They were all part of the mafia… an old word for an old world. Operating under the radar, they had their own set of rules and they were absolute. But there was one man who thought he could use the family as pawns in his sadistic game of chess. That man was Sal Bennito. Luci, the only Italian at a boarding school for privileged white girls, was his dirty little secret, his meal ticket, and he planned to punch his card as long as he could.
Bending down, he kissed her full on the mouth in the presence of everyone. She never would have expected such a greeting from Sal Bennito, a man who had risen through the ranks of the underworld. He was monitoring the club that night, as word had gotten around that she was going to be there. She could work the pole like nobody’s business, and Sal had paid a pretty penny for her. She wasn’t aware that she was under constant surveillance by Sal, nor did she know that she was under the watchful eyes of many others. They were all part of the mafia… an old word for an old world. But they preferred the word family. It was cozier, less threatening, and if it was a family, Sal Bennito was everybody’s daddy, whether they knew it or not.
She was young, barely of age, and Sal insisted that she live near the club. He arranged for a local boarding school to let her live in one of the dorms and attend classes with the other girls. Arranged meant that he had paid the headmistress to make an exception just for her. Sal paid a lot for what he wanted, if he wanted it bad enough.
The Stratford School was one of a new breed of preppy boarding schools that seemed to have sprouted up overnight in the Northeast region of the U.S. It was a school for girls who had just graduated from high school and were scheduled to attend an elite university, most likely in the Ivy League, following a year or two spent at the boarding school. Anyone with half a brain could figure out that there was really no need for the new schools, but someone’s pockets were being lined with big bills. Rumor was the schools were run by the mafia, but no one said as much. No one dared.
The Stratford School was a school where girls like Luciana were not exactly welcomed with open arms. Dirty Italians were what girls like Luciana were called, so Sal told the school that her name was LeAnn… LeAnn Wentworth. But to the family, LeAnn Wentworth was Luciana Giordano, and when she danced at the club and worked the pole, she was simply Luci.
Watching Luci on the pole was a turn on to the stodgiest of patrons, and as soon as Luci turned eighteen, she did more than dance for the men. But not for nothing. Time spent with Luci came at a price… a hefty price. She was Sal’s meal ticket, and he planned to punch his card as long as he could.
When Janie is sent to live among the Sioux, she is met by a proud native, as well as his sarcastic remarks and smirky grin. She wants to hate him, but she needs him to survive on the reservation, where life is filled with hardship. Beneath the hard exterior and demeaning words of the proud man lies a warrior with a heart of gold, but he will never allow the privileged young white woman to know the truth about him, or let down his guard in her presence, no matter how much she needs or wants him. He has other intentions.
“You want me to leave, don’t you? You have done nothing but give me a hard time since I got here, with your paleface comments, your smirky grins, your blame, and your backward thinking that I can’t do anything. You are a male chauvinist pig!” Janie could see him clench and unclench his fists and she knew she had gotten to him.
He turned around, pulled her to him, and locked his legs around hers. He placed his strong hands on her face and bent her head back. “You have no idea what I am thinking.”
She stared at him, her face smooshed between his warm brown hands. He towered over her and she felt as if she were shrinking by the second. The blue eyes that stared up at him were kind with their sparkle and their naïve brilliance, and he wished he could build a protective shield around her and keep her for his own.
“What… what is it now, Janie?”
“My face is squished.”
He wrapped her long brown hair around one hand and gently kissed her parted lips. He had not meant for it to happen, but it had, and he didn’t want to stop. He kissed her with passion, and in a way that was new to young Janie. He couldn’t get enough of the woman whose skin was as white as snow. When he felt the slender arms on his back, he held her closer. When he finally found the strength to pry his lips from hers, he held her to his chest and kissed her neck.
Janie turned her head to breathe, and thought about how she had watched him sleeping earlier that day when she stopped at the door to his room. He had worn absolutely nothing, with no blanket covering any part of him. He was perfect… all of him. His chest was broad, his stomach like a washboard, his legs as thick as tree trunks, and what lay between them was meant to be hers and no one else’s. She had tiptoed quietly by, wishing she were not a virgin.
"My name was Salmon, like the fish; first name, Susie. I was fourteen when I was murdered on December 6, 1973."
So begins the story of Susie Salmon, who is adjusting to her new home in heaven, a place that is not at all what she expected, even as she is watching life on earth continue without her -- her friends trading rumors about her disappearance, her killer trying to cover his tracks, her grief-stricken family unraveling. Out of unspeakable tragedy and loss, THE LOVELY BONES succeeds, miraculously, in building a tale filled with hope, humor, suspense, even joy.
He pulled her down onto the bed and spread her legs across his body with his meaty thighs. He smoothed his hand between her legs and felt the heat that emanated from her. Maddy moaned, and he stripped the bikini panties from her beautiful body and brought her to him to feed his primal hunger.
He looked into her eyes and a slight smile spread across his face. He gently stroked her cheeks as he kissed her parted lips. He pulled her close to him and lay down beside her, holding her and comforting her, as he thought she needed him to do.
Maddy couldn’t sleep, and as she held tightly to her mate, she thought about Mrs. Wolf. She was underhanded and manipulative, and she played the game well. But why wouldn’t she? It was her game.
As the future prima, or head witch of her clan, Angela McAllister is expected to bond with her consort, her soul mate, during her twenty-first year, thus ensuring that she will come into her full powers at the appointed time. The clock is ticking down, and her consort has yet to make an appearance. Instead, her dreams are haunted by a man she’s never seen, the one she believes must be her intended match.
But with time running out, and dark forces attempting to seize her powers for their own, Angela is faced with a terrible choice: give up her dreams of the man she may never meet and take the safer path, or risk leaving her clan and everyone in it at the mercy of those who seek their ruin.
Kidnapped by a rival witch clan, Angela McAllister envisions a dark future for herself until she discovers her captor’s brother is the unknown man who has haunted her dreams since she was a child.
Forced to re-evaluate everything she’s ever known about the Wilcox witches, Angela begins to explore the powerful connection that binds her to Connor Wilcox, despite the generations of hostility between their families and the disapproval of those closest to her. And when a dark, malignant force arises, Angela knows she must draw on her growing powers as prima to protect enemies and allies alike...even if her choice threatens to tear her new and fragile love apart.
