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There once was a girl with fireflies in her eyes and music in her soul. Remember her... she's important. She's the reason I panic-bought the little brick house on Maple Street, the one I lived next door to for eight magical years. Now that I'm back digging up floorboards and lost journals, I can't stop thinking about the two people who grew up here. You see, that girl was my best friend, and this house was once hers. She also had a big brother who was my everything before circumstances turned us into nothing more than memories.

Conner Wiseman was once my only friend—until a cruel accident made him forget me. All through high school, I watched him, the boy of my dreams, longing for him to see me standing there. Then, one night, he noticed me in a big way. But only for one night. For that, I hated him. So I decided to make him hate me back. Fast forward ten years, and now Conner is the city's most beloved football hero, while I'm known as the cold-blooded heiress to my father's criminal empire.

Gentlemen don’t look at engaged women the way Ras Sorrentino looks at me. Ras Sorrentino is the underboss of the most powerful clan in the Camorra. He’s also chaos and danger poured into a sleek Italian suit. The first time I met him, I thought he was there to kill me. The second time, I wanted to kill him. The third was in Ibiza, where I glared at him across the church as my sister married his boss. It’s not his sharp tongue or his taunting smirks that I hate the most. It’s his gaze.

Thirteen years ago, I ran away from a cult, Sacro Nuntio, and became Lenix Taylor. Everyone knows me as a free spirit. No one knows about the horrible sins rotting in my past. Or how I killed the leader of Sacro Nuntio—my father—in cold blood. But the past never stays where it should for long. Now, after all this time, my brother has found me, and is threatening to drag me back to punish me for my crime. Escaping from that life was the hardest thing I've ever done. Staying free proves more difficult than expected when it involves the only person powerful enough to protect me—Connor Maxwell.

I never wanted to be a nanny. That wasn't part of my carefully crafted five-year plan. The one I formulated after getting a second chance at life. Neither was losing my heart to the beautiful baby boy I'm taking care of. Even if I saw that coming the moment I laid eyes on him. Falling in love with his father... now that I didn't see coming. I dare anyone to spend time getting to know the real Jace Kingston, the man behind the hockey jersey, grumpy attitude, and panty-meltingly gorgeous face. The one who sweetly sings his son to sleep, who holds him with such care.

Hidden in the shadow of her controlling father, General Evander of Auryna, Ara has never tasted true freedom. For most of her life, she's been locked away in his estate as he is determined to protect her from the bloodthirsty Fae across the border. As her twenty-sixth birthday comes and goes, he decides it's time for her to marry, against her wishes and completely unbeknownst to her. Ara's fate is sealed the moment he announces her engagement.

Saved from the streets as a child, Elora spent her adolescent years in the care of seven vampires. As time goes by and she enters adulthood, emotions evolve into something unexpected.

They say the Devils rule these halls, and now I've caught the eye of the most enigmatic one: The Devil himself, Roman Valdez. Football star. Ruthless strategist. Cold-hearted player in every sense of the word. To him, I'm just a challenge, a new girl to conquer. But he doesn't know me, doesn't know what I've endured. He's about to find out. I'm not just another mindless follower swayed by Roman's smoldering good looks and devilish charm. I've faced tragedy, loss, and battles that have forged me into a fighter. Roman thinks he can play me? He's got another thing coming.

"You gonna catch me if I fall, Becks?" I should have known those words, whispered to my best friend's brother, would come back to haunt me... But I had no idea he'd be the only one who could save me when my world threatened to come crashing down. Becket Kingston is a lot of things. Tall, dark, and deliciously handsome, he's corded muscle hidden beneath an expensive suit with eyes the color of an angry ocean and a sharp tongue good for so many things. And this future US Senator with a brain even bigger than his bank account is about to be my fake husband.

When I met Dominic Reed, I got my first taste of death and became addicted to its flavor, its potency. I died when I fell in love with him and his thunder. Now, the death staring me down isn't the pretty metaphorical kind, but the kind that chases you down until your heart gives out. All because of love. Stupid love that I didn't even understand or want, but feelings were nonconsensual little devils. Dominic had started that revelation. Blake confirmed it.

Once upon a time, Davis Westbrook was my small-town fairytale. We fell in love at 16. Married at 21. High school sweethearts destined for forever. Then, in one cruel moment, fate stormed in, knocked over our white picket fence, and stole our happy ever after. Davis and I moved on with separate lives. I run the local veterinary clinic. He is Honey Hill's hot-as-hell chief deputy sheriff. And we're nothing but cordial exes, politely keeping our distance around town.

I was the one stupid enough to hope for a happily ever after. It was my fault she was gone. It was my fault for being dumb, and being hopeful, and being in love. I knew better, and I didn't listen to my own warning bells. I'd been too deafened by Dominic Reed's love, and now others were paying the price. People I loved were in danger—my life was in danger—and we still didn't know why. We still didn't know who was doing this or what they wanted. Other than me. Me. A nobody. A girl broken from the inside out. A girl with a lightning temper and death-wish determination.

After a sudden cross-country move, I'm stuck crashing with my older brother and two of his hockey teammates for sophomore year. I'm not thrilled about shacking up with three athletes and their stinky gear, rotating door of hookups, and tendency to inhale every snack in the house—just some reasons of many that hockey players aren't my type. When I walk in the front door with an armload of boxes, however, I'm faced with another problem. My anonymous fling from two months ago is Tyler Donahue, the superstar goalie for my brother's team.

Kieran Murphy is an Irish mob boss and one of the most powerful men in Boston. When he walks me home, people step aside out of respect for him. He could have any woman he wants. So why does he have eyes only for me? Is it how he has to lift my chin with his fingers to keep my eyes level with his when he scolds me and how I cover my bottom instinctively when he tells me that I've earned a spanking? Or is it how I quiver at the thought of everything I'm too ashamed to beg him to do to me? Maybe it's all of those, but I'm pretty sure there's something else too.