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My desire to sit upon the Lucin throne led me to revive an ancient, winged monarch; one I deemed a friend until that friend duped and imprisoned me.

It was supposed to be a quick mission. The only thing quick about it was how rapidly I failed. With only a month left to earn her missing feathers, twenty-year-old Leigh embarks on a trip to Paris to meet her newest project, twenty-five-year-old Jarod Adler, leader of the Parisian Mafia and the worst kind of sinner . . . a Triple. If Leigh can get Jarod to accomplish a single act of kindness, she stands to win 100 feathers, more than enough to complete her wings and ascend to Elysium, the land of angels.

Angie has studied music her entire life, nurturing her talent as a singer. Now a high-school senior, she has an opportunity to break into Nashville's music scene via a songwriting competition launched by her idol, Mona Stone. Discouraged by her mother, who wishes Angie would set more realistic life goals, she nonetheless pours her heart and soul into creating a song worthy of Mona. But Angie's mother is the least of her concerns after she meets Reedwood High's newest transfer student, Ten.

People aren’t as they seem. And history…I’m still attempting to reconcile the truth with what I was previously told. My new allies have an agenda, but I have one of my own. Though there’s overlap—we all agree Dante must die—what I desire more than anything is to return to Lore before he levels the kingdom to find me…or loses his humanity trying. I may favor crowns over coffins, but I refuse to live in a world where my mate only exists as a bird.

Three months shy of her 18th birthday, Ness is forced to return to Colorado. Even though it's been six years, and the wolves of her all-male pack don't recognize her, she recognizes them. People who shun others because of their gender are hard to forget. Especially Liam Kolane—son of Heath, the crudest and cruelest Alpha to have ruled the Boulder Pack. Liam is as handsome as he is infuriating, as kind as he is punishing, and he makes Ness's traitorous heart race, which isn't good. After all, he's a Kolane.

Until an oracle predicted my regal future, I'd never imagined myself rising above the curve of my round ears. After all, I was the magicless halfling loved by beasts but loathed by every pure-blooded faerie at court. Well...by all but one.

Mein Wunsch, auf dem Thron von Luce zu sitzen, veranlasste mich, einen alten, geflügelten Monarchen wiederzubeleben. Einen, den ich für einen Freund hielt, bis dieser Freund mich betrog und einsperrte. Lorcan behauptet, dass er mich zu meiner eigenen Sicherheit gefangen hält. Doch dann behauptet er, dass ich zu ihm gehöre. Sein fünfhundertjähriger Schlaf hat dem Krähenkönig offensichtlich schwere Wahnvorstellungen beschert. Wir haben vielleicht eine unglückliche geistige Verbindung. Doch sind wir noch immer Herr unseres eigenen Schicksals.

Les sorcières sont parmi nous. Dans l'ombre, elles nous protègent de dangers que nous, simples mortels, pouvons à peine imaginer. Et cela dure depuis des siècles. Pourtant, le plus grand péril viendra de l'intérieur, de leur cercle même, le Royal Coven. Car un jeune sorcier aux capacités extraordinaires a été capturé par les autorités et semble menacer l'existence du cercle. Niamh, Ciara, Helena, Leonie et Elle, amies depuis l'enfance et puissantes sorcières, sauront-elles empêcher le monde de sombrer ? La vie d'une sorcière moderne n'a jamais été simple... mais elle est sur le point de devenir apocalyptique.

Bevor ein Orakel meine königliche Zukunft vorhersagte, hätte ich mir nie vorstellen können, dass ich über die Rundung meiner Ohren hinauswachsen würde. Schließlich war ich der magielose Halbling, der von Bestien geliebt, aber von allen reinen Feen am Hof ​​verabscheut wurde. Also ... von allen bis auf einer. Dante Regio, Prinz von Luce, besaß mein Herz, seit er mir meinen ersten Kuss gegeben hatte. Wenn das Sammeln eiserner Relikte mir helfen könnte, den derzeitigen Monarchen zu stürzen und seinen Bruder zu krönen, damit er an meiner Seite regiert, dann würde ich mich sofort auf die Schatzsuche begeben.

Leigh, vingt ans, est une jeune Plumable qui doit récupérer toutes les plumes de ses ailes pour devenir un véritable ange. Il ne lui reste plus qu'un mois pour accomplir sa mission. Elle accepte donc de réformer l'âme Jarod Adler, vingt-cinq ans, chef de la mafia parisienne et pécheur de la pire espèce. Si Leigh parvient à convaincre Jarod d'accomplir une seule bonne action, elle a une chance de gagner cent plumes, plus qu'il n'en faut pour accéder à Elysium, la terre des anges. Ce dont elle ne se doute pas, c'est que le charme ténébreux de Jarod va lui coûter des plumes.

Naya and Adam have nothing in common. Besides black wings. The same birthday. And fathers who are as close as brothers. But nothing else. Sweet, diligent Naya has always abided by the rules. Arrogant, uncivil Adam has made it his life’s mission to break each one. She is the beloved daughter of an archangel. He is the guilds’ resident bad boy...well, bad fletching. When Naya thrusts herself into Adam’s life to request a place on his clandestine team of guardians, he turns her away.

Somehow, we survived. It was supposed to be over. No more curses. No more magic. Just a calm, little life in Brume. For the first time ever, I’m ready for calm. So. Damn. Ready. Just so happens that the girl I love doesn’t like to leave things unfinished. Fine. So our little crew will assemble the Quatrefoil and bring magic back to the world. We’ve already faced death. This can’t be worse. Or can it?

I didn't mean to steal the Bloodstone from the De Morel's crypt. Scratch that, I did mean to steal it. Until I realized it was a curse-magnet that only comes off if I, along with a jolly trio, successfully defeat four curses. If any of us fail, I'm dead. I've never been a glass half-empty sort of person, but my glass looks in dire need of a refill right about now. The only highlight of this wicked treasure hunt: feisty, entitled Cadence de Morel.

Celeste has spent the last four years building a life outside of angelic guilds—parties, check—pursuing human ambitions instead of celestial ones—college, check—and shedding feathers across Parisian cobblestones and more recently New York sidewalks—speaking her mind, always check. She swore off angels, but the death of the woman who took her in the night Leigh died brings them soaring back into her life . . . and not just any angel but the most detestable one, the one complicit in Leigh’s death—Seraph Asher.

Volunteering to duel alongside Liam against the ruthless Creek Alpha could get me killed but leaving my hot-headed Alpha to die alone in the dueling ring isn’t an option. Not even when he places ridiculous conditions on me, like not spending time alone with my intended mate. I didn’t want a mate, but that was before August stepped back into my life, before he picked up the scattered pieces of my heart. Between our shared history and the magical tether that binds us, I find myself falling dangerously hard for the sexy shifter.

I earned my spot in my all-male pack and won over my new Alpha, Liam Kolane. Yet my place among the Boulders and at Liam’s side is compromised. First, when my cousin claims I helped him devise his Machiavellian plot against the pack. And then, when August Watt, my childhood friend turned Marine comes home. Although August’s plan was to pledge himself to his new Alpha and return to active duty, he finds himself incapable of leaving.

Till a mating link do us part. That was rule number 1 of the arrangement I struck up with my Alpha a few weeks after he arrived in Beaver Creek to solve a pack murder. Liam Kolane and I would have exclusive fun until my wolf clicked with its true mate or until I found a male keen on long-term, since Liam had zero interest in forever.