One hundred and fifty years ago, a terrible curse descended on the Wilcox clan, dooming generations of women to an early death should they bear a child to the bloodline of Jeremiah Wilcox. Now Angela McAllister is carrying Connor Wilcox’s child, and if she can’t find a way to break the curse, that same doom will fall upon her.
The solution to her dilemma lies somewhere in the past—her own, and that of the woman who cast the curse so many years before. Angela’s quest to find the answers she needs will transform the lives of everyone she knows, Wilcox and McAllister alike, and will forever change everything she has ever believed about herself.
The Witches of Cleopatra Hill is a paranormal romance series set in the ghost town of Jerome, Arizona.
More than Mated… More than Human
The sexy shifter that belongs to the dark forest waits, naked, for his lover. When they meet, nearby shrubs provide camouflage for their wild coupling. Heavy breathing is like an aphrodisiac to the shifter, husky moans breaking the eerie silence around them. But someone waits and watches, with an evil plan. He wants the shifter’s lover to bear his demon seed.
More than Human… This Child of Mine
A child is making its way into the world, a child born from both good and evil, and as the mother writhes in pain, she fears the child inside her is the result of a night she strayed to the home of another man. If the stranger is the man who planted his seed inside of her, she will give birth to a demented creature who will destroy them all. That is the child’s destiny.
She pulled young Ryder from her bosom and swore she heard him giggle like a demented doll. It was the same sound that had haunted her mind since her sexual encounter deep within the woods. She felt her body go numb when the split, black tongue slithered out from between her child’s tiny lips, and his beautiful blue eyes turned an evil color of black. The screams of disgust were for the knowledge of the child’s true paternity, and the outpouring of tears and sorrow was Randi wishing she had died during the child’s birth.
“Randi, what’s the matter? Are you alright?”
“It’s our son. Look at his eyes and his mouth. This child is evil just like his...” she abruptly stopped mid sentence.
Ryder’s little legs sprinted to the far trees, his long hair flying in the wind. “Throw it, Papa! Throw the ball!” he shouted, with his hands waving high.
The ball flew over his head and deeper into the woods. “I’ll get the ball, Papa, and some berries too,” Ryder laughed.
“Be careful, son, and hurry back, do you understand?” Robin said. He didn’t hear his son reply and assumed he was too far away.
He sat down next to his wife on the ground with a sense of sadness in his heart. Randi had become more despondent as the weeks passed. Her skin was pale, and her eyes were sunken deep from the vivid nightmares that kept her awake at night. She hadn’t spoken a word to anyone since the day she tried to smother her own child.
Robin opened the wicker basket and laid out a clean blanket in front of them. The last thing he pulled from the basket was a giant, shiny red apple that the maid had put in as a snack for young Ryder.
It was the appearance of the delicious fruit that sent Randi into a demented state. She began to wail, pounding her fists against her husband’s chest. She was shaking her head, trying to scream, but no sound would escape.
Ryder found the ball hidden in a large flower bed of daisies growing around an oddly shaped willow tree. It was grey in color and bent forward from age. The little boy laughed at the thought of the tree looking like a hunched old man carrying a heavy bushel of flowers on his back.
“I suppose it does look rather funny,” the silver fox laughed.
“Who’s there?” Ryder asked, with the curiosity of a child.
“Hello, young Ryder,” he replied.
“How do you know my name?” the boy asked, and picked up his ball.
“I have come to tell you of your future and the important task which has been born unto you.”
The #1 NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER!
Set in a small-town North Carolina amusement park in 1973, Joyland tells the story of the summer in which college student Devin Jones comes to work as a carny and confronts the legacy of a vicious murder, the fate of a dying child, and the ways both will change his life forever.
"I love crime, I love mysteries, and I love ghosts. That combo made Hard Case Crime the perfect venue for this book, which is one of my favorites. I also loved the paperbacks I grew up with as a kid, and for that reason, we’re going to hold off on e-publishing this one for the time being. Joyland will be coming out in paperback, and folks who want to read it will have to buy the actual book." –Stephen King
They said he was a bad seed after killing his own brother, but they didn’t know the truth.
The heroine is gritty, the hero is savage and sexy. Treat yourself to this provocative, sexy novel.
An insanely gorgeous wolf PLUS a hunted gal on the run from her MASTER.
Lost in the woods and in danger of being captured by her former master, Victoria encounters a strange, attractive man. When she learns he’s the owner of an estate hidden far from any village or town, she begs to work for him in exchange for protection. He reluctantly agrees, not wanting his secret to be known. Before long, Victoria discovers more about him, something very primal and primitive. She can’t resist him, though she has no idea what he really is.
Leon entered a dungeon where a pair of metal shackles were fastened to a brick wall. There was no window, lest the townspeople hear his wild cries. There was only a piece of brown cloth lying on the ground to tear at while he was in his werewolf form.
Leon staggered into the dungeon and backed up against the wall with his hands up. Donovan nervously placed the shackles around Leon's wrists and snapped them shut. Leon was completely shackled to the wall with no hope of being released.
"Do you need anything while you're here, sir?" Donovan asked, raising an eyebrow at him.
Leon awoke the next morning with a groan and began to pull at his shackles. Where was Donovan… the blasted boy?
"Donovan, where are you?"
A few minutes passed, and then he watched as Donovan opened the door.
"Donovan?" Leon cocked his head.
"S… sir." Walking forward, Donovan pulled out the key and unshackled his wrists. "Are you okay?"
A moment went by as Leon scrutinized Donovan. "You looked, didn't you, Donovan? You saw." Leon shook his head. "I warned you not to."
"You can leave," Leon said. "I absolve you of your servant duties. I certainly don't want a servant who cannot obey orders. I could have devoured you."
"But what will you do? And what if you escape this house in your werewolf form?"
In Anne Rice’s surprising and compelling best-selling novel, the first of her strange and mythic imagining of the world of wolfen powers (“I devoured these pages . . . As solid and engaging as anything she has written since her early Vampire Chronicles fiction”—Alan Cheuse, The Boston Globe; “A delectable cocktail of old-fashioned lost-race adventure, shape-shifting, and suspense”—Elizabeth Hand, The Washington Post), readers were spellbound as Rice conjured up a daring new world set against the wild and beckoning California coast.
Now in her new novel, as lush and romantic in detail and atmosphere as it is sleek and steely in storytelling, Anne Rice takes us once again to the rugged coastline of Northern California, to the grand mansion at Nideck Point, and further explores the unearthly education of her transformed Man Wolf.
