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....

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 ...

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...

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...

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...

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...

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 ...

Should I tell you a story? Not a fairytale, mind you. There's not a princess to be seen. Nor a prince. Not even a hero.This is about the stripper and the outlaw.Our story begins with the Sons of Templar MC, with a man even the outlaws fear.He was trouble. More than trouble. A scoundrel. A sinner. A villain. To everyone but me.Our story begins with blood, violence, and pain. I have a feeling it will end that way too. But it's too late for escape.I've ...

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....

The Sons of Templar MC. I'm sure you've heard of them.They're infamous. Murderers. Criminals. Outlaws. But to me, they're family.My husband wore the cut for well over a decade. For almost as long as he wore a wedding ring. Our marriage survived wars. Deaths. Blood. The cuts were deep. And they never healed quite right. But we survived. Until we didn't.He promised me forever. And he gave it to me. His version of it, at least. Mine was longer, though. Much longer....