Books

Love never dies—it just waits in the dark.

Sins.
Tragedies.
Betrayal.

Yara Quinn has had enough of all three. The last thing she wanted was a new family—especially one that comes with the Thorntons.

She doesn’t care about the fancy schools.
She doesn’t care about the perfect house.
And she definitely doesn’t care about him.

Xavier Thornton.
The devil in her new home.
The nightmare she can’t...

She was supposed to destroy him, but he destroyed her instead.

VEGA

A shadow.
A nobody.

That’s what I was most of my life.

It was supposed to be my last mission.
The last payment for my debt.

But I never expected him.

Adrian Zylla started as a pawn.
Just another faceless man I was supposed to destroy.

I was an assassin, a professional killer, with...

He was supposed to hate her, but she saved him instead.

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A survivor.
A warrior.
That’s what I’ve become.

After the storm of my last mission, I thought I could reclaim my life.
But the darkness of my past wouldn’t let me go, and neither would Adrian King.

He was once my enemy, a man I was trained to despise.
But in the chaos, our worlds...

There were sicknesses in this world even holy water couldn’t wash away.

In vicious nights, beautiful monsters lay.
Some with faces known, some ready to play.
Unsure of a friend, unsure of a foe,
Be certain of nothing you think you know,

Because what once enters Winworth,

never leaves again.

Skylar Blackwood thought she knew what monsters looked...

Violent dreams, and shattered souls
Beautiful demons without remorse

A cold heart and a vicious touch
Who is a monster, and who is not?

Lies.
Secrets.
Tragedies.

Skylar thought she had seen it all—monsters with pretty faces, friends with terrible secrets and lives filled with beautiful lies.
But she was wrong.

In Winworth, nothing was as it seemed....

The darkness came again, a relentless foe,
And monsters now play, where the shadows grow.
What once was pretty, now twisted and insane,

Because what once enters Winworth,
never leaves again.

Sins.
Lies.
Tragedies.

The flames should have devoured it all—the sinners, the deceivers, the malevolent souls—but they didn’t.
Skylar Blackwood believed she had...

“They should all be afraid of me now”

An assassin.
A psychopath.
A complete mess.

I’ve been called all of those and worse.
Somebody once told me that one bad chapter doesn’t mean your story is over.
Mine was just starting.
Painting me as the villain of the story and destroying everything I held dear was an easy task for them.
It was easy for him.
But...

My name is Ophelia Ekaterina Aster.

Baba Yaga.
Daughter of a Dragon.
A monster.

I never minded the whispers or the screams, because I knew who I was and what I’ve done.
I never minded, until I did.

I sold my soul to the devil and painted the pages of my story with the blood of those who betrayed me. I became the darkness they threw me into, and I...

They call me Baba Yaga, but they don’t know who I really am.
They call me a psychopath, but they don’t know the pain I’ve felt.
They told me I was evil, that I should burn in hell.
Silly people, they didn’t know. Hell was my home, my favorite place.
And now it is too late for my enemies to hide.

My name is Ophelia Aster, and I am not running away.
Not...

I was a scapegoat. The one person everyone blamed for all the bad things in their life.

A villain.
An assassin.
Baba Yaga.

The girl that killed without remorse.

The monster they warned their kids about.

But I fought my way out of the darkness they threw me into. I destroyed those that killed pieces of my soul, finding my way to the one man that...

Velvet City promised a fresh start, a place to finally settle down and call home. And for a while, it seemed like that’s exactly what it was.

Until everything changed.

I shouldn’t have gone to that floor during my shift.
I shouldn’t have seen what I saw.
And most of all—I should have run away as fast as possible.

But I was too reckless, too sure...

An accidental kidnapping.
A woman who talks too much.
A man with a wicked touch.

For Alessia Devine, today was supposed to be just another day working in the luxury hotel she called home—stressful, chaotic and full to the brim with guests who wouldn’t know common sense or common courtesy if it bit them on the behinds she was supposed to kiss.

What...

Memories and broken promises

They said that some people never get to meet their soulmates.
I met mine when I was five.

Noah Kincaid was my best friend, my person, a shoulder to cry on—until he wasn’t.
Until he shattered my heart into a million tiny pieces with just a few words.

But now he’s back, saying all the right words, doing all the right...