The novel opens on a cold, gray landscape. It is the beginning of December. Oak fires are burning in the stately flickering hearths of Nideck Point. It is Yuletide.
For Reuben Golding, now infused with the Wolf Gift and under the loving tutelage of the Morphenkinder, this promises to be a Christmas like no other . . .
The Yuletide season, sacred to much of the human race, has been equally sacred to the Man Wolves, and Reuben soon becomes aware that they, too, steeped in their own profound rituals, will celebrate the ancient Midwinter festival deep within the verdant richness of Nideck forest.
From out of the shadows of Nideck comes a ghost—tormented, imploring, unable to speak yet able to embrace and desire with desperate affection . . . As Reuben finds himself caught up with—and drawn to—the passions and yearnings of this spectral presence, and as the swirl of preparations reaches a fever pitch for the Nideck town Christmas festival of music and pageantry, astonishing secrets are revealed; secrets that tell of a strange netherworld, of spirits other than the Morphenkinder, centuries old, who inhabit the dense stretches of redwood and oak that surround the magnificent house at Nideck Point, “ageless ones” who possess their own fantastical ancient histories and who taunt with their dark magical powers . . .
Wilson stroked her long blonde hair, running the silky strands through his fingers. Vicki slowly looked up, and he lowered his lips to hers. It was the first time a man had wanted her in a long time, and it felt good, too good, and Vicki kissed him as she would a lover, pressing her body to him and standing on tiptoe to give him more. She wanted to feel him deep inside her.
Wilson pulled back and looked into her eyes, questioning her. “What do you want from me, Vicki?”
“I want you,” she whispered.
“I can make no promises, given…”
“I don’t need promises,” she said.
She felt his strong arms wrap around her. His skin was smooth and warm and Vicki didn’t want to let go.
The man with skin as dark as night could do with her whatever he pleased. He lay over her, smothering her small body with his large frame. She felt safe and protected. He kissed her and she reached for him, urging him to fill her completely. He watched her, this beautiful woman beneath him, who wanted him more than any woman had wanted him. Her slender arms around him made him feel like a man… a feeling he thought he had been robbed of forever.
The long-awaited first novel from the author of Tenth of December: a moving and original father-son story featuring none other than Abraham Lincoln, as well as an unforgettable cast of supporting characters, living and dead, historical and invented
Named One of the Ten Best Books of the Year by The Washington Post, USA Today, and Maureen Corrigan, NPR • One of Time’s Ten Best Novels of the Year • A New York Times Notable Book
February 1862. The Civil War is less than one year old. The fighting has begun in earnest, and the nation has begun to realize it is in for a long, bloody struggle. Meanwhile, President Lincoln’s beloved eleven-year-old son, Willie, lies upstairs in the White House, gravely ill. In a matter of days, despite predictions of a recovery, Willie dies and is laid to rest in a Georgetown cemetery. “My poor boy, he was too good for this earth,” the president says at the time. “God has called him home.” Newspapers report that a grief-stricken Lincoln returns, alone, to the crypt several times to hold his boy’s body.
From that seed of historical truth, George Saunders spins an unforgettable story of familial love and loss that breaks free of its realistic, historical framework into a supernatural realm both hilarious and terrifying. Willie Lincoln finds himself in a strange purgatory where ghosts mingle, gripe, commiserate, quarrel, and enact bizarre acts of penance. Within this transitional state—called, in the Tibetan tradition, the bardo—a monumental struggle erupts over young Willie’s soul.
Lincoln in the Bardo is an astonishing feat of imagination and a bold step forward from one of the most important and influential writers of his generation. Formally daring, generous in spirit, deeply concerned with matters of the heart, it is a testament to fiction’s ability to speak honestly and powerfully to the things that really matter to us. Saunders has invented a thrilling new form that deploys a kaleidoscopic, theatrical panorama of voices to ask a timeless, profound question: How do we live and love when we know that everything we love must end?
“A luminous feat of generosity and humanism.”—Colson Whitehead, The New York Times Book Review
“A masterpiece.”—Zadie Smith
Delilah is beautiful, a temptress… but a killer?
Nothing, oh nothing, could be any sillier.
The men in her life unexpectedly die.
She never has time to tell them bye-bye.
The murders are gruesome, the details so gory.
Only the killer would know the whole story.
She's a minister's daughter, or at least that's the rumor.
Could be a setup by someone who knew her.
Delilah is a captivating, daring, and frightening novel… a dark, glittering gem. This could happen in real life. The twist in the plot is a real killer, if you know what I mean! – Kirk's Reviews
A brilliant read with huge suspense! Frightening and fantastic! A truly unexpected ending! 5 stars, Goodreads reviewer
Never saw that coming! I thought I knew who the killer was, but I was wrong… dead wrong! Goodreads reviewer
He had a strange, obsessive attraction to Delilah, so much so that he couldn't bear the thought of her being with anyone else. But the authorities needed more… much more. Delilah was the one with the alter egos, not the men in her life. She was certifiably crazy.
The detective assigned to the case was well aware that he could be the next victim of Delilah, or was it someone else they had missed that was the killer? These were certainly not the usual crimes of passion he was assigned to. This case was disturbing, with each subsequent murder more gruesome than the one before. But the detective couldn't resist the case, and the murderer was well aware of his fascination.
As a science journalist with a regular column in Scientific American, Jeremy Marsh specializes in debunking the supernatural-until he falls in love with the granddaughter of the town psychic.
When Jeremy receives a letter from Boone Creek, North Carolina, about ghostly lights appearing in a cemetery, he can't resist driving down to investigate. Here, in this tightly knit community, Lexie Darnell runs the town's library. Disappointed by past relationships, she is sure of one thing: her future is in Boone Creek, close to all the people she loves. From the moment Jeremy sets eyes on Lexie, he is intrigued. And Lexie, while hesitating to trust this outsider, finds herself thinking of him more than she cares to admit. Now, if they are to be together, Jeremy must do something he's never done before-take a giant leap of faith.
From #1 New York Times bestselling author Nicholas Sparks comes a love story about taking chances and following your heart. True Believer will make you believe in the miracle of love.
The two newly minted lovers did not awaken until the sun’s rays made their way through the thin curtains of the east window. Leah woke first, alarmed that she had spent the night in the arms of a stranger.
