The Lost and the Chosen (The Lost Sentinel, #1)

by Ivy Asher

Not a lot of options existed for girls in my circumstances, and working my ass off was infinitely better than selling my ass.

orgasms are way better when someone else is giving them to you.

Sentinels were caster royalty. They had stronger, more gifted magic, and therefore, they ruled over and protected the caster race since the first spark of magic.

I’m a freak among nons, among casters, and now among Sentinels,

I’m a Sentinel. The last in a line of hunted and murdered magic users. I have a ton of unusual abilities, and I’ve forced five guys into a permanent magical connection with me whether they like it or not. I possess affinities for four of the five branches of magic, and the only family I have in this world either wants to use me or kill me.

You kicked my ass, found yourself consumed by attraction for my awesome personality—and rock-hard body. You’ve marked me as your Chosen, and eventually, I’ll be turned into a magic weapon wielding, powerful, ultra-cool badass the likes of which the world hasn’t seen for almost a thousand years.

the mystery I spent a lot of the night trying to unravel. My father, the twins’ parents, and their coven, all went missing together. Fifteen months later, give or take a month or two, I was born. My mother was a Sentinel, since that definitely didn’t come from my father—Vaughn’s side—but how the hell did they end up together?