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Men tremble at the sound of their names while women run, their lives flashing before their eyes. They’re the monsters under your bed, the boogeymen in your closet. Every living soul fears them. They’re relentless and they’re coming to play. They’re the sons of the most notorious mafia boss, the leader of the DeAngelis Family, and they’ve just set their twisted sights on me. They stalked me through my apartment, haunted my hallways, and crippled me with fear. They led me straight into their trap and captured me as though they had every right.

I didn't intend for my one-night stand with Zeph to lead me back to his father's place, but the moment it did, it was over for me. Caesar Di Rozé is a silver fox with the most delicious dark stare I've ever seen. After spending the night with his son, he meets me in the kitchen and proves once and for all that Daddy indeed does it better. One glance, and I was addicted. But after one touch, I was ruined. That night changed it all, and when he murmured into the darkness as his son slept in the next room, daring me to return for more, I couldn't resist.

When darkness wants to claim you, do you run or do you step into the light, daring it to catch you? Forensic Pathologist, Harper-Rayn, is no stranger to darkness. She has seen it all in the cold silence of Blackstone's one and only morgue, revealing the mystery of death on her autopsy table—until the bodies start speaking to her in eerie, calculated ways. When corpses begin to reveal chilling, hidden messages meant only for her, she realizes she's been playing a twisted game she never intended to play. The game intrigues her, drawing her in, but if she takes one wrong step, it's game over.

I walked into the physio's office, hobbling like a fool, and the last thing I expected to see was her. She was going to be mine come hell or high water. The only problem is she's got the weight of the world resting on her feisty shoulders, and she's not the kind of woman to fall for my usual tricks. Elle is gonna make me work for it, and I've never been so ready.

It was dark, and in my defense, he was tall, muscled, and smelled like the most tempting sin. I couldn't resist, and the second he touched me, I knew I was never going to be the same. It was a night filled with the kind of intensity a woman could only ever dream of. Nothing could have tainted such perfectness. At least, that's what I thought. Because the delicious man I let rail me into oblivion isn't the perfect stranger I thought he was. No, he's anything but.

Just when forensic pathologist Harper-Rayn thought she had put her horrifying stalker behind her, a new threat is born from the depths of her trauma. More sinister and calculated than ever before. This new stalker is as real as they come. Emerging not as a hallucination, but as a living nightmare, one that's been waiting for her longer than she could have ever known, watching from the shadows and anticipating his chance to strike. The masked terror brings Harper's past to life, twisting her mind with fear and unease.

Intimidating. Fearless. Destructive. They’re everything a girl shouldn’t want. Too bad this foster girl never had a daddy to chase away the monsters because I’m a sucker for a bad boy … or four. Carver, King, Cruz, and Grayson—the Kings of Ravenwood Heights. When I was forced to come here, I was expecting just another run-down town to add to the ever-growing list of unwanted homes. What I wasn’t expecting was them. They’re dangerous and they're keeping one hell of a secret—a secret that's going to change it all.

I'm addicted to my stalker. He watches me at night, sneaking in through my living room window and making my blood turn to ice. I feel him all around me as chills snake down my spine. Each night he becomes bolder, getting closer and welcoming himself into my bedroom, feeding his addiction.

I’m sure if I hadn’t spilled beer all over him and gave a subtle suggestion of where he could shove his best friend’s package, perhaps we would have started out on a better note. How was I supposed to know that the dude was the captain of Bradford Private’s precious football team? I had just witnessed my boyfriend three inches deep inside some random girl. Surely you can't blame a girl for word vomit after such a traumatic experience.

What's that saying? When life hands you lemons... What if I don't want to make lemonade? What if I want to pummel them into non-existence? Anything is better than admitting how desperately I want a taste of that sweet lemonade. That's exactly how I felt when my college assignment threw me in the direction of Miller Cain. My body screams for him while my brain warns me to run for the hills. He's the captain of the ice hockey team with a cocky reputation. He's a sweet talker and the bad boy promising me the ride of my life.

Thrown in a cage and stripped of my dignity, I was auctioned to the highest bidder, but I never imagined that I'd end my night in the home of Killian DeLorenzo—head of the Romanian Mafia and the most powerful man in the country.

He gave me everything I wanted, right down to the sparkly pearl necklace and the wild, crazy ride on his North Pole, but this sexy Santa has a dark secret. For years, he's been watching me while I sleep, and he knows how much I can take. I always thought Santa was about spreading joy at Christmas, but I couldn't have been more wrong. This filthy Santa prefers to spread something else, and as long as he's willing to give, I'm more than happy to take.

Moving in with a billionaire playboy is supposed to be some sort of Cinderella story, right? I’m supposed to be having the time of my life while living the dream. Wrong. When the bank took our home, it didn’t come as a surprise. The bomb was when mom told me we were moving out of Breakers Flats, away from my crew, and to a place that existed only in fairy tales - Bellevue Springs. Home of the insanely beautiful, rich, and famous.

Aston Creek High was supposed to be my fresh start. This was my one shot at freedom, but he had other plans for me. Slade Cruz was never a part of my plan, but he sure as hell made me part of his. I thought I was through with fighting to survive, but it seems as though the games have only just begun. Give it your best shot, Slade. I’m ready.

I never expected Nate Ryder to change my life the way he did. Hell, I never expected to fall in love with the one guy who made my life a living hell for five years, but here I am. He's the perfect example of something I never knew I needed. He's my rock. My salvation. He's exactly what I need when my life goes up in flames. I thought the worst was over. I thought I was safe to move on from the horrors of the past few weeks, but I have never been so wrong.  

Moving in with a billionaire playboy is supposed to be some sort of Cinderella story, right? I’m supposed to be having the time of my life while living the dream. Wrong. When the bank took our home, it didn’t come as a surprise. The bomb was when mom told me we were moving out of Breakers Flats, away from my crew, and to a place that only existed in fairy tales—Bellevue Springs. Home of the insanely beautiful, rich, and famous.

I can’t say I’ve ever wished for someone to be bitten right on the tip of their junk by a giant bull ant before, but Tanner Morgan—the only man capable of making me want to scream and cream at the same damn time—just might be the guy to change that. He’s infuriating in every way possible, and out of all the massive changes in my life, I thought living next to him would be the worst thing I'd ever have to deal with. I was wrong...so damn wrong.

Ezra Knight is the biggest rockstar to ever walk the planet, but before he belonged to the world, he belonged to me. He was my brother's best friend, my soulmate and protector, and when their band—Demon's Curse—took off, so did he. He was like a roaring tornado, crashing through my world and sweeping me off my feet, and just when I had it all, I was abandoned. Left to fend for myself at the hands of a monster. For eight long years, I blamed him for everything that was out of his control. But one phone call changed it all.

Standing at the top of the DeAngelis empire isn’t as glamorous as it sounds. Sure, it comes with the kind of power one could only ever dream of, and having three men to lavish me with undeniable pleasure is the greatest perk of all. But where there’s power, there’s pain, and many rivals have died at my feet while learning that lesson.

Noah Ryan was my whole life. From start to end, it was always him. He taught me pain, patience, forgiveness, and the impact of the footprints I will leave in the sands of time. But most of all, he taught me what it meant to truly give my heart to another. It was short-lived and intense—a soul-shattering type of love—but it was mine, and I clung to it right until the end.