Being empathic is the least of Davy's problems. She wants to go to college and live a normal life until someone gives her something she doesn't want. Now she has to deal with the supernatural, a certain to-die-for-pun-intended hot vampire, and a prophecy that no one knows about.

I’m held captive. I’m being tortured daily. They want what is inside of me, but the problem is that they don’t realize what they want or how wrong they are. My power is unknown to the world. I am a mythical creature to the supernatural. So what happens when my power is released? When it takes over me? When I become the worst nightmare they never imagined? They're going to find out. Everybody's about to piss their pants, because the Immortal is coming.

Fans of J.R. Ward and Jeanine Frost will not this paranormal romance series.

Fans of J.R. Ward and Jeanine Frost will not this paranormal romance series.

A woman returns to her beachside home and only seems to have the bad boy she knew in high school to help her face the wave of family secrets that are being uncovered.

Shivaji is a well-known hero in western India. He defied Mughal power in the seventeenth century, established an independent kingdom, and had himself crowned in an orthodox Hindu ceremony. The legends of his life have become an epic story that everyone in western India knows, and an important part of the Hindu nationalists' ideology. To read Shivaji's legend today is to find expression of deeply held convictions about what Hinduism means and how it is opposed to Islam. James Laine traces the origin and development if the Shivaji legend from the earliest sources to the contemporary accounts of the tale. His primary concern is to discover the meaning of Shivaji's life for those who have composed-and those who have read-the legendary accounts of his military victories, his daring escapes, his relationships with saints. In the process, he paints a new and more complex picture of Hindu-Muslim relations from the seventeenth century to the present. He argues that this relationship involved a variety of compromises and strategies, from conflict to accommodation to nuanced collaboration. Neither Muslims nor Hindus formed clearly defined communities, says Laine, and they did not relate to each other as opposed monolithic groups. Different sub-groups, representing a range of religious persuasions, found it in their advantage to accentuate or diminish the importance of Hindu and Muslim identity and the ideologies that supported the construction of such identities. By studying the evolution of the Shivaji legend, Laine demonstrates, we can trace the development of such constructions in both pre-British and post-colonial periods.

I never asked to be part-angel.I should have known better than to think I'd fit in.But now I'm here and it's too late.Because there's nothing The Four won't do to tear me down. All my life, my mom has let me down. Now she's gone, and the dad I never thought I'd meet turns out to be an angel.He's the only family I have left, and he's sent me to Pandorax Academy. A super-secret, super-magical, super dangerous academy for supernaturals like me. Except that I'm the only one with angelic blood.I thought I had a new start in life, but it all just gets harder when I meet Christian, Malek, Knox and Bane. Four drop-dead gorgeous guys who are dangerous as sin. But that's not all. The strange powers they wield holds everyone in thrall, from vampires to werewolves to demons, and perhaps even... me.They say there's no place for an angel, even a half one, in Pandorax Academy. They'll do everything they can to make me suffer. To drive me out. And together, I'm afraid they'll crush me.But I didn't get this far to lose. I'll do whatever it takes to stay. Even if it means I have to fall... perhaps I'll take them with me.---Authors Note: Heaven's Fall is a paranormal reverse harem bully romance novel. It is the first book in the Pandorax Academy series and has mature language and sexual scenes.

I asked for his criteria for bed buddies-that's the PG version. He swore at me and said he didn't do groupies. And just like that, our friendship was off to a great start. Reese Forster was the starting point guard for the Seattle Thunder. Gorgeous. Cocky. Loved by the nation. He's also attending preseason basketball training camp where I used to work. Correction: where I work again, because I was fired from my last job. And dumped. And I might have a tiny bit of baggage, but that's normal. Right? Reese and I shouldn't have become friends. We shouldn't have become roommates. And we really shouldn't have started sleeping together ... (Except we did.) I'm adorably psychotic. He's in the NBA. ​This is not a disaster waiting to happen, at all.

You know that group of people in school that everyone fears? Popular. Beautiful. The in-crowd? That was my family. Kind of. We were above that group. We held court over everyone else. We were the best looking. We were the mysterious and elusive ones. Most of the girls wanted to (and did) date the guys, but they didn’t want to be one of us. They couldn’t be. They were our prey. We were the feared. But like every family, nothing is as it seems. That was my truth. Kellan was in his own league. He was our leader and he was the one no one messed with. No one dared. He was ruthless, powerful, and no one could match him... Except for me. I was about to find out just how different I was from my family.