Welcome to Latibulum Noctis… At the Whitmore estate, the infamous party is more than just an invitation—it’s a test of fate. The guests gather to play a game of hide and seek, where luck and misfortune intertwine in every shadow. When the clock strikes midnight, the true nature of Latibulum Noctis reveals itself. Consumed with a need for answers, Valeria’s mission is clear: uncover the truth behind the mysterious disappearance of her beloved, who vanished many years ago, leaving behind nothing but haunting memories of their past.

For a decade, revenge has consumed my every waking thought. My sole desire? To mete out even a fraction of the suffering inflicted upon me by those five individuals. They believed they could silence me forever, burying me alive and leaving me for dead. Little did they know, it takes more than mundane means to kill a demon. I’m coming for you all, my sweets.

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 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.

Ronan: This world was never meant for me—a shadowed figure wandering, fueled by carnal desires until I am destined for hell. And I embrace it wholeheartedly. But then she came into the picture after my successful hunt at a local coffee shop. She offered me a simple act of kindness, and in that moment, I was consumed by her. My obsession with Everly knows no bounds, and there is no escape. Her fate is to become one with me, bound by darkness and consumed by our twisted desires.

ꜱᴋʏʟᴀʀ’ꜱ ʟᴏᴠᴇꜱɪᴄᴋ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ʜᴇʀ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ, ɴɪᴄᴏʟᴇ. ꜱʜᴇ’ꜱ ᴅᴇᴛᴇʀᴍɪɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴀɪᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ʜᴇʀ, ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇʀ ᴅᴀᴅ’ꜱ ɢᴀꜱʟɪɢʜᴛɪɴɢ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ʜᴇʀ ꜱᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ ɪꜱɴ’ᴛ ʜᴇʟᴘɪɴɢ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀꜱ. ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴀ ʙʀᴜᴛᴀʟ ᴀʀɢᴜᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜɪᴍ, ɴɪᴄᴏʟᴇ ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇꜱ ʜᴇʀ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ ɴᴇᴇᴅꜱ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ꜰᴜɴ.

Love isn't on my mind when I sign up for the yearly Sinners Retreat, but a chance meeting at the airport changes everything. We click right away, and my bond with Kindra only deepens when we discover our mutual love for the most macabre hobbies. But then she brings up her brother's unsolved murder and her real reason for being here—to find his killer. That's when my past finally catches up with me, and I'm faced with an impossible choice.

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.

You want to know the secret to everlasting happiness? Never fall in love. That was the wisdom my father imparted to us James boys after our mom died, and it’s a piece of advice that’s served me well. Until dear old Dad asks me for a favor over Sunday brunch. No big deal, right? I love making my old man happy. Except this “favor” is a lot more complicated than picking up his dry cleaning. Dad wants me to marry and provide a few heirs for the James empire, and he’s even done me the courtesy of handpicking my bride-to-be. Lucky me.

Fourteen years ago, I killed sixteen people and I'd do it again. Were you expecting something different? Did you think I would be remorseful? No. Each and every one of them deserved to die. Now, I'm back to reclaim what was always supposed to be mine and destroy everyone who has wronged me or her. Those who took her from me will pay with their lives and I'll smile like the psychopath I am as I deliver my own twisted form of justice. After all, it's Halloween. The craziest things happen on All Hallow's Eve.. Myers is a dark, taboo horror romance retelling of Michael Myers.

You want my advice? Never look a gift horse in the mouth. You don’t want to see the rotten teeth. In this case, the gift is a scholarship to attend the prestigious Neveah University. The rotten teeth? Well, they came in the form of my brand new stepbrother and his little cohort of entitled, arrogant best friends. Four dangerously handsome and stupidly wealthy men who made up their minds about me long before we met. Men who are used to getting everything they want no matter what the price.

When my father passed away, I assumed my grieving would be as simple as closing a book and starting another. Only he had other plans. Leaving me his beloved tattoo shop, I’m stuck to figure out what exactly to do with it, all while being constantly reminded of him.

There is no way back. There is no way. No way back. Not from what we’ve become; Bloodthirsty, vengeful, vile. Some women strive to make their men better, I VOW TO MAKE HIM WORSE. With each life we take, we fall deeper into our own sinister desires. We were never looking for a way out, but in this prison? There is no way back from what we’ve become.

Obsession was a five-letter word. Ten years in the making. And her name was Emily. But the real question was who was I? When my pretty little pet leaned forward, offered me a view of her cleavage, and tried to make a deal, I said why the hell not? Five days. Thirty minutes. She could ask me anything to her heart’s content. Anything but my name. She had to figure that one out on her own.

They're supposed to be enemies. It takes one night with a masked man to change that all. They crave the next touch of the person they hate the most. Desperate for that next taste of the person they can't stand. Waiting for that anonymous text message to accelerate their heartbeats. The thrill of the chase with the forbidden fruit is enough to blur the lines and the world around them. The first problem? They both have girlfriends. The worst problem? They're stepbrothers.

The Devil is real. And he's not a little red man with horns and a tail. He is beautiful—an enigma. What we are doing is sick, but no one else touches me like he does. I want to run from the darkness that consumes my soul, but in the dark, he's there. My fallen angel.