Cam kissed her a long lingering kiss, but he knew that soon she would be leaving for Houston to begin her new life. As she dressed, he watched her every movement.
When she stepped into the hallway, she was immediately confronted by him. He was dressed in nice pants and a crisp white shirt, and was holding a tie in his hand. Leah swore her heart stopped at that moment. She stared at the tie in Camden’s hand and watched as he swung it back and forth.
“Did you find what you were looking for?”
“What are you talking about?”
Camden turned to her, smiling at the look of fear on her young face, as he stood with his hands on his hips, confronting her.
“Are you afraid of me, Leah?” he asked.
“No. I wanted you,” she whispered.
He leaned down and touched her face. “That’s sweet, honey, but who did you really want to be with tonight?”
“You… I wanted you.” She took a deep breath and wondered what happened to the nice man she had met earlier. He now seemed different, unbalanced, and she needed to get away from him.
Brodie McFadden is supposed to be on vacation, getting some sunshine and deciding if he wants to join his brothers in the Krewe of Hunters, a special paranormal investigation unit of the FBI. But a diving excursion with an old navy buddy to a historic shipwreck uncovers a crime scene—and the corpse is new.
Museum curator Dakota “Kody” McCoy just wants her Key West culture festival to succeed. She’s always had a deep connection to her home, including being regularly haunted by some of the resident ghosts. Then, in the middle of a performance, a beloved local musician drops dead. It seems accidental, but Kody isn’t so sure.
Brodie thinks the recent deaths are linked, and he needs help from Kody. Something about her festival is dangerous. And the threat is creeping ever closer. Has she uncovered a treasure from the past that someone will kill for?
He was a good, quiet neighbor, and it was late fall when Wray noticed him sitting beside his pool. She was spying, but that was nothing new. She settled down along the fence and hedge line in a little fort she had created by burrowing deep into the brambly branches.
She strained her eyes, and what she saw freaked her out and changed her life… forever.
At first she thought that Ty was getting busy with one of his girls of the night. She squinted for a better look, thinking that Ty had been spying on Trey and her as they swam naked in her pool. It took a second or two for her to figure out that Ty’s head was at the guy’s throat, and that they were fully clothed.
Stepping forward, she squinted just as Ty looked up, his teeth dripping and his face smeared with something. His eyes locked into Wray’s as she looked down at the neck of the man lying on the deck. The neck was ripped open, streamers of muscle and tendon splayed out like party decorations.
That’s how she discovered that Ty was not only a skank, but a vampire as well. She didn’t remember the scream she let out because she passed out right there in her little hiding place.
When she came to, she was face to face with her neighbor looking as pale as she had ever seen him. Ty paced back and forth on the opposite side of the room.
She heard her own scream as she caught a glance of Ty in the corner. He was just standing there looking as hot as ever, but with a concerned look on his face. It was a new emotion that made him look sinister.
“Calm down, Wray, calm down…,” her neighbor soothed, thoughtfully moving a glass of water toward her.
Wray flinched. She was desperately trying to make herself as small as possible against Ty and whatever kind of monster he was.
“He’s sick, he’s deranged, he’s bad, and he needs to be sent away!” Wray screamed, while pushing herself away from the edge of the sofa.
From the Trade Paperback edition.
A man dressed all in black arrived on the old steam locomotive in the town of Windy Glen. Curious, Bella snuck down to the rundown station to get a firsthand look at the mysterious man that struck fear in the hearts of the townspeople. She questioned his motives and taunted him, causing the quick tempered man to become angry, but he kept his anger in check and his eye on the prize. Luring Bella inside, he promises her a train ride she will never forget.
Dakta had lived there for a while now and he owed the man he knew as Miles. Abandoned, he had been alone when the older man took him in and gave him a place to live. Miles had asked only one thing of him. Dakta would ride the old train into Windy Glen. As he sat in silence, he thought about the list he had brought with him. Bella was not one of the names on the list and he somewhat feared the result of his impulsivity. Miles was looking for someone in Windy Glen, though he would never admit it, and Dakta had not the slightest hint of who that person might be, though he had his suspicions.
Bella came across a news clipping about the death of Miles’ wife. Not only had she been killed by an oncoming train, but the train was being driven by Miles. Oh, my God! The mystery surrounding the woman’s death was never solved and after several years it was ruled accidental. It was believed that Miles had not returned to Windy Glen after that. Bella knew the truth. Miles drove the train into Windy Glen, with Dakta doing his dirty work.
She heard a noise coming from outside the door so she hid in a corner of the room. She couldn’t hide her allergy to dust, however. She sneezed into her shirt, hoping not to be heard. After a while, the voices ceased and Bella resumed her sleuthing. She had to know about Dakta. Miles had hurt him and then he had taken out his rage for Miles on her. She picked up an old book and an envelope fell to the floor. Bella skimmed it quickly, reading the remorseful words of the man’s wife. Bella was deeply engrossed in her reading when she noticed the shadow of a man standing over her. She looked up to see Dakta standing behind her with his arms crossed and a stern look on his face.
“Bella, get up.”
Bella stood slowly, turning slightly toward him. Forcing the papers from Bella’s hand and watching as they leisurely floated to the floor, he grabbed her wrists and held them as tightly as he could. Standing over her, Bella could smell the liquor on Dakta’s breath and the manly scent that emanated from his body.
“How did you get in here?”
“I was looking at the photograph of Miles and the door opened.” Tears began to well up in her eyes and she tried to fight them.
“Looks to me like you hit the jackpot.”
“Why did you stay with him, Dakta?”
You can take the boy out of the darkness.
But you can’t take the darkness out of the boy.
All Susannah Simon wants is to make a good impression at her first job since graduating from college (and since becoming engaged to Dr. Jesse de Silva).
But when she’s hired as a guidance counselor at her alma mater, she stumbles across a decade-old murder, and soon ancient history isn’t all that’s coming back to haunt her. Old ghosts as well as new ones are coming out of the woodwork, some to test her, some to vex her, and it isn’t only because she’s a mediator, gifted with second sight.
From a sophomore haunted by the murderous specter of a child, to ghosts of a very different kind—including Paul Slater, Suze’s ex, who shows up to make a bargain Suze is certain must have come from the Devil himself—Suze isn’t sure she’ll make it through the semester, let alone to her wedding night.
Suze is used to striking first and asking questions later. But what happens when ghosts from her past—including one she found nearly impossible to resist—strike first?
