence points to one person.
Charles
I never wanted to become Kappa president.
The appointment was made easier, though, when none other than Zeke Ariston took over Sigma house. I’ve always been … drawn to him. Fascinated.
And maybe a little attracted too.
Pity I’ve never been more than an afterthought to him.
But when rumors start to circulate about hazing and the sources lead back to my house, it puts me square on Zeke’s radar.
I want to help him get to the bottom of it all.
And with his attention finally on me, I want to tell him how I feel.
The guys on Greek Row meet their chaotic conclusion with this rivals-to-lovers romance full of pranks, shared hoodies, and secret meetings made in the dark.
Wyatt Hernandez is working a dead-end tech job at the Miami Science Museum, struggling to support himself and his sister. An expulsion from Yale University made him largely unemployable and left him uninspired and utterly lost.
Roman Ashford is working different 'jobs' and raking in the cash. But one job promises the biggest reward yet. In order to complete it, he has to assemble a crew: the Rainbow's Seven.
Roman is at six out of the seven when he goes to Wyatt for help, knowing how skilled the freckled-face man is behind a computer. He explains it's a heist that would have them traveling the world, promising riches beyond belief.
If they succeed.
It might have been an easy choice for Wyatt, if only Roman hadn't been the primary reason behind his expulsion-along with being his first and only love.
Things grow more complicated when a rival group shows that they'll stop at nothing to finish the heist first. Suddenly, more than the success of the job is on the line. The crew will be put through a series of harrowing tests, and so will Roman and Wyatt's second-chance at a happily ever after.
Contains mature themes.
TRIPP
The worst part of being in love with my straight best friend is the fact he’s too oblivious to see it.
Years of pining have left me exhausted, and I need a break from Dex. I need space to get over my feelings. But when his relationship falls apart and he turns to me for comfort, I cave immediately.
If there’s one thing I hate more than being hurt, it’s seeing Dex struggle. I can’t leave him in a time of need, even if my friends say it’s my biggest downfall.
They say Dexter Mitchale is my weakness, but if that’s true, I don’t want to be strong.
DEX
I’ve always been the dumb one. It’s what I’m known for, and usually I don’t let it get to me.
I have hockey, and I have my best friend, Tripp. What more do I need? To settle down? No thank you. Marriage? Hard pass. According to ex-girlfriends, that makes me “irresponsible.”
But the solution I come up with to get over my fear of commitment might be my dumbest idea yet. Not only does it have team management breathing down my neck, but it puts a strain on my friendship with Tripp.
This PR nightmare could lose me the only person I’ve ever loved. Losing girlfriends is nothing. Losing Tripp? It’s not an option.
I’ll do whatever it takes to keep him.
I swore I wouldn't do this again. Mix sports, school, and sex. But right now the only thing standing between me and the NHL is six feet of frenemy packed into a pair of formfitting jeans that have me thinking all kinds of things I shouldn't. Mostly how to get him out of them.
I don't just want Kolby. I need him. Because I've got to pass this theater class-yeah, I said theater-if I'm going to keep my spot on the team. When tutoring sessions turn into dates-not-dates over Shipley Cider at Vino and Veritas, I realize it's going to be harder than I thought to keep my hands on my stick and off of Kolby. Worse, I think I might be falling for him. But I'm not ready for that. I want to keep this thing between us on the down low for now.
But Kolby hates secrets. Especially his own . . .
Contains mature themes.
Westly: The fall from NHL superstar to domestic disaster was swift and painful. When I became the legal guardian of my five younger siblings, I had no idea what I was doing.
One year later, I'm still lost. Coaching CU's hockey team might be the only thing I'm excelling at. But when our star forward is failing math, I have to do what it takes to keep him on the team. Even if it's going head-to-head with Jasper Eckstein.
One minute I'm confronting the notorious hockey-hating professor, and the next I'm agreeing to be his date to his twenty-year high school reunion. I don't know how that happened.
Jasper: My rules are simple. I don't give extra credit. Ever. No matter how entitled jocks think they are, I refuse to give them special treatment.
But when Westly Dalton bursts into my office like a hurricane, all my principles fly out the window. Suddenly I'm giving extra credit. And I have a date to my reunion.
After one explosive night together, I want more, but his home life is a mess, and I don't want to get in the way. If all we can have is quick thrills, I'm okay with that. It's not like I could ever fall for a jock.
Contains mature themes.
Kellan-Messing around with Arsen is like playing with fire and I can't help but crave the burn.
The day I met my best friend's new stepbrother I fell into hate with the moody jerk. The feeling is mutual. I loathe him and unfortunately want him in equal measures. At least he seems to be suffering the same undeniable pull. He infuriates me. He's crawled under my skin.
Arsen has the ability to ruin me for anyone else, and I want to let him.
A mix-up during a trip to the lake puts us in an inconvenient situation where we end up sharing a room. Worse, once we get home, I'm left unable to escape him. He's right next door and impossible to ignore.
As we spend time together, I'm forced to realize there's so much more to him than I expected. I thought I had feelings for my best friend, but Arsen has me questioning everything I know about love.
It's the sweetest hate, or maybe it's something else entirely.
Contains mature themes.
Werewolves only exist in fairy tales . . . at least, that's what most townspeople in Lunar's Reach believe. Unless you're a powerful healer who concocts a potion to help a fledgling shifter remain human during the full moon.
It works to Bellamy's benefit since he's been in hiding at Moon Flower from Ashwood, his beloved, who betrayed him two years before. But now that violet fever is sweeping through Etria and Bellamy has fallen deathly ill, not even the madam from the apothecary can heal him.
Ashwood believes only he-his fated mate-can save Bellamy from the sickness. Unfortunately, he's right. But Bellamy cannot bear being in his presence nor suppress the longing he still feels for the man. Despite their history, Ashwood still owns his heart, and soon it becomes clear that someone from their past presents a danger to them both.
Perhaps Bellamy could use Ashwood to exact his own revenge before dooming him to eternal loneliness without his mate. Except, that plan would require allowing Ashwood to touch him again, and Bellamy isn't certain he can resist being cast under his spell. Not when Ashwood feels so perfect-and so right.
Contains mature themes.
Bro big or bro home.
Robbie
As social chair of Sigma Beta Psi, I’m the life of the party. It’s what I’m known for, and if it’s not fun, I’m not interested, simple as that.
I’m not someone who overthinks.
So when one of my brothers hooks up with a dude from another frat house, it catches me off guard when I can’t stop thinking about them … together.
There’s only one way for me to get this obsession out of my head, and that’s by jumping in with both feet and putting it into practice.
The problem is, the one guy who’s up for the ride is the last one I’d expect.
Brandon
Being risk manager of a frat house is nobody’s idea of a good time. My brothers get annoyed when I put a damper on their plans, and wrangling drunken frat brothers isn’t how I pictured my Saturday nights of senior year.
I’m bored.
In a rut.
Study, frat duties, planning for the future.
When is it my turn to let loose for a moment?
So when my dumb-as-bricks frat bro is scoping out the house for a little experimenting fun, I throw out the offer like it isn’t the most nerve-racking thing I’ve ever considered.
I never imagined I’d actually enjoy it.
