I'm stuck with a pushy alien dragon until we win or lose a reality survival show... and he's claimed me as his mate. As if being put on an alien reality show and mated to an alpha dragon wasn't bad enough, now an unhinged AI has taken over the game. The challenges only get worse, they don't make any sense, we don't know how to win— and worst of all? I'm in heat, and the only cure is mating permanently with my huge dragon alien partner. We're too stubborn, too grumpy, and too much alike to ever work as a couple, and I'm starting to doubt we'll ever get off this game show from hell. But the stupid AI running things thinks we're perfect for each other. Every time it throws us into a new awful situation, the more I think it's either trying to kill us— or it might just be right. Maybe all that tension between me and my alien is something more than hate. Either way, I'm determined to survive.

From BookTok sensation and NYT bestselling author Rachel Gillig, comes the next big romantasy phenomenon: a gothic, mist-cloaked tale of a prophetess who is forced beyond the safety of her cloister on an impossible quest to defeat the gods with the one knight whose future is beyond her sight. Sybil Delling has spent nine years dreaming of having no dreams at all. Like the other foundling girls who traded a decade of service for a home in the great cathedral, Sybil is a Diviner. In her dreams she receives visions from six unearthly figures known as Omens. From them, she can predict terrible things before they occur, and lords and common folk alike travel across the kingdom of Traum's windswept moors to learn their futures by her dreams. Just as she and her sister Diviners near the end of their service, a mysterious knight arrives at the cathedral. Rude, heretical, and devilishly handsome, the knight Rodrick has no respect for Sybil's visions. But when Sybil's fellow Diviners begin to vanish one by one, she has no choice but to seek his help in finding them. For the world outside the cathedral's cloister is wrought with peril. Only the gods have the answers she is seeking, and as much as she'd rather avoid Rodrick's dark eyes and sharp tongue, only a heretic can defeat a god.

Rhys Koteskiy is back — at least, he's supposed to be. During last year’s Frozen Four, the Waterfell University hockey captain, and NHL legacy, took a brutal hit that left him with a concussion and a new discomfort on the ice. Plagued by nightmares and panic attacks every time he attempt to skate, Rhys wonders if he’ll ever play again — if he’ll ever want to. Sadie Brown is staying focused this semester — no matter what. Currently drowning in debt, custody hearings for her younger brothers and skating practices, she's just trying to make it to the next day. A spitfire figure skater known for her bad attitude and frequent disappearing acts, she has a reputation on campus. And it’s not a pretty one. When she accidentally witnesses one of the golden boy hockey captain’s panic attacks and attempts to help him, a strange sort of understanding strikes up between them. No questions asked. Just comfort. But Rhys finds himself drawn to Sadie. Where he feels empty, a shell of the man and player he was before, Sadie is so full of everything it bursts from her; every emotion she feels seems like it’s blasted at max. Rhys is desperate to feel anything, Sadie wants to stop feeling so much. But healing doesn’t mix with secrets, and they’re both skating a thin line, unsteady .

I'm stuck with a pushy alien dragon until we win or lose a reality survival show... and he's claimed me as his mate. As if being put on an alien reality show and mated to an alpha dragon wasn't bad enough, now an unhinged AI has taken over the game. The challenges only get worse, they don't make any sense, we don't know how to win— and worst of all? I'm in heat, and the only cure is mating permanently with my huge dragon alien partner. We're too stubborn, too grumpy, and too much alike to ever work as a couple, and I'm starting to doubt we'll ever get off this game show from hell. But the stupid AI running things thinks we're perfect for each other. Every time it throws us into a new awful situation, the more I think it's either trying to kill us— or it might just be right. Maybe all that tension between me and my alien is something more than hate. Either way, I'm determined to survive.