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All through the town of Pine Deep, people are having their most precious memories stolen. The monster seems to target the lonely, the disenfranchised, the people who need memories to anchor them to this world. Something is out there. Something cruel and evil is feeding on the memories, erasing them from the hearts and minds of people like Patty and Monk and others.

Colin Ross, twice thwarted in love, once abandoned, quit the mainland for Haven's End, a wounded soul on an idyllic island, seeking to heal his life. But instead of peace, he is hurled into chaos. Some dark and ancient hatred, some evil force, is unleashed, wreaking vengeance on the islanders, mangling the living, and mutilating the dead. And, as the piercing songs rise to met the roaring wind, Colin Ross, against his will, is sucked into the raging storm.

In this explosive psychological thriller by New York Times bestselling author Lisa Unger, a young woman’s mysterious gift lands her in the middle of a dangerous investigation of a little girl’s disappearance. For as long as she can remember, twenty-year-old Finley Montgomery has been able to...

I knew the sins of my past would call to collect what was left of my soul. If I'd known the price I'd pay, I would've sacrificed more to stay hidden from the magic. In the middle of Wyoming - away from the abnormals of the world - I thought I was free and clear. I started a new life. Found a love I'd never known in a husband, and a son who was my everything. And in a blinding instant, that life was stolen from me.

“My name is Rylee and I am a Tracker.” When children go missing, and the Humans have no leads, I’m the one they call. I am their last hope in bringing home the lost ones. I salvage what they cannot. I’m on the FBI’s wanted list. I have a werewolf for a pet, a Witch of a best friend, and have no need for anyone else in my life.

"My name is Rylee, and I am a Tracker." When children go missing, and the Humans have no leads, I'm the one they call. I am their last hope in bringing home the lost ones. I salvage what they cannot. Bringing my allies together as war approaches is my number one concern. But that means I have to play nice with a vampire who is blackmailing me. If I don’t, I’m screwed and my family is dead. But I don't play nice. And I have a backup plan. Kinda.

To save my son, I would give up my soul. To survive this journey and stop those who face us, I may have to do just that. My son is waiting for me to bring him home, to rescue him from the horrors he’s faced on his own. I won’t take the chance to find him only to fail him again. Which means I must unearth a way to kill his captor, a man who is immortal. A man who made a deal with the devil to attain his power. As it stands, there is only one way to end that monster’s life.

I thought I'd finally stepped away from the madness of the underworld, away from the Abnormals, away from all those who would do me and those I love harm. The world, though, had different plans. And now I'm trapped, not only physically, but inside my head. Those who have me caged say none of it was real. That I'm not a highly trained assassin of Abnormals. That I have no family. My children do not exist. That there is nothing supernatural about this world.

Beneath war-torn Europe, a vampire cabal begins devouring history—rewriting the legacy of humankind’s greatest minds into immortal propaganda. Ink fades. Names vanish. But one time traveler refuses silence. He journeys through fractured time to summon four literary titans: Edgar Allan Poe, Mary Shelley, H. P. Lovecraft, and Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. Together, they form a covenant to fight the vampiric apocalypse—not with swords, but with words. As stories unravel and alternate selves threaten to consume them, these authors must decide: Can memory survive when monsters control the pen?

The house at Herron Pond is no stranger to tragedy. Accidental death. A devastating fire. Suicide. Are the reports of supernatural activity the persistent gossip of visitors and staff? Or are the chilling tales true?

When everything suddenly changes into a centuries-old battle for the soul of mankind, is the end near? Now that the threat from Abdul Ba’ith has been eliminated, Lazarus and his team at SOAR hope to help Ricki discover the secret in his journal. That hope is dashed when he discovers that the UDs have even bigger plans in the works - plans that threaten the stability of the entire world.

We’re on bigfoot’s trail, trying to catch up to him before a hunter does. Rider is distant, Vincent is uneasy, and Ethan is way too excited about meeting a bigfoot. When we find traces of the stalker, the scent Rider is tracking and what I see in the path don't line up. Something strange is happening in the mountains. Are we tracking a hunter, or something else altogether different?

Let's get THINGS straight: You made up your mind about me and my son the day some prude, who got what she deserved, told you to. Silly you. Cause I'm not Beverly. And I'm not my son either. I'm Momma. And that's just gonna have to be good enough for you. Cause serial killers don't grow on trees, you know. You have to plant them.