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In his world, control is power—and I won’t be controlled. I hate Benjamin Baranov. He stole everything from me—my dream internship, my friends, my future. And now, thanks to his father’s ruthless decree, I’m trapped… married to my enemy. He’s cold. Calculating. Consuming. A master manipulator who moves through the world like he owns it—and now, he thinks he owns me. He watches my every move. Twists my thoughts. Controls the very air I breathe. He’s not just playing a game. He’s writing the rules, stacking the deck, and locking the door behind me.

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.

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.

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.

The Bratva King grabbed my voluptuous curves and knocked me up. He’s twice my age, and the most dangerous guy in the city. I didn’t know this when I accidentally spend one night with him. I didn’t know this, but then he kidnapped me and told me I have to marry him. I’m a naive girl, I didn’t know about ruthless Bratva guys with blood on their hands. But now I’m carrying the heir of the Bratva King. I’ve tried to run from his mansion, but he won’t let me escape.

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.

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..

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.

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...

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.

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.

Buch 3 "Von Rosen und Krähen" - Angst setzte ihre Gedanken in Brand, als Maira keuchend hochschreckte. Einen kurzen Augenblick lang dachte sie tatsächlich, dies wäre der Tod. Aber dann setzten sich die vielen, winzig kleinen Puzzlestücke in ihren Gedanken zusammen, die Traun ihr so gnädig mitgegeben hatte, ehe er sie von der Brücke hatte fallen lassen. Puzzlestücke über eine fremde Welt, über Monde und Herzen und Schatten. Lhargos. Ihre Augen suchten nach irgendetwas Seltsamen. Nach etwas, das anders war, als in einem ganz gewöhnlichen Wald. Nach etwas, dass ihr bewies, dass sie nicht tot, sondern in einer Welt war, von der farblose Augen erzählt hatten. Dass sie sich nicht mehr in jener Welt befand, die sie kannte...