It quickly becomes a want; a longing that consumes me. It's escaped me for so long. Every desperate attempt I’ve made to obtain it has been in vain so far. I can't begin to tell you how excited I was the day I found it. Waiting to be bought; waiting for a new owner. Waiting for me. It's taken me a long time and it's been a hard road, but it's mine; it always has been and now no one can take it away from me. No matter how hard they try. It: It has waited a long time to finally have an owner. Years of mistreatment and neglect had it scared that it would never have a home to call its own. When it was finally packaged for shipment, it was beyond excited. The dark ride and unkind hands were worth it in the end because it was finally going home. But was that home all it hoped it would be?

    When he learns of some young women who vanished after joining a religious cult, he cannot resist the story. He and his team head to the west Texas back country where they meet The Prophet Drake and his followers. On the surface everything at the compound looks like heaven on earth as they are given VIP treatment. Bronson and his crew soon learn, behind the smiles and hospitality lies something more evil than they could have possibly imagined. The team uncovers a trail of human sacrifice, ritual abuse and a whole new definition of human suffering.

    Grieving son. Sole heir to the McCabe empire.They call him “The Iceman”.But they don’t know how deep his feelings run.When Kane orders a bride, it should be like one of his business deals. Simple. Uncomplicated. Easy…Elizabeth “Izzy” Montgomery is nothing like what he expected.Sassy. Intelligent. Opinionated. Exactly what he needs to feel alive again.This could be the love story of the century if they let it.That is, until Kane’s charming yet frivolous younger brother is determined to have Izzy for himself.Can Izzy thaw the Iceman? Or will Aedan’s charm be the final wedge in this marriage?

    I thought he loved me... but now I'm not sure he ever did. I’m nothing but his next victim, a pawn in his messed up play for control. He's a monster with a handsome face and I fell for him. Caleb is my darkness, and his brother Jace is my muted light. Will his darkness ever stop consuming me, so that I can once again see the light? Jace Mica is now a prisoner here alongside me and I'm struggling to see a way out for both of us. I've been forced to endure violence and pain unleashed by Caleb for too many years to see a future without him in it. I just hope somehow we can resist succumbing to the control and mind games before the damage is irreversible. **This book is a standalone** **Trigger Warning** Due to graphic scenes of abuse, this is not suitable for readers under 18 or sensitive to abuse issues.

    The Pig has vanished. Everything Nick loves hangs in the balance unless he can find a way to make things right. But at what cost? And can he really survive the terrors, new and old, that await his return?

     I am the daughter cast in a forbidden and haunted house, captured to earn my release. I am the daughter born from evil with no choice but to fight. I am the daughter of the apocalypse. I am the daughter cloaked in slumber, nightmare and vicious ways. I am the daughter taken to breed with the enemy. I am the daughter in search for the light as I am surrounded in thick darkness. We are the fallen. The daughters who dance between love and lunacy. Come join us in our tales.

    I never wanted to be like my father. I just wanted to be loved by him. Accepted. That’s how this happened, that’s how I became this person. Too many years of listening, too many years craving his approval. His words burned into my mind. And now I crave things the world says I shouldn’t. I open doors that should remain closed. I cross lines meant to be straight and narrow. But they’ll understand, they’ll see just like I did. This is the right way of things. The way it’s meant to be. And whether I have his name or not, at least I’ve finally become the perfect son.

    The four of us, that’s what we do.They say I have no emotions.I wish. I feel everything, maybe more than you.They said I shouldn’t fall in love with a married woman.They’re right about that, too. It wasn’t part of the assignment.But I did. Now they want her.My demons are going to destroy them.There once was a girl who believed in fairytales.They all came true.With contracts and lies and deceit.There is a woman who cries herself to sleep.Who lives a lie behind a beautiful mask.There is a woman who almost gave up.Almost.But then her prince charming came.He is everything she needs.Mysterious, dark, dangerous, who makes her do things, things that would shock you.Everything that she needs.There is a woman who belongs to someone else, who can never leave.There is a woman who is imprisoned by deals and money and power.There is a woman who loves a man she cannot have. There is a man and a woman who will be destroyed. **Intended for adult audiences, 18+, strong language, strong sexual content, MFM, BDSM, ends in a cliffhanger.**

    The kind money can’t repay. He wants something else: me, for one year. But I don’t even know who he is… 365 days and nights doing everything he wants…except that. “I’m not going to sleep with you,” I say categorically. He laughs. “I’m going to make you a promise,” his eyes challenge mine. “Before our time is up, you’ll beg me for it.”

