I was the girl who ran from nightmares until Fordhurst promised me a dream. All my life, I’ve been a pawn. A bargaining chip for my family, a trophy for my fiancé. I’m not a person to them, just an asset to own and control. So when I gather the courage to flee on my wedding day, I run hard and fast, hiding in a string of small towns, hoping each one will be my last. Always running, always hiding, never seen, until Fordhurst. Until Dante. He’s a priest with a past shrouded in shadows, an enigma inked with secrets. He watches me with a gaze so raw, it’s unholy.

In the once-quiet town of Willow Creek, my life was a steady beat, a rhythmic routine, until the carnival stormed in, a whirlwind of chaos and danger. Under the neon lights and haunting melodies, Cade's eyes found mine—piercing, intense, sending shivers through my soul. He was a dark storm, a looming shadow over my every move. Cade's obsession was relentless, his desire a madness that knew no bounds. Like a predator, he stalked me, every step a calculated move in his sinister dance.

Maddox, a tattooed giant of a man, a fugitive turned recluse, has been living in the shadows. But his obsession ignites when he sees a photo of me online after booking his cabin, the golden girl with a silver spoon. He’s dangerous and unstable, and yet I’m drawn to him. The rugged man in front of me is nothing like the polished lawyers and businessmen I’m used to. Maddox is raw and real. In the isolated cabin, the icy Alaskan wilderness becomes our playground. Maddox, the man obsessed with masks, pulls me into his twisted game of obsession and desire.

Trapped in the wilderness of Norway, he became both my protector and predator. When I set off to the remote wilderness of Norway for my atmospheric research, I envisioned rain drenched landscapes and fierce weather patterns, not the brooding and dangerously attractive hunter, Aksel. Initially, I admired his rugged intensity, but I soon uncovered the darkness lurking beneath his captivating blue-gray eyes. Trapped in his isolated cabin in a foreign land, I'm forced to navigate not only the unforgiving elements but also Aksel's possessive and primal desires.

He is the night's reckoning, the shadow that haunts my dreams. This year, he wants more than just my fear. Halloween is a celebration of the bizarre, the unexpected, the dark. And I've always had a twisted enjoyment that dances with the macabre. Things turn sinister when every guy I date ends up six feet under, courtesy of an obsessed stalker. Like a ravenous beast, the murderer hides in plain sight. His identity? None other than Nyx, my brother's best friend and my secret admirer.

Stone was my best friend. My protector. My everything. Until he wasn’t. Kids like us didn’t have the best life, riddled with trauma, bounced around in a system that didn’t want us and couldn’t handle us. In our darkest hours, we had each other. Until we didn’t. We tried to hold on to what little we had. Maneuvering the rough waters of our circumstance. Until I couldn’t.

I planned to attend a fun yearly Halloween party with my boyfriend and best friend. I wore the costume that he asked me to wear. And when I ran into my boyfriend in the bathroom, he fucked me into oblivion. Only, it wasn’t him. It was my stalker. A man from my past determined to make me pay.

Once upon a time there lived three men bonded by darkness and pain. Each fighting a past that wants to drown them. All of them damaged and broken. None of them complete. Until her.

He’s waited a long time for me, but I’ve waited longer for the truth. Not even the king himself could keep me from the only ties left to my identity. Then I meet him, and I’m stuck between uncovering who I am and discovering who I’m meant to be.

It’s complicated. Two years ago, he broke my heart when he left me to do his father’s bidding. After months of crying, I finally accepted he was gone and wasn’t going to look back. That maybe he’d never loved me at all. I never wanted to see Luca again. Now, a cruel twist of fate has signed me over to him in a heartless deal. I’m his. He thinks he did me a favor, but I feel like I’ve been given a death sentence. He doesn't want to get married because he still loves me. No, he did it for money. More power.

My life has been a series of bad decisions. Marrying an abusive man was the first... but falling for a dangerous inmate where I’m a nurse may be the worst. He’s brutal, heartless, and twisted. But he’s also the only one to notice the bruises on my skin. His forbidden touch becomes my addiction. His drugging kisses my obsession. After I learn the truth about why he’s in prison, I try to escape, but he finds me.

Welcome to the Lilydale Foundation Center... home of second chances. At least, that's what they tell us it is. It's basically a glorified prison and asylum for the deranged with good alibis. When the police pulled me out of my burning home, along with what was left of my Father, I was deemed broken — even if I was the reason the fire started. So, here I am at my new home. They think they can save us with their fancy facility. But what insane person decided it was a good idea to put a bunch of young, unhinged people together?

I’ve spent my life climbing the ladder and hiding the cracks behind power suits and sharp words. But under the surface? I hate it all. My family. My job. Everything. But now I’m trapped in this place, unable to escape. My captor is relentless in controlling every move I make. The worst part? He wears the cracked porcelain mask of a china doll to hide his face from me. It's terrifying. Yet something about him feels familiar.

I’m a housewife, married to a man who is the definition of husband material. But sometimes, it doesn’t feel like enough. When I hold a stack of new books, I can’t wait to slip into the fantasy within them. I love living in dark, fictional worlds. Neglecting my wifely duties, I find my pleasure within the pages.

From the moment I walked away from my old life and started a new one in the small town of Shadowvale, I learned there were three rules I should follow if I wanted to survive—One: don’t go outside at night alone. Two: don’t ask questions about the obviously haunted house at the far side of town. And three: don’t catch Hunter Reed’s attention. Me? I broke all three almost immediately. The Reeds own Shadowvale. They live in the haunted house, and everyone seems afraid of them

I was the girl who ran from nightmares until Fordhurst promised me a dream. All my life, I’ve been a pawn. A bargaining chip for my family, a trophy for my fiancé. I’m not a person to them, just an asset to own and control. So when I gather the courage to flee on my wedding day, I run hard and fast, hiding in a string of small towns, hoping each one will be my last. Always running, always hiding, never seen, until Fordhurst. Until Dante. He’s a priest with a past shrouded in shadows, an enigma inked with secrets. He watches me with a gaze so raw, it’s unholy.

