He collected beautiful things.Rare things.Ripped them out of their natural environment and preserved them in all of their dead splendor.The problem was I wasn't beautiful. I was all of the hideous and ugly realities of the world packaged into one broken human being.He came to kill me.That was his business.Death.He ripped me out of my natural environment, the prison I'd created, and locked me away with all of his beautiful dead things....

I don't know what it's like to feel.To hurt.The ability was stolen from me in my youth. I consider that theft a gift.Feelings got in the way when you were building an empire. Amassing power.I had the empire.I had the power.Until one night in an alley.Everything that took over a decade to amass was snatched away in a second.He killed for me.But he didn't save me.

Words are my weapon.Stories wrap around my soul, choking me, capturing you.I don't work in dreams.I don't offer escapes.I cage you within my nightmares.Magnolia Grace is a horror writer, despite what the name might suggest.One of the best in the business, if you asked around.Pressure comes with that title. Expectation for the next nightmare. The next bestseller.Sickness.That's what it is.She can't be healthy. Because th...

They were taken.Off the street. From parking lots. Malls. Playgrounds.Snatched from life and thrust into hell.They took Orion Darby on a perfect summer day, while she could still taste her first kiss on her lips.She joined the others with chains on their ankles and scars on their souls.They turned into nothing more than statistics. Cold cases. Lost girls.Years passed and the world forgot.Until the day they escaped.This is not about ...

He collected beautiful things. Rare things. Ripped them out of their natural environment and preserved them in all of their dead splendor.The problem was I wasn't beautiful. I was all of the hideous and ugly realities of the world packaged into one broken human being.He came to kill me. That was his business. Death.He ripped me out of my natural environment, the prison I'd created, and locked me away with all of his beautiful dead things. I hated hi...

Don't ask me how I got here, I don't want to lie to you.I'm not a worldly woman. I'm not cultured, well-traveled, or well educated. I'm just a housewife. A mother. I'm the woman with the handsome husband, beautiful daughter, the large house. If you saw it from the outside, you'd probably think I have the perfect life. You would most definitely be wrong.But I don't blame you. We all see what we want to see, turning a blind eye to what others want to stay hidden. Esp...

She survived the deadliest serial killer of her generation. Or so everyone thought.No one knew how many pieces of her he took to the grave with him. She hid her scars, her nightmares. She hid everything until she couldn't.Then she ran. But Colby followed her. He'd follow her to the ends of the earth. To hell and back. Sariah knew he would . . .Because Colby had already wrenched her out of hell once. Because Colby loved her.Only Colby loved the girl she was b...

Between Central Park and the East River sits an apartment building as tall as a castle and as orange as a sunset. The Wellraven barely pricks a skyline so grand, but its curious history reaches out through occupants, young and old.Eleven stories chronicle the life and times of characters who cross paths and share destiny’s fire escape. Ghosts, gravity, romance, and secrets weave the communal narrative.Step into the elevator. Push any button, but try to remember your way bac...

HANNAH: Beau Shaw is a Grade-A jerk. Working for him is hell. Living under his roof is worse. If it weren't for Clara, the little girl who's stolen my heart, I'd have walked away a million times over. But I can't leave her. She's given me warmth, magic, and a home I never imagined, even if I'm only the nanny. That's a fact Beau reminds me of every day. He shows me what I am—an intruder in their fragile little family. They've only just caught their breath after years of dro...

There's a phrase: Still waters run deep. But there's more to it than that.Because "still" doesn’t denote peace. Nor calm. Nor happiness. It’s an illusion. It's chaos.The only way to handle chaos is to become it. That’s what Lucy did. She created stillness out of the chaos tumbling inside her and called the most chaotic motorcycle club in the United States her family. The Sons of Templar gave her chaos, friendship, family, danger, and death. But she wouldn't want it any other ...

Words are my weapon. Stories wrap around my soul, choking me, capturing you. I don't work in dreams. I don't offer escapes. I cage you within my nightmares.Magnolia Grace is a horror writer, despite what the name might suggest. One of the best in the business, if you asked around. Pressure comes with that title. Expectation for the next nightmare. The next bestseller. Sickness. That's what it is. She can't be healthy. Because that means she won't write. And she hasn't been writing....

Calliope Derrick is in trouble. Not that she'll admit it. She'd sooner go to her grave than ask for help—especially from a man. Wall Street's wolf in heels, Calliope built an empire, shattered egos, and earned a reputation as the woman who made grown men cry in their private jets. But after a betrayal that threatens everything she's worked for, she trades skyscrapers for lighthouses and flees to Jupiter, Maine. She tells her family it's just a break. A vacation. A reset. She's lying. She's...