What happens when old ghosts come back to haunt you?
If you’re a mediator, you might have to kick a little ass.
Mitchell buttoned his shirt and made his way to the center railing overlooking the downstairs entry and staircase. “Remington, is that you?” He could see what looked like a crowd gathered near the front entry, casually dropping suitcases and bags. Remington switched on the lighting to the entry hall. The massive painting of the mansion’s stern matriarch, Remington’s mother, dominated the entry. With a slight smile, she stared harshly at the wet and confused group, and gave off an air of superiority and virtue.
“Mitchell, I have some people I’d like you to meet,” Remington shouted back.
“Did you pick up a traveling circus?” Mitchell asked sarcastically. The man Remington had hired to oversee his massive estate would never fail to be blindsided by the unexpected visitors Remington could bring home. “Remington, a word please. What is all of this?” he asked, as he pulled Remington aside. “These people are not stray cats you found on the highway and need to save.”
“Oh, but this could be fun,” Remington remarked, with the exuberance of a young child.
Mitchell headed for the grand staircase. He could see two figures in shadow, and he recognized Remington’s familiar silhouette. Who was that with him? He watched as Remington leaned in and cupped a face in shadow. And who have we here? Someone to take into my bedroom… my bed? It is my house, is it not?
Mitchell turned around and headed back to the kitchen where he carefully loaded a tray with sandwiches and pastries. “Who’s the lucky woman getting room service tonight?” he asked, under his breath.
He heard the crashing of a plate and turned around.
“I’m sorry, Mitchell. It slipped.”
“Not to worry. Just another ninety-dollar china plate. It was an original design made specially for this house. But again, not to worry. After this storm is over, I’m sure we will have much more to replace than a china plate,” Mitchell said, sarcasm dripping from every word. The devious man who, oddly, reminded Remington of his own mother, had plans for the grand mansion, and they did not include Remington.
When the familiar and seemingly safe turns lethal, therein danger lies. Amid a forest where the shades of the dead linger all around, every homesteader knows to follow the Simple Rules: “Don’t kindle flame, don’t shed the blood of another, don't run at night. These things draw shades.” Silence Montane has broken all three rules on more than one occasion. And to protect her family from a murderous gang with high bounties on their heads, Silence will break every rule again, at the risk of becoming a shade herself.
"You're being overdramatic," Trevor said, "You didn't want to get married on the farm. You hated it there. Plus, you had to get away, remember?"
Jenna was filled with anger and hurt pride. It wasn't fair that he didn't want to marry her. She loved him, but she also blamed him for the predicament she was in. He owed her!
She had been so sure at the beginning that Trevor was the one for her. But he was different then. He wasn't the egotistical, money-hungry man that he was today. After graduating from the University of Texas, he had job offers with more money than he had ever dreamed of, and his love affair with wealth and status had begun. Jenna had begged him not to leave Texas, and in an attempt to keep him, she had done something stupid. But she wasn’t a murderer!!
"I know you don't know me, honey. And that's what worries me. I want you to know me. What's more…"
"I'm not feeling well, Mr. Powers. So what's on your mind?"
"What's on my mind is that I want to get acquainted with a certain little beauty queen from Texas. I've heard it said that you've never truly seen a beautiful woman until you've seen a Texas beauty. I need to see for myself if that's true."
"That's quite a line, Mr. Powers. But I don't care for lines, or lies for that matter. And as I said, I'm not feeling well."
"You don't care for lies? Are you sure about that? How about you and me taking a little drive?"
"No, thank you." He was baiting her and she was not going to fall for it. Something about the man from Texas bothered her.
Li Lan, the daughter of a respectable Chinese family in colonial Malaysia, hopes for a favorable marriage, but her father has lost his fortune, and she has few suitors. Instead, the wealthy Lim family urges her to become a “ghost bride” for their son, who has recently died under mysterious circumstances. Rarely practiced, a traditional ghost marriage is used to placate a restless spirit. Such a union would guarantee Li Lan a home for the rest of her days, but at what price?
Night after night, Li Lan is drawn into the shadowy parallel world of the Chinese afterlife, where she must uncover the Lim family’s darkest secrets—and the truth about her own family.
Reminiscent of Lisa See’s Peony in Love and Amy Tan’s The Bonesetter’s Daughter, The Ghost Bride is a wondrous coming-of-age story and from a remarkable new voice in fiction.
Now the man who lay there like a god was her husband.
His father was ruthless, and she feared her husband would be just like him.
But she had no idea what awaited her inside his wagon.
“A word of wisdom for you, Luca,” she said. “In marriage, patience will be your best friend. Patience grows love and understanding. Quick pleasure leaves anger and resentment.”
It took Luca a moment to understand what she meant. She spoke of their wedding night, of their time in bed together. He frowned at her, uncertain of what to say. Virgins were new territory to him. The only carnal pleasure he had received in the past was from the well worn bodies of prostitutes.
“I understand,” he said.
“Good,” Jaelle said.
In another part of the world, Annie sat in her room and stared at herself in the mirror. She could still hear her father’s words from when she was a child. He had called her an unwanted child because she had been orphaned and left on their doorstep. She was not quite noble, yet not lower-class, but nonetheless the daughter of a nobleman simply because of the man who had adopted her. If she had been left on the doorstep of a pauper, she would have been shipped off to the circus or hung.
Soon… she would be the wife of man she had never met!
Now, with the publication of the complete series in one convenient eBook bundle, there has never been a better time to devour the entirety of The Vampire Chronicles. Gathered here are the ten books that comprise the original saga:
INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE
THE VAMPIRE LESTAT
QUEEN OF THE DAMNED
THE TALE OF THE BODY THIEF
MEMNOCH THE DEVIL
THE VAMPIRE ARMAND
BLOOD AND GOLD
. . . as well as the two books of the New Tales of the Vampires:
VITTORIO, THE VAMPIRE
Praise for the novels of Anne Rice
“Brilliant . . . [Rice’s] undead characters are utterly alive.”—The New York Times Book Review
“If you surrender and go with her . . . you have surrendered to enchantment, as in a voluptuous dream.”—The Boston Globe
“Frightening, sensual . . . Anne Rice will live on through the ages of literature. . . . To read her is to become giddy as if spinning through the mind of time, to become lightheaded as if our blood is slowly being drained away.”—San Francisco Chronicle
“Unrelentingly erotic . . . sometimes beautiful, and always unforgettable.”—The Washington Post
“Rice has created universes within universes, traveling back in time as far as ancient, pre-pyramidic Egypt and journeying from the frozen mountain peaks of Nepal to the crowded, sweating streets of southern Florida.”—Los Angeles Times
“Fiercely ambitious, nothing less than a complete unnatural history of vampires.”—The Village Voice
Demitri emerged from a brine of large bubbles as he took mortal form. He looked at the humongous black and grey clouds in the sky, all coming from Gorgie Manor, and smiled. He was responsible for all of it… one of his better accomplishments. But he noticed that Romanus wasn't happy.