Maddox, a tattooed giant of a man, a fugitive turned recluse, has been living in the shadows. But his obsession ignites when he sees a photo of me online after booking his cabin, the golden girl with a silver spoon. He’s dangerous and unstable, and yet I’m drawn to him. The rugged man in front of me is nothing like the polished lawyers and businessmen I’m used to. Maddox is raw and real. In the isolated cabin, the icy Alaskan wilderness becomes our playground. Maddox, the man obsessed with masks, pulls me into his twisted game of obsession and desire.

He is the night's reckoning, the shadow that haunts my dreams. This year, he wants more than just my fear. Halloween is a celebration of the bizarre, the unexpected, the dark. And I've always had a twisted enjoyment that dances with the macabre. Things turn sinister when every guy I date ends up six feet under, courtesy of an obsessed stalker. Like a ravenous beast, the murderer hides in plain sight. His identity? None other than Nyx, my brother's best friend and my secret admirer.

Trapped in the wilderness of Norway, he became both my protector and predator. When I set off to the remote wilderness of Norway for my atmospheric research, I envisioned rain drenched landscapes and fierce weather patterns, not the brooding and dangerously attractive hunter, Aksel. Initially, I admired his rugged intensity, but I soon uncovered the darkness lurking beneath his captivating blue-gray eyes. Trapped in his isolated cabin in a foreign land, I'm forced to navigate not only the unforgiving elements but also Aksel's possessive and primal desires.

In the once-quiet town of Willow Creek, my life was a steady beat, a rhythmic routine, until the carnival stormed in, a whirlwind of chaos and danger. Under the neon lights and haunting melodies, Cade's eyes found mine—piercing, intense, sending shivers through my soul. He was a dark storm, a looming shadow over my every move. Cade's obsession was relentless, his desire a madness that knew no bounds. Like a predator, he stalked me, every step a calculated move in his sinister dance.

Teacher by day, stalker by night. Who ever thought college could be this interesting? I'm teaching a hundred students. But my eyes are only on one. She's my obsession—and I'll stop at nothing to make her mine.

Deceitful. Arrogant. Cold. Those are the three perfect words to sum up my husband to be. After little deliberation, my parents decide Isiah Darcy is the perfect suitor. He’s rich, British, and the perfect ally for the Benedetto family business. I can’t stand him, but they don’t care what I want. He’s stuck up and has little respect for women. Once we’re married, he makes it painfully clear I have no rights. I’m nothing more than a puppet. A way for him to get what he’s always wanted. Revenge on my family for something that happened years ago. My husband wants to tear my family apart.

I wasn’t a good person. Even amnesia couldn’t erase the fact that deep inside, there was a darkness I couldn’t deny. Flashes of strangers—of violence—heighten a mystery impossible to unravel. The man I called my best friend landed an ax in my head trying to save himself. He says I’m dangerous. He may be right.

Nine years ago, I killed my brother, and I’ve been running from my past ever since. I find a home in Darkwood, finally safe from those who hunt me. But no matter what I do, the darkness keeps pulling me in. I allow my shadow magic to edge closer to the surface to feel something, anything. But no matter how much I want to embrace the power, I can’t. My magic thirsts for violence but I won’t let it kill again. It remains dormant... until he shows up.

She bats her eyelashes and pretends she's innocent, but I know the truth. The blood in her veins is made of mud, and I will purify it. Kaye Pennington is the daughter of the woman who ruined my life. Now, I will ruin hers. It's not fair; nothing in life ever is.

I planned to attend a fun yearly Halloween party with my boyfriend and best friend. I wore the costume that he asked me to wear. And when I ran into my boyfriend in the bathroom, he fucked me into oblivion. Only, it wasn’t him. It was my stalker. A man from my past determined to make me pay.

Faye agreed to her sister’s brilliant idea to sneak into the Hunter’s Moon ball. A night the vampires in attendance held sacred, lusting under the eerie glow of the blood red moon. Faye was no vampire. She wasn’t even a race that possessed magic. Her ceremony failed, marking her an Anarian. A mortal without magic. After a run in with the Shadow Prince, Faye begins dreaming of him. His yearnful gaze leaves her feeling cherished after she wakes. A pleasant daydream, since men like him didn’t exist. Not for women like her.

Hey, Over here. No, look up. Yeah, I’m the one they talk about. The headmaster’s prized possession, locked away in the bell tower of the abandoned church. To most of the students I’m just a myth. An urban legend. The girl who rings the bells up in the tower, the one who talks to gargoyles. The Archbishop’s secret.

A vampire bit me while we were making out. Now, I'm being forced to marry him. Okay, not forced. I just don't have any other options. My family is being targeted by a dangerous wolf pack, so we turned to our king for help. But he happens to be the guy I kissed. He agrees to keep us safe—for the small price of my hand in marriage. Or mating. Whatever you want to call it, he demands my future.

I think I always knew I was going to die young. Like I had this… silent, invisible clock ticking down to my final moments plastered above my head. Maybe that’s why I was so reckless, crazy. Why I sought after adventure. Why nothing scared me… Except, there was always this… feeling I couldn’t shake that something was in the darkest parts of every corner, under every bed, closet, or room, like a ghost watching me. Waiting to take me. My own, personal reaper. But it was always only during a lightning storm that I could see the outline of my reaper. No scythe.