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His father's murderer was the last person Caleb wanted as a fated mate. The future alpha couldn't possibly be with a rogue wolf responsible for his pack's disarray. Unfortunately, with Luna Kathy drowning in grief, Bloodhound pack needs a leader more than ever to restore their faith. To step into his role, he'll need a Luna of his own. But will his mate and the growing bond destroy more than just his father's legacy?

He wants her safe. Someone else wants her silent. Polly Mack has convinced herself she’s happy with her books and flowers and coffee. She doesn’t need a man. Never has, never will. Watching her mom get her heart broken in a series of marriages has taught her that love is a lie and men are temporary at best. And even if they weren’t, cocky Joel Dawson—the stupidly gorgeous new thorn in her side—would be last on her list of prospects.

After the tragic death of her fiancé, Prince Phillip of Harlington, Amelia Perlington is bound by an unbreakable contract to marry his younger brother—Prince Nicolas. Cold. Arrogant. Unapologetically ruthless. They despise each other, trapped between grief, obligation, and burning resentment. But Amelia hides a dark secret—one powerful enough to destroy the crown, the marriage, and them both.

I fell in love with a boy before I even knew what love was. I gave up my world for him, bartered away my hopes and dreams so that boy could have his, but he threw me away at the first sign of trouble. And somehow, I became the villain of our story. Everyone hates me for my betrayal. Only I didn’t turn my back on him—he turned his back on me. Now, I live out my days at the Raven Souls MC as public enemy number one, guarding my secrets like a precious commodity. My silence keeps others safe, so instead of speaking up, I fade away.

There’s this moment in life when you discover the reason for your pitiful existence. When all the demons lurking in your mind quiet down, tamed and dominated by a light so bright it pierces the dark like a beam of salvation. My moment was three years ago, and again every single time I see her. Alison Battaglia–my capo’s little sister and the soon-to-be wife of California’s Mafia Don. She looks at me as if I’m her saving grace, her knight in shining armor. If only she knew I am just the opposite. A trojan horse disguised by fine suits and deception.

I sent an anonymous email to The Ghost—a hacker who destroys scumbags for fun—detailing my darkest fantasy. He replied. With a phone number. Now he's texting me, saying he can make it real. That he's watching me. That he knows exactly what I need. I should run. Instead, I'm saying yes. The question driving me insane: Who is he? The question that's going to ruin me: Do I really want to find out?

I should be happy that Cade rescued me, but all I can think of is the girl who was being held captive with me. I made a promise that I’d get her out of there. A promise that I intend to keep. Even if it means exposing myself, exploring desires I never even knew I had. I tell myself that I can handle it, but how far am I willing to go for someone I barely know?

We're not just broken, we're bonded. Pain carves our path. Obsession and darkness bind us. Love keeps us together. We both share trauma therapy can't fix. We're not just dangerous, we're deadly. And this time we'll bleed together. Call Me Freak Again is a dark stalker romance and psychological thriller. He's still possessive and just as deadly, but now the game has changed. This time, Dima and his Little Sparrow fight their demons together, even if it means unleashing new ones. This time, they aren't the prey– this time they're the predators.

Welcome to the Lilydale Foundation Center... home of second chances. At least, that's what they tell us it is. It's basically a glorified prison and asylum for the deranged with good alibis. When the police pulled me out of my burning home, along with what was left of my Father, I was deemed broken — even if I was the reason the fire started. So, here I am at my new home. They think they can save us with their fancy facility. But what insane person decided it was a good idea to put a bunch of young, unhinged people together?

Exile is a why choose asylum secret society dark romance. It is book 4 in the Dance With My Demons series and cannot be listened to as a standalone.

I died, briefly. Then I came back. Now I’m determined to make the most of every minute I have left. Only problem is I’ve been saddled with supervision. Kane Deveraux is handsome, smug, and cold as a tombstone. So why does he make me feel something more powerful than death?

I’m the sister of the Kane brothers, two overprotective hockey legends destined for the NHL. Which means my love life has always been a total disaster. They’ve blocked every guy who’s ever shown interest, their intimidating presence clearing the room faster than a buzzer at the end of a period. So when three masked men show up and turn my world upside down, I’m not complaining. They awaken something in me I didn’t know I was missing. And the best part? My brothers have no idea and can’t interfere.

It’s a game of survival but the odds are against us. They promised that they would save us, but it turns out they are the real villains—elitist savages, protected by wealth and fueled by greed. We’re only valued when we’re broken. But there’s one thing they are forgetting… To them, we might be the monsters… but they created us. And we’re not going down without a fight.

Camping? Who likes to go camping? “C’mon, it’ll be fun,” he said. So here I am. Stuck in the middle of the Blackwater River State Forest with no cell service or running water, with Ryan, my camp-loving boyfriend. Alone. Or, I thought so, until I caught one of our neighbors watching us. Ryan doesn’t seem concerned about it when the stranger invites us back to their RV. Yes, THEIR RV. AJ, Jared, Cora, and Georgia. They all seem nice… at first. Strange things keep happening. Hopefully we get service soon.

Welcome to the Lilydale Foundation Center… home of deadly secrets. After being framed for murder, I never thought I’d be back inside these walls again. And if I thought I’d be able to make a quiet return, I was dead wrong. My secrets have been spilled but little did I know it would be the catalyst. Monsters are creeping out of the darkness, eager for blood. Now, the biggest question remains—who are the true unhinged? Echoes is a why choose asylum secret society dark romance. It contains adult themes, sensitive topics, and is solely intended for mature audiences over 18.

I’m drowning in grief, anger, and whiskey. Haunted by my father’s murder and what could have been. No matter what I do, my demons never stop pulling me under. Then I meet Quinn Summers, a beautiful ray of sweet sunshine. Her innocence ignites an obsession I can’t control. She’s everything I should stay away from. The last thing I want is to tarnish one of the only good things left in this world. But the more I fight it, the more she becomes my reason to breathe… my reason to live.

When a chance encounter sparks an unlikely bond between rival murderers Sloane and Rowan, the two find something elusive—the friendship of a like-minded, pitch-black soul. From small-town West Virginia to upscale California, from downtown Boston to rural Texas, the two hunters collide in an annual game of blood and suffering, one that pits them against the most dangerous monsters in the country.

There are too many secrets at Rayne-Moore, secrets I once turned a blind eye to because I wanted nothing to do with faculty gossip, nothing to do with the elite. But now that I can no longer stay blind, I'm going to let it, and watch it unravel. For her. Raven Monroe. Because it's too late. I've dived into the ocean for my Siren, fell for her song and I want her more than my next breath.

I’ve always wanted to be stalked. Turns out, I already am. Signing that contract was supposed to give me control, masked strangers, the illusion of danger, and a fantasy I could walk away from. Except the men who answered weren’t strangers at all. They chased me through cemeteries, cornered me in libraries, and left notes on my pillow while I slept. I thought it was a game I controlled. Then the masks came off. They intercepted my contract. Hacked the website and manipulated everything to make me theirs. One of them has been watching me for months before I ever signed anything.

I think I always knew I was going to die young. Like I had this… silent, invisible clock ticking down to my final moments plastered above my head. Maybe that’s why I was so reckless, crazy. Why I sought after adventure. Why nothing scared me… Except, there was always this… feeling I couldn’t shake that something was in the darkest parts of every corner, under every bed, closet, or room, like a ghost watching me. Waiting to take me. My own, personal reaper. But it was always only during a lightning storm that I could see the outline of my reaper. No scythe.