Welcome to Latibulum Noctis… At the Whitmore estate, the infamous party is more than just an invitation—it’s a test of fate. The guests gather to play a game of hide and seek, where luck and misfortune intertwine in every shadow. When the clock strikes midnight, the true nature of Latibulum Noctis reveals itself. Consumed with a need for answers, Valeria’s mission is clear: uncover the truth behind the mysterious disappearance of her beloved, who vanished many years ago, leaving behind nothing but haunting memories of their past.

I want her dead. Everything within me howls to destroy that pretty little mortal so that I can claim her deliciously tarnished soul. When I’m done with her, she will be writhing underneath me, sinning like a bad little mortal should. But no matter how much I long to kill her now, I must wait until she completes the Death Trials my father, The Devil, challenged her to win. Only then will she claim the title of ‘Deaths New Pet’, and I become free to do whatever the hell I want with her.

She was my salvation—until she became my destruction. Once, I would have bled for her. Now, I burn for revenge. She and her father didn’t just betray me. They destroyed me. Left me broken, bleeding, crawling my way out of hell. And now, years later, she’s back—wrapped up in a satin bow with a convenient case of amnesia? Nice try, princess. But I don’t believe in fairy tales. I bought her at an auction. Now I own her for a week. Seven days to make her remember exactly who she was to me. Seven nights to make her pay for every lie.

For a decade, revenge has consumed my every waking thought. My sole desire? To mete out even a fraction of the suffering inflicted upon me by those five individuals. They believed they could silence me forever, burying me alive and leaving me for dead. Little did they know, it takes more than mundane means to kill a demon. I’m coming for you all, my sweets.

Kieran Hayes is a modern-day king: brilliant, arrogant, and ruthless. The Irish tech CEO has spent the last decade building his legacy in my city, but now he's breaking beneath the weight of his multibillion-dollar crown. Forced into my therapy office, he’s confident I can't help him. I'm determined to prove him wrong. Kieran will never know my desire to treat him stems from more than professional obligation. He doesn't remember the long-ago act of kindness that changed my life, but I've never forgotten.

In the tumultuous span of a week, Kalyn faces the harsh blows of unemployment and eviction. A stroke of fate leads her to a lifeline—a flyer offering a live-in maid position at a billionaire’s mansion. Little does she know, the mysterious employer harbors a secret: a love that he has quietly endured for four long years. He falls for her during her darkest hour—her heart getting shattered. Keeping his distance, he silently observes her at the diner where she works.

ꜱᴋʏʟᴀʀ’ꜱ ʟᴏᴠᴇꜱɪᴄᴋ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ʜᴇʀ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ, ɴɪᴄᴏʟᴇ. ꜱʜᴇ’ꜱ ᴅᴇᴛᴇʀᴍɪɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴀɪᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ʜᴇʀ, ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇʀ ᴅᴀᴅ’ꜱ ɢᴀꜱʟɪɢʜᴛɪɴɢ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ʜᴇʀ ꜱᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ ɪꜱɴ’ᴛ ʜᴇʟᴘɪɴɢ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀꜱ. ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴀ ʙʀᴜᴛᴀʟ ᴀʀɢᴜᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜɪᴍ, ɴɪᴄᴏʟᴇ ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇꜱ ʜᴇʀ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ ɴᴇᴇᴅꜱ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ꜰᴜɴ.

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.

I was no one—until the auction. Four wealthy men. Four dates. And then I would just go back to my boring life with my cat and never see them again, right? Now that they’ve had a taste, they won’t let me disappear into my old life. They want me to be theirs. Benjamin, Alexander, MacKenna, and Colin—who also happens to be my brother’s best friend.

You know when you see that big red flag, and you think to yourself, I should probably not go anywhere near there? Yeah, Quincy Carter ignored that big red flag. He walked right up to that red flag, waving blatantly in the wind, and kissed the holy hell out of her. Sure, he probably should've arrested her for breaking a restraining order. He probably also should've stopped her from continuing to break that restraining order. Yet he can't.

Agent Bradly "Wolfe" Tucker has one case he cannot solve: six murdered women and a cold trail leading nowhere. When bodies with an eerily similar MO show up in Philadelphia, he volunteers to assist with the case. He figures he will spend a few days in Philly, hand the case off, and head back to his life in Seattle. But everything changes when he stops at a local bar, looks across the room, and sees her. Agent Leda Bailey has had a bad week. She has three dead women and no trail to follow. The clues don't add up, and nothing makes sense.

Mari Marcosa may be head of her family’s mafia empire, but the new enemy hiding in the shadows is determined to destroy her—piece by piece. She has no idea who she can trust. Until three men become the very foundation of her survival. Greyson: Her best friend, her second-in-command, her savior. The one she always needed but couldn’t have. Dominic: Her new underboss with molten eyes and a smile made for war. He brings out a gentle side in Mari she doesn’t know if she can afford.

When Lillith Harper saves the life of the deadliest member of the Hellfyre Motorcycle Club, his appreciation quickly turns to obsession. The main problem? It's not entirely unwelcome, even when people around her start to turn up missing. Or worse—dead.

Creating our fantasy jars filled with love notes of our secret desires was a way to revive the monotonous routine that had become our marriage. But pulling that little piece of paper with my husband's most desired secret was a shock I wasn’t prepared for.