Fingers ran through Romanus' hair. Demitri loved to care for angels who were sad. It aroused him. He brought the darkness, and he could take it away.
Romanus shook his head. "I didn't want this," he said, pointing at the smoke.
"I had to make sure he was gone for good," Demitri said.
Romanus felt the lime green tears in his eyes well up, and he wiped them away. "How can you say that?"
"The mortal who lived in that house was trying to take something from me, and I couldn't let that happen. He was a threat," Demitri said.
"You fell in love with a mortal, didn't you?"
Demitri refused to answer.
"When did it happen? Did it involve the couple in the cabin?"
Demitri was disappointed in himself. He didn't want anyone to know.
The crime scene is horrific: the corpse of a young actress, drained of blood and cut in two. LAPD Detective Sophie Manning’s new case is high-profile and difficult—there’s no evidence to work with. And it’s a disturbing echo of the infamous Black Dahlia killing. Sophie is burning the candle at both ends, desperate to catch the murderer before he strikes again, when she starts to experience inexplicable visits…from ghosts.
Bruce McFadden has a particular talent that can help Sophie—he can speak with the dead. As a consultant for the FBI’s paranormal team, the Krewe of Hunters, he’s been tasked with Sophie’s case and they’re forced to partner up. But Sophie doesn’t want his help, and she doesn’t want to share his peculiar skill. And she certainly isn’t ready for love, despite Bruce’s attentions.
As the killer taunts the police, Sophie and Bruce will discover that the threat is closer to home than they’d ever realized. Working side by side is the only way they’ll stop this deadly sequel.
He was a naïve boy who learned to kill. As a member of the Special Forces, infiltrating behind enemy lines was one of his specialties. Falling in love with a spy was not in the plan, but he knew he had to have her. Their love gave rise to a son more dangerous than his father, killing for fun under the guise of a soldier protecting his country. They were ruthless, greedy, wealthy and powerful, and oblivious to the truth of their own identity.
He began planning his covert activities cross referencing names and addresses with people he knew from the States. One name stood out, so he called her and introduced himself. They met at a bar and things went from there. She was gorgeous and sexy, and the naïve boy who was now a man couldn’t resist her. But was she one of them… the enemy, or was she a spy, as he was?
It turned out that she was on his side. “You are a man… a sensitive, loving, attractive man, a man that every woman wants, but…” She was just doing her job and wasn’t interested in a romantic relationship.
When he heard that she was dead, he returned to the States, only to discover that his wife had been mysteriously murdered by an unknown assailant.
A few years later, he met up with his army buddy who informed him that the spy he loved was still alive. She had not died as he believed. But now he was engaged to be married.
His buddy was the best when it came to setting up kill plans, and he would do anything for his comrade in arms. If it meant getting rid of a fiancée, he would gladly do it. He could make any murder look like an accident. He had done it before and he would do it again.
Newlyweds Jade Calhoun and Kane Rouquette have barely said “I do” when there’s a disturbance in the shadow world that’s draining the energy of angels. As shadow walkers, Jade and Kane are pressed into service, tasked with the impossible mission of solving the mystery before any angels are lost…until Kane’s accused of poisoning the shadows with his incubus energy and his power is stripped.
Life goes from bad to worse when a lesser Goddess shows up, hell-bent on stealing the spirits of mortals in pursuit of a fountain of youth. Now it’s up to Jade and her coven to keep their friends safe, clear Kane’s name, and fix the shadows before one of them is lost forever.
witches, demons, incubus, angels, dreamwalker, paranormal romance, magic, empath, ghosts
I tried to push him away, but my arms felt heavy. All I wanted was for him to kiss me, to make love to me, to be the woman he thought I was. But I wasn’t her…
You are her, a voice inside said with conviction.
“You were my mother’s lover,” I gasped out, breaking away again. “How can you tell me that you loved only me?”
“I had to find you, no matter how long it took.” He kissed my lips once more, then hugged me close. “Waiting for you to grow up has been hardest of all,” he murmured, with lust in each word.
“It was you I felt in that hallway,” I said weakly. “Wasn’t it?”
“Yes.” He kissed my face, my lips, and my cheeks. “Do you see now why I could not live with you as a father? I had to wait until you were a woman.”
Keep your eyes peeled for a small black iron door.
Down the road from a working-class British pub, along the brick wall of a narrow alley, if the conditions are exactly right, you’ll find the entrance to Slade House. A stranger will greet you by name and invite you inside. At first, you won’t want to leave. Later, you’ll find that you can’t. Every nine years, the house’s residents—an odd brother and sister—extend a unique invitation to someone who’s different or lonely: a precocious teenager, a recently divorced policeman, a shy college student. But what really goes on inside Slade House? For those who find out, it’s already too late. . . .
Spanning five decades, from the last days of the 1970s to the present, leaping genres, and barreling toward an astonishing conclusion, this intricately woven novel will pull you into a reality-warping new vision of the haunted house story—as only David Mitchell could imagine it.
Praise for Slade House
“A fiendish delight . . . Mitchell is something of a magician.”—The Washington Post
“Entertainingly eerie . . . We turn to [Mitchell] for brain-tickling puzzle palaces, for character studies and for language.”—Chicago Tribune
“A ripping yarn . . . Like Shirley Jackson’s Hill House or the Overlook Hotel from Stephen King’s The Shining, [Slade House] is a thin sliver of hell designed to entrap the unwary. . . . As the Mitchellverse grows ever more expansive and connected, this short but powerful novel hints at still more marvels to come.”—San Francisco Chronicle
“Like Stephen King in a fever . . . manically ingenious.”—The Guardian (U.K.)
