Beatrix Hollow

Monsters—shadows, gills, wings, and more. The things I fear crave me… and they’ve been here the whole time. Hiding, waiting, and wanting. Lurking, sneaking, and watching.

Traveling the country camping was supposed to be an escape from the strange and unusual that clings to my family. My family’s calling to fame terrifies me. The ghosts, the hauntings, the supernatural—I want nothing to do with it....

I'm certifiably insane. Just ask my amazing therapist. He's my soulmate and a vampiric serial killer. There's no one I'd rather stalk more. Except no more late night slinking for me. I'm in The Asylum, committed as a danger to myself and others. They tell me I'm delusional, which they aren't wrong.

Some creatures are fatally flawed. I'm a thrill-seeker, a gambler, and a thief—playing whim to my greed. However, my sins aren't what I have to fight right now...it's theirs....

I'm a vampire hunter, a legacy meant only to care about killing monsters. But all I've ever cared about is Sebastian. I'm enamored... obsessed. Stalking him and manipulating fate to keep us together.

I've come to wreak vengeance on the man who killed my parents. My own little brother—an abomination, a snake in the nest. I'm Hazel Fury—a phoenix, a killer—and I'm not leaving this insane asylum until Baz is in a body bag. Someone has to do it and that someone will be me.

From the dark, haunted cave comes a man's plea. He’s a stuck climber in a hidden chamber inside the mountain. But as we travel to his rescue, things continue to deteriorate. Sick, hurt, and now deep underground, my worst nightmare is finally here....

I’m obsessed with my deviant desires and only one thing can bring me satisfaction—Caterpillar. Whether by luck or misfortune, he can be bought. I only need to make a deal with Cheshire...and his deals have the tendency to go sideways....

Traveling the country camping was supposed to be an escape from the strange and unusual that clings to my family. Instead it’s brought me more than I ever bargained for. My family’s calling to fame—the ghosts, the hauntings, the supernatural—it's time I wield it....

When I said "get a new hobby," I meant kayaking, not decking the halls with garlands of gore. My newest therapy client is the definition of a DILF. His distractingly handsome face is all to blame for my mess-up. If that wasn't bad enough, now I'm practically stalking the murderous golden...