But when terrifying dreams haunt her nights and someone unseen begs for help during the day, a terrified Megan questions her sanity. But when Megan realizes the nightmares aren't nightmares at all, and the voice belongs to someone who is long gone, things become even more sinister. And when Megan discovers the old metal container in the basement, her life will never be the same. Can Megan unravel the house's horrific past before she falls victim to the deadly presence? The house hopes not.

    These are real peoples' accounts of the creepy and the occult--of their near-misses with madmen and paranormal entities. Each chapter is a short, stand alone campfire tale, a retelling of a frightening or gruesome incident that has stuck with the teller, something that gives them pause to this day when they find themselves alone in the dark. These stories have been collected with the knowledge that real life is scarier than fiction. Read with caution.

    I had a three-day notice to pay rent or quit. The ad was the answer to my problem. Someone needed a party hostess for 24 hours on a private island. With my catering experience and model looks, I could get the gig. But when I set eyes on the man about to fly me to the island, I realized I might have made a mistake. The tall, older, arrogant stranger didn’t just undress me with his eyes, he used me right there on the pavement. Deviant desires seemed to radiate from him. He pulled a black leather dog collar out of his pocket. “Wait. You have to sign this before we do anything. Read it.” He handed me a contract. The wind swept a bottle down the runway and blew my skirt up. It was hard to read with his dark eyes looking right through my underwear and into my secret places. “This is a mistake. I didn’t know the ad meant —.” “You thought you were going to serve canapes on a tray?” He chuckled. “No, Brittani. You’re the main course.” His eyes worked me over again. “And you’re perfect.” He handed me a pen that probably cost more than my laptop. “Just sign at the bottom of the page. Full disclosure, full consent. That’s the way I do business.” “Can I leave?” “Of course you can leave. If you leave now. But you don’t get paid if you leave. Once we get to the island, you’re ours for 24-hours.” He tapped the contract with his long finger. “When your service is over, I transfer $10,000 to your account and send you home.” “$10,000?” I choked on it. That was more than generous. I scanned the contract again. It had long, dense paragraphs of disclaimers and waivers but not much in the way of details. “I’ll be — okay — when it’s over?” “You’ll be okay.” He smiled. I liked his smile. I needed the money. I signed. He put the collar around my neck and buckled it. If you like dark short erotica, kinky alpha billionaires — and no-entrances-barred hard-and-unprotected group interracial action with a white woman at the center, you'll love Q. Zayne's creamy story about Brittani’s scary-hot visit to The Billionaire’s Club. Click Buy and get the adventure! All characters are 18+ and readers should be, too, due to language and sexual content. If you're over 21, enjoy the dash of interracial BMWW romance sparked amid all the juicy action. :)

    Humorous, touching, creepy, but most of all entertaining, this collection is superb." — Tracy Michelle Anderson *** If you're a fan of Roald Dahl or Gillian Flynn you'll love these unsettling stories with a twist in the tale.  Click now to start reading. ​

    

    

    Liz had lingered behind, savouring the last of the night air. She pushed at the stray blond lock with her fingers, willing it to stay in place. On letting go the hair slid back. She secured it with her ivory comb. She began to run, overcome by a desperate need to see her children. A sense of dread swept over her. An unaccountable ache lay in her belly. The twins were so vulnerable, what if she failed in her duty to protect them? Then she stopped. She stood very still. The ache and the cold were replaced by the warmth of a hug and a kiss on her cheek. She turned to say thank you, but she was alone. The others were already at the house.'Beckman's appeared to be Liz's dream house, the perfect home in which to raise her young family. She had an immediate inexplicable affinity with the property, and it welcomed her with open arms. Why then should just one of its many rooms, the fourth room, make her feel as if she was an intruder? What secret was it hiding? She knew it was connected to the burnt out boat house and that sunken old rowing boat. Something about it was linked to her: its presence haunted her. She knew she needed to unravel the mystery before some dreadful disaster overcame her family. Her daughter's elusive friend Harriet had the answers but would she reveal them? And then there was that horrid Tarot reading. The potent image of the Five of Cups would not leave her. What were the cards trying to tell her and more to the point, would she listen? After all they were just bits of paper.Cover: The Five of Cups from a set of Tarot cards designed by the author.

    This installment is written in first person, sort of a diary format, as one man recounts his frantic, often hilarious and occasionally dangerous odyssey of preparing for the oncoming Zombie Apocalypse.

    Army Rangers are called in to descend into the depths and find them.A larger threat now stirs with an insatiable hunger and begins to spread rapidly—leaving scores dead or missing…But the military seeks to contain, not to kill.Armed with her dying father’s secrets, Liz, Cody, Scott and their team of rogue civilians seek another way down through an abandoned mine—and are possibly the only hope Salt Lake City has against the scourge.Harvest Deep: The Descent resumes the epic journey of a group of friends through survival, revenge, redemption, and betrayal.An intense, fast-paced, and adrenaline-pumping adventure of subterranean horror that will grip you by the throat and not let go.*Harvest Deep: The Descent is part of a series and is not a stand-alone story. For a better reader experience, one should read in order.

    His observations lead him to a conclusion that he cannot believe--and won't believe until it's too late! Along with his colleague, a Coast Guard helicopter pilot, and crazy old man on a rendezvous with death, Murphy sets out to confront the beast that has uprooted the world around him--the massive, once-thought extinct shark known to science as C. Megalodon! Hungry, terrifying and fearless, the Megalodon is here!

    A disused London Underground lift goes way beyond the bottom floor.A psychic boy discovers what terrors are buried in the fallow field.A handshake seals a midnight fate in an old farming dispute.A corpse must be buried by dawn.BLACK GATE TALES: Fourteen short stories of dread, hope, death and wonder.

    Battling blistering heat, starvation, wild animals, and despair, he is not comforted by the company of a rough and ready sort named Morrison. Soon Durham begins to suspect he may never return home—and to top it all off the tea has almost run out. Tales from the Archives are short stories set in the world of the Ministry of Peculiar Occurrences. They explore events mentioned in the novels, characters seen and unseen and may include novel teasers of things to come.

    Humanity seems lost. The Zombies have taken over. But the crew of Sassafras and True North aren't about to just kneel down and take it.