“A haunted house story that savors of Dickens, Stephen King, J. K. Rowling and H. P. Lovecraft, but possesses more psychic voltage than any of them.”—Pittsburgh Post-Gazette
“Tightly crafted and suspenseful yet warmly human . . . the ultimate spooky nursery tale for adults.”—The Huffington Post
For most of her young life, thirteen-year-old Angel Sullivan has been on the outside looking in, enduring the taunts of cruel schoolmates and the angry abuse of a bitter father. Then Angel’s family moves to the quaint town of Roundtree, Massachusetts—where a charming home is available, a promising job awaits Angel’s unemployed father, and most of all, the chance to make a new start beckons to the shy, hopeful teenager. But when she is shunned by her new classmates, Angel falls deeper into despair. Until she meets Seth Baker, a fellow outcast—and a fateful kinship is forged.
It’s Seth who tells Angel the unspoken truth about the legacy of murder that hangs over her family’s home—and the whispered rumors that something supernatural still dwells there. Uncertain whether the stories are true, and desperate to escape the torment of their daily lives, Angel and Seth devote themselves to contacting whatever restless soul haunts the dark recesses of Black Creek Crossing. But once they have begun, there is no turning back.
Guided by an anguished and vengeful spirit, they uncover the shocking events and centuries-old horrors that lay buried beneath the placid veneer of Roundtree. And along with the ghastly revelations comes a terrifying power—one that feeds upon the rage of the victimized, turning the basest impulses and most dangerous desires into devastating weapons. Now, the closer Angel and Seth are pushed toward the edge by their tormentors, the deeper they descend into the maelstrom of dark forces they’ve unleashed . . . and the more unspeakable the hour of reckoning will be.
West Hall, Vermont, has always been a town of strange disappearances and old legends. The most mysterious is that of Sara Harrison Shea, who, in 1908, was found dead in the field behind her house just months after the tragic death of her daughter, Gertie. Now, in present day, nineteen-year-old Ruthie lives in Sara's farmhouse with her mother, Alice, and her younger sister, Fawn. Alice has always insisted that they live off the grid, a decision that suddenly proves perilous when Ruthie wakes up one morning to find that Alice has vanished without a trace. Searching for clues, she is startled to find a copy of Sara Harrison Shea's diary hidden beneath the floorboards of her mother's bedroom. As Ruthie gets sucked deeper into the mystery of Sara's fate, she discovers that she's not the only person who's desperately looking for someone that they've lost. But she may be the only one who can stop history from repeating itself.
One night, New York FBI agent Aiden Mahoney receives a visitor in a dream—an old friend named Richard Highsmith. The very next day he's sent to Sleepy Hollow because Richard's gone missing there.
Maureen—Mo—Deauville now lives in the historic town and works with her dog, Rollo, to search for missing people. She's actually the one to find Richard…or more precisely his head, stuck on a statue of the legendary Headless Horseman.
Mo and Aiden, a new member of the Krewe of Hunters, the FBI's unit of paranormal investigators, explore both past and present events to figure out who betrayed Richard, who killed him and now wants to kill them, too. As they work together, they discover that they share an unusual trait—the ability to communicate with the dead. They also share an attraction that's as intense as it is unexpected…if they live long enough to enjoy it!
Arthur Kipps is an up-and-coming London solicitor who is sent to Crythin Gifford—a faraway town in the windswept salt marshes beyond Nine Lives Causeway—to attend the funeral and settle the affairs of a client, Mrs. Alice Drablow of Eel Marsh House. Mrs. Drablow’s house stands at the end of the causeway, wreathed in fog and mystery, but Kipps is unaware of the tragic secrets that lie hidden behind its sheltered windows. The routine business trip he anticipated quickly takes a horrifying turn when he finds himself haunted by a series of mysterious sounds and images—a rocking chair in a deserted nursery, the eerie sound of a pony and trap, a child’s scream in the fog, and, most terrifying of all, a ghostly woman dressed all in black. Psychologically terrifying and deliciously eerie, The Woman in Black is a remarkable thriller of the first rate.
As a teenager, Vickie Preston survived an attack by a serial killer. That was the first time she saw a ghost. Now the city of Boston is being terrorized—someone is kidnapping women and burying them alive, but cruelly leaving a glimmer of hope for the authorities by sending a clue about their location. Vickie is pulled into the investigation when her name is mentioned in one of the notes. And as a historian, she has the knowledge to help uncover the graves the killer known as the Undertaker is choosing. But she also has another unique lead: the spirit of one of the victims is appearing to her in dreams.
Special Agent Griffin Pryce is on the case for the Krewe of Hunters, the FBI’s special unit for paranormal investigators. He feels particularly protective of Vickie, since their shared past is connected to the threat that currently surrounds them. With the killer accelerating his plans, time is running out for more victims hidden around the city. Vickie is becoming closer with Griffin, but she’s getting too close to the danger, and every breath could be her last.
Estes Park, Colorado, is a place of serenity. But it wasn’t always so serene. Shortly after the Civil War, Nathan Kendall and his wife were murdered there, leaving behind a young son. The crime was never solved.
Now…historian Scarlet Barlow is working at a small museum attached to a B and B, the same building where that murder occurred. She recently came to Colorado, reeling after her divorce from FBI agent Diego McCullough. Diego—who’s just been asked to join the Krewe of Hunters, a unit dealing with “unusual” situations…
When Scarlet unwittingly takes pictures of people who’ve been murdered—just like the Kendalls a hundred and fifty years before—the police look at her with suspicion. Then the museum’s statues of historic people, including Nathan Kendall, begin to talk to her, and she knows it’s time to call her ex-husband. Diego heads to Estes Park, determined to solve the bizarre case that threatens Scarlet’s life—and to reunite with the woman he never stopped loving.
A terror born of Jack the Ripper
The details of the crime scene are no coincidence. The body—a promising starlet—has been battered, bloodied and then discarded between two of Manhattan's oldest graveyards.
One look and Detective Jude Crosby recognizes the tableau: a re-creation of Jack the Ripper's gruesome work. But he also sees something beyond the actions of a mere copycat. Something more dangerous…and unexplainable.
As the city seethes with suspicion, Jude calls on Whitney Tremont, a member of the country's preeminent paranormal investigating team, to put the speculation to rest. Yet when Whitney and Jude delve deeper, what they discover is more shocking than either could have predicted, and twice as sinister…
A LOVE THAT TRANSCENDS HEAVEN AND HELL
What happens to us after we die? Chris Nielsen had no idea, until an unexpected accident cut his life short, separating him from his beloved wife, Annie. Now Chris must discover the true nature of life after death.
