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A TV journalist travels to the Louisiana/East Texas bayou country to contact a disgraced police detective who was relegated to desk duty after complaining how his boss rushed to close the case of a missing girl presumed dead by pinning it on the wrong guy. The journalist has found a connection to other missing girl cases all linked through the appearance of a blood moon. They join forces to solve the case while sparks fly

The Manipulator. I can manipulate the emotions of anyone who lets me. I will make you hurt, make you cry, make you laugh and sigh. But my words don't affect him. Especially not when I plead for him to leave. He's always there, watching and waiting. And I can never look away. Not when I want him to come closer. The Shadow. I didn't mean to fall in love. But now that I have, I can't stay away. I'm mesmerized by her smile, by her eyes, and the way she moves. I'll keep watching and waiting. Until I can make her mine. And once she is, I'll never let her go.

Harlow can't live with herself after the traumatic events of a fateful Halloween night two years ago. Half-broken then, she's shattered now. The only way forward is to go back to the abandoned house where it all happened and pay the ultimate price for her sins. But the house isn't empty. Three vengeful spirits lie in wait, vowing to destroy the woman who sent them to hell. Given just one night of freedom, they will bleed every second dry, taking all their rage, suffering, and hatred out on her.

In my world, nothing is merry and bright. More like dark and dank. In fact, deck the halls should be deck the slobbering drunk who waited for me to get off work and followed me to my car with only one thing in mind. He didn't expect a smart girl with a handy-dandy taser, ready to light the star on his tree. Unfortunately, I didn't expect there to be two of them. While my attacker was on the ground, twitching and convulsing, his face as red and puffed up as ole St. Nick, I was grabbed from behind by Santa's helper.

When Gabe Melrose wakes to snow falling on his face and a pounding headache, he doesn’t know why he’s outside in the cold or how he got there. Only one name comes to the forefront of his mind, and that’s Cassidy. Getting in touch with Cassidy easy. Remembering why he’d been a victim of a crime, not so much.

Buried six feet under, I gasp for air. My grave fills with dirt, every minute bringing me closer to my last. My only hope of surviving is the men fighting to find me. Fuelled by secret attraction and bitter jealousy, Hawk and Chaos hate each other more than ever. Their feud needs to end if they’re going to find me in time. Meanwhile, Grayson’s job drags him deeper into the world of psychopaths and murderers, the men in his life only increasing the danger in mine.

Connor Murphy was the perfect husband for a bratva kingpin's daughter. An Irish mafia boss I could marry to secure an alliance between our families. It was all supposed to be so simple... But then our wedding was attacked and I ended up on the run with his brother Caden. Now I'm caught between two men, and I can't tell which way is what. Not when Caden takes me over his knee, and definitely not when Connor bends me over and bares my bright red ass with his brother watching before making me come so hard I pass out.

Pretending to date my handsome new housemate was already a bad idea, but then I discover he’s no ordinary guy—he’s a mobster in hiding. And in this story, he’s not the hero, but the wicked villain. Rowan Miller isn’t used to hearing the word “no.” I guess when you’re 6’5, gorgeously tattooed, and sculpted like a Michelangelo masterpiece, women tend to throw themselves at you. But in a small town like Darkwater Hollow, a reputation as a womanizer will catch up with you—and your business—eventually.

I’m tired. I’m tired of running, tired of hiding, tired of always looking over my shoulder. Now my guys must endure this too. The clock is still ticking in my head. I feel him circling, getting closer and closer. The fear I carry is nearly suffocating. Not for me, but for my guys. I know what it’s like to have your family taken from you in the most brutal of ways. I won’t lose my family again. I will do whatever it takes to protect them. Even if that means I must face the monster who has haunted my nightmares and reality and kill him myself.

They already killed him, so I know they won’t hesitate to do the same to me. With nowhere to run or hide, I buy a one-way ticket to Milan to audition for Barsetti Lingerie in the hope I can start a new life.

Assassin Scarlett Fletcher is supposedly dead. Lyssa intends to make it so. Just... not yet. Lyssa, the Wolf of the Styx Syndicate, has a simple plan. Hide her enemy-turned-uneasy-ally, train her up, and use her to take down Grandmother. Then Lyssa will follow through on the kill order and end the assassin once and for all. But nothing to do with Scarlett has ever been simple.

Der Diamant: Der Tod geht neben mir, aber der Sensenmann ist kein Gegner für mich. Ich bin gefangen in einer Welt voller Monster, die als Männer verkleidet sind, und solchen, die nicht so sind, wie sie scheinen. Sie werden mich nicht ewig festhalten. Ich erkenne die Person, die ich geworden bin, nicht wieder. Und ich kämpfe darum, meinen Weg zurückzufinden. Zu der Bestie, die mich nachts jagt. Sie nennen mich einen Diamanten, aber sie schufen einen Engel des Todes.

Trauma nurse Aly Cappellucci doesn’t need any more kinks. She likes the one she’s landed on just fine. To her, nothing could top the masked men she follows online. Unless one of those men was shirtless, heavily tattooed, and waiting for her in her bedroom. She dreams about being hunted by one in particular, of him chasing her down and doing deliciously dark things to her willing body. She never could have guessed that by sending one drunken text, those dreams would become her new reality.

In the chilling finale of the Frozen Fate trilogy, Frankie enters a world far deadlier than the one she escaped. A sinister threat lurks in the shadows, hunting her with a dark obsession as her savage protectors battle the rules of society. Thrust into the civilized world, they spiral into violence and refuse to conform, their wild natures threatening to tear apart their bond.

My bond with my twin was impenetrable, until a blonde femme fatale walked into the party, capturing our attention and burying her way into our hearts. As Olivia took control of our lives, the three of us forged an unconventional relationship that fooled everyone—including ourselves. But it wasn’t meant to last.

Through the years, I lived more as an enigma than a man. For so long, I denied I had a beating heart of my own. Until her. Until she unearthed the starving vessel inside, forced me to acknowledge it, forced me to understand that I’m capable of bleeding the same as any other. For that, we paid. We're still paying. Yet she demands it still; the useless heart of the ruthless thief and shameless villain she fell for. My fear is that I’m no longer that man.

Empath hunter Evan Grayson is the Dead Man, transformed by a dark past into a perfect weapon against corrupted empaths. Nothing can distract him from stopping these superhuman killers—until he’s mired in a new battle, fighting a forbidden attraction to an empath on the verge of corruption.

Book 3 in the Sparrow Falls series. More details coming soon!

While my name means beauty, beneath that surface is a depth I allow very few to see. I’m sole heir to Aquarius Social, a media giant about to succumb to an unseen enemy. My father’s solution is to marry me off to the son of a competing family. Now I have just a week before the wedding to change my fate. Who knew the unforeseen twist would be an assassination attempt on me and an unwanted rescue by Thorn Beathach, the head of the rival social media empire driving Aquarius under? The richest, most ruthless of them all, the Beast protects his realm with an iron rule: no one sees his face.

According to the FBI, I was considered a serial murderer after three kills. What do they call me after fifty-two? They call me the Silencer. One final bullet would have been all it took to stop me from taking another soul, and I would have been doing Meridian City a service by pulling that trigger. An angel crying for help stopped me, and that night, I took three lives for her. Then three turned into eight. Then eight turned into twenty. Twenty turned into twenty-one. Twenty-one turned into twenty-three.