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The Ghost
What happens when someone accidentally summons a demon? They die and become a ghost.
I didn’t believe in Heaven or Hell. I thought the pain would stop, and I’d taste sweet oblivion. But I was wrong. Hell does exist. It’s not just a place, but a person too.
His name is Lynx.
Night after night, day after day, I try to escape and break free of the cage I’ve been damned into. I can’t hide from him, and he can’t outrun me. I’m trapped in the manor with the monster who killed me.
The Demon
Be careful who you steal from. They might just come for your soul.
They called me a sinner, then stuck a blade through my heart and cursed my soul to an eternity in flames, turning me into the demon they claimed I was.
For centuries, I suffered and screamed. Made other souls wish they were never born. It was an endless cycle I couldn’t break until one day, she called me forward. A little human who played with someone else’s toys.
I thought I could get rid of her, but I was wrong. I can’t escape her no matter what I do.
At least, I know one thing for certain. Sable looks pretty for a dead thing.
ONE GHOST. ONE DEMON. ONE HAUNTED MANOR.
ELDRITH
MANOR
The fall from grace hurt.
I was one of the few specialist snipers in the military who is a woman. I made a name for myself. Set records.
But death has a way of changing everyone.
The descent from Special Forces, to dirty fighting pits, to becoming a bodyguard for the man whose heart I broke, I never thought I’d stop drowning.
One night is all it took for everything to change.
One shot is all I need.
My name is Zalak Bhatia. They call me Scorpion
Three days is all it took for everyone I love to die.
Scorpion
Kristy Gallagher has slayed a monster before. When she could no longer live with her husband’s abuse, she plunged a knife into his neck. Then, she fled his family’s criminal empire—changing her name and traveling to the far reaches of the world, before finding her safe haven in Bali.
She’s used to looking over her shoulder but nothing could prepare her for the monster that lurks beyond the shore. Sharp claws, grasping tentacles—Krakens are real, and their King has decided she’s to be his bride.
A monster trying to end a curse…
Ordus is King of the Dead Lands, the last Kraken of his bloodline, and the final hope to break a terrible curse that plagues his lands. He must find his destined bride, his soul mate, and marry her to save his kingdom.
His fated mate shouldn’t be a human, but something about her calls to him like no other creature ever has. He drags her to his island, kicking and screaming, begging to be returned to the mainland.
Ordus must convince her he’s not a monster to be feared, but her soul mate who will protect her from anything and anyone who means her harm.
Including his own people.
A woman escaping her past…
The
Saltwater
Curse
Death is meant to come on a chariot of broken dreams or in the dark trenches of a storm, not in love letters and gifts.
He did not take my soul when I was meant to die. He did not want it all the other times that I’ve offered it to him on a silver platter. Yet, time and time again, he reminds me that I am his: His night monster, his dark love, his perfect other.
Death was the only thing keeping me alive. He watches me from his corner, taunts me with sweet messages, marks my body with his touch as I sleep.
He took the people that I love away from me. Still, no one believed me when I said that I saw the faceless man on the night of the accident.
No one can escape death.
Me? I’m chasing it.
He’s coming for you.
death’s
obsession
Roman Riviera was my everything once upon a time. I found my knight in shining armor in the form of a fellow foster kid. He protected me and promised to stand by my side forever.
But Roman Riviera is a liar.
He left me with monsters.
Three years later, I found him in the middle of the night, soaked in my family’s blood and carving his initials into my foster brother’s skin. He tied me up and dragged me away from the life I had made without him.
I tried to run, but he chased me. I wanted to scream, but the sound never came out.
He says that I’m never getting away from him. He says he’s back for good. I don’t believe him.
No one tells you what to do when the boy who shattered your heart comes back to steal it.
skin of a
sinner
Kohen Osman is a pyromaniac who keeps trying to steal my gig—which is… well, stealing. The difference is, he has sticky fingers because he’s a spoiled brat who thinks he’s better than the family of junkies that live down the block.
I thought life at reform school would be better with neither Kohen or my family anywhere in sight. But my freedom from them was short and not sweet. There’s only so much a person can take before they turn into dust.
One day, he’ll burn for everything he’s done. They all will.
And I’ll be the one who lights the match.
What’s that saying? What goes around, comes around? You torch my house, I demolish yours?
fiery
little
thing
There’s a serial killer prowling the city, and no one has noticed…
Except for me.
I see the connections between his kills—
The artistic references,
The careful curation of the scene,
The macabre motifs that turn violence into vivid works of art.
When I recreate one of his murders for my film project at Cresswell University,
I unknowingly present it to the very man who committed the crime.
Professor Maddox Shaw.
A world-renowned artist struggling to recapture his muse.
A serial killer caught deep in the web of a dangerous secret society.
A man who makes me come alive.
Sleeping with your professor is bad enough.
Sleeping with a serial killer is just asking for trouble.
When trouble finds me, it’s not Maddox, but the powerful people pulling his strings.
There’s no line they won’t cross to keep their secrets safe.
And there’s no line Maddox won’t cross to keep me.
After all, he’s good at killing people.
Gothikana meets Dexter in this sinfully delicious dark romance about a horror-obsessed film student who’s secretly tracking the murders of a serial killer—unaware he’s also her brooding professor.
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