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The storm has passed, but the shadows still hunt her. Arden Rivers is healing. She’s rebuilding a life she can claim as her own, learning to love—and to be loved—without losing herself. But one night shatters that fragile peace. A stranger steps out of the dark, armed with secrets from her past and devotion sharp enough to cut. Roses, letters, and whispered threats remind her: survival was never enough. Each gift is a warning. Each step forward pulls her deeper into a game of obsession and betrayal.

Is it her destiny to love him? Or is it her destiny to die? Valtu Aminoff is no stranger to tragedy. Though many know him as the enigmatic vampire that inspired Bram Stoker's Dracula, Valtu's complex life is far more horrific than any fiction could imagine. When you lose the love of your life over and over again, it can do more than break your heart—it can corrupt your soul. It's up to his new lover to decide if Valtu's damaged soul is even worth saving. But destiny isn't done with Valtu yet. And tragedy is always around the corner.

historian Evelyn Reed accepts a job cataloguing the ancient library of Blackwood Castle. She accepts the job, discovering secrets hidden for over 200 years. Lord Valerius Blackwood and his family are not merely eccentric aristocrats, but ageless vampires guarding a deadly secret.

Arden Rivers has rebuilt her life brick by fragile brick, determined not to be defined by the shadows of her past. But when roses begin to appear at her door—perfect, blood-red, deliberate—so do the notes. Intimate. Intrusive. Written by someone who knows her too well. Each gift is beautiful. Each gift is a threat.

It’s 1875, and Alva Webster has perfected her stiff upper lip after three years of being pilloried in the presses of two continents over fleeing her abusive husband. Now his sudden death allows her to return to New York to make a fresh start, restoring Liefdehuis, a dilapidated Hyde Park mansion, and hopefully her reputation at the same time. However, fresh starts aren’t as easy as they seem, as Alva discovers when stories of a haunting at Liefdehuis begin to reach her.

I made a mistake. Hearts are the most fragile part of the body, and I trusted mine with Jude Carlisle. My villain. My weakness. My stepbrother. Fairytales have a way of turning the most innocent things wicked. Jude lied through his teeth, and I fell for every word. Then he burned both our families to the ground in a sick game of revenge and never looked back.

Left penniless and alone after her father's sudden death, Isabella Barrett accepts a position at Harrowgate Manor, an isolated estate shrouded in secrets and sorrow. Whispers stalk the halls. Icy fingers graze her skin. And shadowed figures watch her from the dark. The spirits want something from her—and their intentions are growing darker. Her new employer, the enigmatic Rhys Caradoc, is a man forged of silence and secrets. He claims to need her help cataloguing his rare book collection, but Isabella soon realizes he knows far more about her gift—and her past—than he should.

Ich wollte nur meinen kleinen Bruder retten. Stattdessen geriet ich in die Fänge seines gefährlichen, reifen Bosses... Es war der perfekte Plan: meinen unfähigen Bruder vor dem Pub einkassieren, ihn zu unserer Familienhütte in den Dünen zu verschleppen und ihn dort dazu zu zwingen, sein Leben endlich auf die Reihe zu bekommenDoch da hinten in meinem Wagen verbirgt sich keineswegs mein Bruder, sondern der massive, tätowierte irische Mafiaboss mit der dunklen Aura — der Boss meines Bruders. Und der ist zornig. Ups... Innerhalb von Sekunden hat er den Spieß umgedreht — nun bin ich die Gefangene..

While my future is promised to one man, my heart wants Crew Kingsley. My enemy. My addiction. My boyfriend's brother. Crew isn't the prince in any girl's story. He doesn't want to win my love; he wants to steal it—simply so he can make me regret ever letting him. If only I wasn't addicted to his pain.

Carrie Rickard, leaving an abusive relationship back in London, tries to escape her own past by throwing herself into her restoration project: Fairwood House, known to locals of Pagham-on-Sea as The Crows. Unable to resist as it whispers to her, Carrie’s obsession only grows when she discovers it was the site of a gruesome unsolved murder.

Years on the run taught me fate always catches up. And that's what happened when Sage Jackson found me. My destiny. My keeper. My father's enforcer. Sage owes the club a favor, and now that I'm back, it's his time to pay up. My freedom for his. A task he's happy to accept when I'm the reason his father is dead.

From the New York Times bestselling author of Red Rabbit comes a supernatural horror where ghosts and ghouls are the least of a witch’s problems in nineteenth-century New England. Something wicked is going on in the village of Ascension. A mother wasting away from cancer is suddenly up and...

When Dante brings his wife to his family’s remote cabin in Remington, Georgia, he hopes to rekindle what’s been lost. But the South remembers what it buries. And when a sudden winter storm traps them in, old grief and darker things rise to the surface. In the hush of falling snow, the past stirs. A figure from Dante’s nightmares walks again. And a deal struck in desperation threatens to claim everything he loves.

Karen married Alan after a whirlwind courtship and returned with him to the cliffside house next to the lighthouse he tended. She believed she was his first wife, not knowing of the macabre death his first wife had suffered. Then she began to hear strange rumors about the house, and about her husband. The truth lay hidden behind a locked door, and in a scrap of rose point lace. A novel by Victor Banis, author of nearly 200 novels and too many short stories to count.

As an old employee at a funeral home, Tegan's life had been full of corpses. When her parents died, she couldn't take being surrounded by death anymore. She had to get away, and to do that, she moved to a small, sleepy town in Utah. When Tegan rented a house sight-unseen, she had been told it would need a lot of work. She just didn't realize how much, nor had she been told that the previous owner had gone missing and assumed dead.

When Rose Blackwood inherits her late grandmother’s sprawling estate and an overgrown greenhouse, she expects a world of mundane responsibilities. But within the shadowy corners of her family legacy lies a magic older and more dangerous than she ever imagined. As plants respond to her emotions and whispers echo from realms unseen, Rose discovers her destiny as a Guardian… a protector of life itself.

1908, Long Island: For Millie Turner, the young wife of a powerful New York stockbroker, Rose Briar Hall—a gleaming edifice of white marble on the North Shore—is more than a home. Every detail speaks of Charles Turner's wealth, and its interior is testament to Millie's sophistication. All that's left is to prove her worthiness to be his bride. What better way than to throw a grand party for New York's social elite? After painstaking planning, the night of the event arrives and all is perfection—until Millie wakes to a cold, eerily quiet house, and a gray cloud where her memory should be.

Ciò che rende unici i racconti di Mary E. Wilkins Freeman non sono le case infestate, i fantasmi e le misteriose presenze, che pure non mancano di tendere agguati al lettore, nascoste nell'ombra delle pagine del libro. Ciò che li rende unici nel loro genere sono le protagoniste, non fanciulle indifese in attesa di essere salvate ma donne che affrontano l'ignoto con perseveranza e determinazione.

„DU GEHÖRST JETZT MIR“ Sie hat einen großen Fehler gemacht. Ein Tacone lässt sich nicht erpressen. Sie will mir drohen? Das geht gar nicht. Falls sie Geld braucht, soll sie mich brav darum bitten. Aber sobald ich es ihr gebe, ist uns beiden klar, was das bedeutet: Sie gehört mir. Ich halte mich so gut es geht zurück und behandle sie mit Respekt. Leider kann ich einfach nicht die Finger von ihr lassen.

Pensé que no lo volvería a ver. Mi primer amor regresó de entre los muertos. Mi secuestrador y tormento. Él tiene mi pasado, presente y futuro entre sus manos con cicatrices. Él es mi dueño. Sin importar cuán lejos corra, mi camino me lleva de vuelta a ese castillo solitario. De vuelta a los brazos de la bestia.