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...

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.

Gwen Alexandra does not need a man in her life. Especially not a man who looks like Chris Hemsworth and Joe Manganiello's love child. One wearing leather, riding a Harley, and covered in tattoos.Gwen can bet every pair of her Manolos that Cade Fletcher is trouble. From the moment she meets him, the attraction sizzles between them. Gwen has a problem when it comes to attractive men in motorcycle clubs. The last one she got involved with almost killed her.After healing physic...

This isn't a fairy tale. I'll save you the trouble by telling you that now.This is the tale of a girl who spent her life bouncing around foster homes, who had her innocence stolen in the darkness before she knew it was something that could be lost. Her demons followed her everywhere, after that night. They chased her to the medical school she dropped out of, to the strip club she sold herself in, and finally caught her in a river of sin where they tried to drown her.My name...

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 ...

Amy Abrams doesn't do love. Nor does she do emotional attachments, unless you count the connection she has with designer handbags. She grew up in an Upper East Side penthouse, which had about as much affection within its tastefully decorated walls as Castle Dracula. Her family is the precise reason why she points her red-soled heels firmly in the opposite direction of that dreaded four-letter word.Then it happens. Love. It comes right out of the blue and knocks her off her six-inch...

Living a life in darkness causes the soul to char to ash. Battling demons by turning himself into a monster is the only way he can survive . . . the only way he can keep a grip on sanity. That grip is precarious at best, every day is a silent battle with demons that threaten to yank him into the truest form of darkness, the abyss he'll never escape. Then it happens. Light shines through the cracks.Happiness. Mia Spencer's life is full of it. She has an amazing new job, friends, fam...

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...

Life is counted in tiny breaths, ones that measure the length of your existence. Life stole the ability to make those breaths easy when Lily was nine years old. Turned her quiet. Made her curl into herself, and shut out a world that threatened to bury her under its weight.The end of her world is what brings him back—her biker. His chocolate eyes pierce her soul while his club tempts her with a life that she didn't know she could ever have. Especially not when she was clutching the ...

Souls are interesting things. Not something you can prove you possess. Not something that can be measured, like a heartbeat.But something that can be destroyed by the absence of a heartbeat.No, you cannot prove you possess a soul. But once that soul dies, there doesn't need to be proof that you don't have one. Once that blackened pit opens inside you, the world can see it. The world cowers from it.Gage knew this because his soul was long gone. He was glad to be rid ...

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...

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....