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The hardest part of being ringmistress? Juggling my feelings for three men. Connor, my stubborn protector always battling his demons. Hunter, the dashing wolf shifter who sends my heart into overdrive. And Razvan, the dragon I wish I could stop thinking about.

Growing up in trailer trash hell, the carnival was my only happy memory as a child. I held onto the magic of that memory until I could finally escape. And like Alice down the rabbit hole, I entered a world beyond my wildest dreams. A world with a shiny, colorful exterior, but filled with rot and corruption underneath. But no matter what these people put me through, I can’t go back to my life before. The man with the biggest secret is the only one I can trust. He’s dangerous, but he’s safety to me. He’s broken, but he put me back together.

I’m losing sleep, plagued with bad dreams, and my men can only do so much to help. How can I be the president my club needs when it feels like I’m not only losing my mind, but myself? The dreams get worse every night and soon, I have gaps in my memory. All the while, we’re chasing the Sisters of Bathory in circles and time is running out. The solution that comes to me is terrifying. Even worse, I can’t breathe a word of it to the men who love me.

Just when Torr and I had our first passionate night together, our undercover mission went t*ts up. For all I know, he might be lost to me forever. So after staggering alone through the desert, I’m calling on reinforcements for help. Dead or alive, I’m avenging Torr. I’ve been in love with my brother’s best friend for too long to let him go...and Santos. The deadly gladiator also has an iron grip on my heart, and to fail him would cut me deeper than his machetes.

I left home to start over, to escape a world I never fit in. I soon learned that my past was a lie. My parents suppressed my magical abilities and tried to make me forget my true nature. They almost succeeded. Now my real grandmother is back in my life and teaching me the craft of our people. After living my whole life without magic, I feel like a blind woman seeing for the first time. But three devilishly handsome men are saying there’s more to my story. I see them everywhere, even in my dreams, which are starting to feel like distant memories.

My powers are growing. And my dreams are actually memories from lifetimes before. Which doesn’t make sense, because witches aren’t immortal. I’m starting to wonder if I’m something else entirely. I remember more every day, but the answers I need are always just out of reach.

I know who I really am. But if my coven finds out, they’ll hunt me down until I’m erased from history. Seth, the arrogant demon hunter, is dangerously close to knowing too much. If that prick gets anywhere near one of my demons, there will be hell to pay. Unfortunately, he’s also the one teaching me shadow magic.

The nightmares won’t stop. I can’t sleep at all. My enemies have planted my worst fears in my head to exhaust me of my magic. If I don’t uncover the final element I need soon, they just might succeed.