But even Heaven is not complete without Annie, and when tragedy threatens to divide them forever, Chris risks his very soul to save Annie from an eternity of despair.
Richard Matheson's powerful tale of life---and love---after death was the basis for the Oscar-winning film starring Robin Williams.
At the Publisher's request, this title is being sold without Digital Rights Management Software (DRM) applied.
Emerging from the bayou like an apparition, Donegal Plantation is known for its unsurpassed dining, captivating atmosphere, haunting legends…and now a corpse swinging from the marble angel that marks its cemetery's most majestic vault. A corpse discovered in nearly the same situation as that of Marshall Donegal, the patriarch killed in a skirmish just before the Civil War.
Desperate for help traditional criminologists could never provide, plantation heiress Ashley Donegal turns to an elite team of paranormal investigators who blend hard forensics with rare—often inexplicable—intuition. Among the "Krewe of Hunters" is an old flame, Jake Mallory, a gifted musician with talent stretching far beyond the realm of the physical, and a few dark ghosts of his own.
The evil the team unveils has the power to shake the plantation to its very core. Jake and Ashley are forced to risk everything to unravel secrets that will not stay buried—even in death.…
Hannah O'Brien, who grew up in the house and now runs it as a B and B, has always had a special ability to see a pair of resident ghosts. But when a man is murdered in the alley behind her place, she's dismayed when his spirit appears, too, asking for help.
FBI agent Dallas Samson has a passionate interest in the murder, since the victim's a colleague whose death is connected to the smuggling ring known as Los Lobos—the wolves. Now Dallas is even more committed to chasing them down….
Unaware that Dallas has certain abilities of his own, Hannah calls her cousin Kelsey O'Brien, a member of the FBI's Krewe of Hunters, an elite unit of paranormal investigators. The present-day case is linked to a historical mystery involving salvagers, a curse and a sunken ship. Danger and desire bring Hannah and Dallas together, but to survive, they have to solve the mysteries of the past—and stay alive long enough to solve the crimes of the present!
HAMILTON - Trying to maintain a normal life, psychic Billie Culpepper struggles to block out the dead souls that haunt her every move but her attempts to suppress her ability only serve to isolate her even more.
Across town, Homicide Detective Ray Mockler is called to the scene of a horrific discovery; human remains unearthed from an underground chamber. Frustrated at the lack of evidence, he calls on the one person he knows who can see beyond the veil of death to unlock the truth.
Kaitlin Grainger becomes increasingly obsessed with the paranormal after learning of her friend's psychic ability. Recruited to join a team of ghost hunters, Kaitlin finds herself drawn to a mysterious old manor on the hill known as the Murder House.
ENGLAND – Tracking the warning signs of a looming supernatural threat, occult investigator and wanted criminal John Gantry feels suddenly compelled to return to The Hammer. Billie is in danger.
Starring in a cult TV show was a blessing for Marnie Davante, especially now that her former fame could support her future dream of starting a children’s theater. So she’ll work the convention circuit. But then a costar is brazenly murdered in front of her. With a killer who vanishes into thin air with seemingly inhuman skill, and strange events plaguing Marnie, she feels she can’t even trust her own senses.
Although his dear departed parents were famous actors, PI Bryan McFadden is about as far from Hollywood as you can get. The former military man is reluctant to get involved in such a bizarre case, but it quickly becomes obvious that Marnie is in grave danger, and he is compelled to help. It’s unclear if the killer is an obsessed fan or something more sinister. Could the show’s cast be cursed? How can Bryan keep Marnie safe when it becomes apparent there’s a force determined to make this her final curtain call?
Devin Lyle has recently returned to the Salem area, but her timing couldn't be worse. Soon after she moved into the eighteenth-century cabin she inherited from her great-aunt Mina—her "crazy" great-aunt, who spoke to the dead—a woman was murdered nearby.
Craig Rockwell—known as Rocky—is a new member of the Krewe of Hunters, the FBI's team of paranormal investigators. He never got over finding a friend dead in the woods. Now another body's been found in those same woods, not far from the home of Devin Lyle. And Devin's been led to a third body—by…a ghost?
Her discovery draws them both deeper into the case and Salem's rich and disturbing history. Even as the danger mounts, Devin and Rocky begin to fall for each other, something the ghosts of Mina and past witches seem to approve of. But the two of them need every skill they possess to learn the truth—or Devin's might be the next body in the woods….
A woman named Maria Gomez is murdered in Miami, apparently by her husband—who'd been presumed dead, slain by a crime boss. FBI agent Brett Cody can't believe it; dead or alive, the man had loved his wife. He also can't help feeling guilty, since he was responsible for protecting Miguel and Maria Gomez.
A few miles away, Lara Mayhew has just begun working at a dolphin research facility. She loves her new job—until a dolphin brings her something unexpected from the deep. A human hand. More body parts show up, and when Brett looks into the situation, he discovers that the dismembered corpse is Miguel's.
Soon, rumors of crazed zombies abound in the Miami media, and the Krewe of Hunters, an elite FBI unit of paranormal investigators, is called in. Brett and Lara find themselves working with the Krewe—and working closely together. An elderly crime boss who's losing his memory seems to be key to solving this case, but…there's no motive. Unless Brett and Lara can uncover one in the Miami underworld. And that means they have to protect themselves. And each other.
Lara, a congressman’s media assistant, suddenly quits her job—and disappears on the way to her Washington, DC, apartment.
Novice FBI agent Meg Murray, a childhood friend of Lara’s, gets a message from her that same night, a message that says she’s disillusioned and “going home.” To Richmond, Virginia. Meg discovers that she never got there. And bodies fitting Lara’s description are showing up in nearby rivers… Could she be the victim of a serial killer?
Meg is assigned to work with special agent Matt Bosworth, a hard-nosed pro in the FBI’s unit of paranormal investigators—the Krewe of Hunters. They trace the route Meg and Lara took more than once in the past, visiting battlefields and graveyards from Harpers Ferry to Gettysburg. Places where the dead share their secrets with those who can hear… As Meg and Matt pursue the possibility of a serial killer, they find themselves in the middle of a political conspiracy. Is there a connection? If so, has Lara been silenced for good? And whom—besides each other—can they trust?
There is blood on someone’s hands and if Danielle isn’t careful she’ll be moving from Marlow House to the Big House.