    A sociopath. A murderer.I kill women who are guilty of nothing other than being in the wrong place at the wrong time.Women like Lyra.Her yellow raincoat flapped in the cool breeze when she walked by, that blonde hair making her look like a drowned rat as she stopped to taste the rain.She wasn’t like the others, but my demon wanted her.We followed her. Watched her. Obsessed over her.She is ours. Of that I’m certain.We will pull her into the depths of our darkness and keep her imprisoned there.Until we meet our end.LyraI am ordinary in every way.Average looks. Mundane job. Boring life.But when he looks at me, I become something else entirely.His gaze stalks and tracks me like a game of cat and mouse, his eyes licking fire over my skin every time they glance in my direction.My thoughts are consumed by him every moment he’s out of sight.He is my obsession. I can’t let him go.And once he shows me his true form, I know I’ve captured him forever.He is mine. Of that I’m certain.I will follow him to the depths of darkness and happily submit to his madness.Until we meet our end.

    I'm back in Whitsborough,A boring town where nothing ever happens.Two years of boarding school didn't reform me and now I'm trapped with a loving family.Forced to be a daughter and a big sister,This is my punishment.Being back here leaves me with no other choice but to face my demons.Like the sounds of her screams (I'm like a ticking time bomb),And the warmth of her blood (I'm on the cusp of exploding).Then there's him.He's filled with hatred and a burning need to hear my screams, feel my blood.He's looking for vengeance and only I can give it to him.I got out once and I can do it again,Even if the cost is more than I can pay.

    It's a dark romance that will shatter your heart and leave you with a massive book hangover.JordanThis story isn’t about love, like, lust, or a happily ever after. This story, my story, is about struggle, pain and suffering. Fighting to stay afloat while being pulled under by what feels like the murky and powerful undertow of the ocean. Fighting for strength I so desperately need when all I am feeling is desolate and weak. I’m a girl who exudes hatred when a normal girl of my age and pedigree should be the picture perfect portrait of love. Alcohol consumes me. Drugs numb me. Sex for money feeds the hollow abyss deep within me. How does a soon-to-be twenty-five year old escort turn her life around when the last several years of her life has been spent traveling down a very dark path?The ShadowShe became my obsession, my every thought. She is the reason I wake up in the morning, plotting, scheming, exacting a revenge she so desperately deserves. But will she take my offer once she learns my true identity; sees the darkness within me, or will she hate me for lying to her all of these years, leading her to lose herself to the drugs and alcohol that have kept her ghosts at bay? Will she be my Precious?

     Days 2 – 98: Caroline endures unimaginable horrors. Day 99: Caroline escapes. May God help them all… **Due to the content and subject matter of this story, 99 Days is recommended for mature/18+ readers.

    To save my existence, I must kill.”- The Psychopath“You know why I love to hunt? My mind interprets a human’s final breath as his apology: an apology of existence.”- The Cannibal“Can love and friendship push you to the brink of a murderous crisis? ”- The LoverRaj, an aspiring writer, and a full-time engineering student in Bangalore is given the chance of a lifetime; his best friend Ajay asks him to write the biography of a real-life serial killer based on a set of lost and found leather-bound diaries. A few months later, Raj meets Aaina, an accomplished marketer six years older than him, and falls in love. Things take a bizarre turn when the serial killer strikes again after years; and this time, it is in an engineering college in Bangalore.Welcome to the unruly world of The Psychopath, The Cannibal, The Lover. This story is about people who find joy and purpose not in life, but in death. Nostalgic, dark, gritty, and non-stop, The Psychopath, The Cannibal, The Lover takes you through the mangled life journey of two best friends, two lovers, and two serial killers. What happens when their lives coincide at a point from where is no turning back?

    I was the last person to see her alive…XavierI met Eden in a club. We shared a moment, and then our bodies.We went our separate ways.Now she's missing.And so are her employers.Things weren't as they seemed and now all we can hope: myself, the detectives, and her best friend, is that we can find her before it's too late.If she's found, can I help her; when my own dark past still haunts my waking moments?Can I save her?18+ contains dark themes and explicit content.