Two years ago
Dr. Elizabeth DeMarco struggled to loosen the cord that bound her wrists. Overhead, the jungle canopy was too thick for moonlight to penetrate. Hot, damp darkness pressed down on her as she trekked deeper into the Amazon rainforest, away from camp, away from the other scientists and graduate students, away from help. Her eyes focused on the thin flashlight beams that illuminated the narrow trail.
"Move," one of her mercenary captors growled from behind her. He gave her a hard shove. She stumbled but managed to right herself before she face-planted on the muddy earth.
"My team will find me, you know. When I didn't return to camp, I'm sure they started a search and notified the police. Just let me go. Do you really want the attention my disappearance will bring to your boss's illegal logging enterprise?"
The man she'd labeled "pretty boy" just laughed. His dark, amused chuckle lifted the hair on Elizabeth's nape. "We do not fear the police, but it'd be quite inconvenient if they discovered our routes through the jungle."
She swallowed and tried a different tack. "Look, even if I did go to the police, which I wouldn't, you'd be long gone by the time anyone ever considered investigating. Think about it. I don't know your names. I can't produce any drugs. Kidnapping me is more trouble than it's worth."
He snorted. "Do not worry. The search for you will be short. Your body will be found quickly. Many bad things can happen to a woman alone in the jungle. There are predators everywhere."
Panic pounded in Elizabeth's chest as the threat hovered.
How the hell was she going to get out of this?
She shouldn't have wandered away from the expedition team. But, as usual, her excitement over the variety of plant species she'd collected had gotten the best of her good judgment. Maybe for the final time. Her chances weren't looking good.
Her gut clenched. She'd never see Logan again. And with the way they'd left things between them....
Regrets could wait. She studied her rugged band of captors. Thank God she'd sent her assistant back to unload the samples. If she hadn't, these mercenaries would have two hostages instead of one. Stumbling through the dark, she tugged at the knots binding her wrists. If only I could loosen the ropes.
She shook her face to dislodge a mosquito. How long had they been marching? From the thirst and the aches in her legs, it seemed like many hours. Elizabeth's eyes and ears strained, listening for the sound of help, searching for a chance to escape. Deep inside she knew she was on her own; well and truly trapped. Even if she managed to elude these mercenaries, she had no supplies, no navigational equipment. She'd never find her way back to the camp site. This deep in the Brazilian interior, she could wander the rainforest for days and never encounter another human being.
They entered a clearing. Moonlight burst through the trees, and the mercenaries stopped.
She felt the man behind her step forward, press against her. "We camp here for the night. After we set up camp we have some fun. Yes?"
"Never." Bravado aside, Elizabeth's insides turned icy. They both knew there wasn't much she could do to prevent the men from doing whatever they wanted to her. Eleven to one weren't good odds. "I'd rather die."
Christopher Vincent is desperate enough for a job that he accepts an offer to entertain as a psychic in a friend’s nightclub. Jackson Whitman, one of the club’s co-owners, is less than thrilled by the new act. To him, psychics are ridiculous and a liability. But when they come face-to-face, attraction flares to life between them.
Someone is watching Jack and Chris from the shadows. What starts as a series of creepy encounters leads to deadly attacks.
Jack and Chris must set aside their differences and work together to survive a homicidal stalker. But can they survive their explosive connection?
They look like an everyday family living an ordinary life. But beyond the edges of this peaceful farm, unimaginable forces of light and dark have been unleashed.
Fallon Swift, approaching her thirteenth birthday, barely knows the world that existed before—the city where her parents lived, now in ruins and reclaimed by nature since the Doom sickened and killed billions. Traveling anywhere is a danger, as vicious gangs of Raiders and fanatics called Purity Warriors search for their next victim. Those like Fallon, in possession of gifts, are hunted—and the time is coming when her true nature, her identity as The One, can no longer be hidden.
In a mysterious shelter in the forest, her training is about to begin under the guidance of Mallick, whose skills have been honed over centuries. She will learn the old ways of healing; study and spar; encounter faeries and elves and shifters; and find powers within herself she never imagined. And when the time is right, she will take up the sword, and fight. For until she grows into the woman she was born to be, the world outside will never be whole again.
As a collections demon, Zavier grants his “clients” one wish in exchange for their souls. His job sucks, but once you make a deal with Corporate South, they own you. The trouble is, Zavier’s not a very good collections demon, with his tendencies to spurn authority and find loopholes to help deserving clients out of their contracts. He’s under scrutiny from the head of his department, who would quite literally like to see him burn. He just needs to close a simple deal to get upper management off his back. Instead, he meets Ryan.
Ryan is desperately searching for a way to save his dying sister. He doesn’t believe in magic and demons, but he’s out of options. Zavier’s not what he expects in a demon, and even more unexpected is the strong sense of familiarity—very intimate familiarity.
While trying to free Ryan from his contract, Zavier discovers secrets unscrupulous even by South standards. Exposing them could cost Zavier everything, but it might be Ryan’s only hope.
Danny Reynolds thought Kieran McCade was the one—true love and hot lust forever—until Danny found out Kier’s bloody secret and ran away screaming. Months later, Danny is facing his own paranormal crisis, and he needs Kieran’s help, but are there enough ways to apologize for breaking a vampire’s heart?
Nothing about Danny’s transformation is normal—not the attack that led to it, and not the symptoms Danny’s plagued with—but being in close proximity to Kieran is even worse than becoming a thing that goes bump in the night. Danny and Kieran aren’t the only things threatening to bump each other off, though. Secret organizations and clashing vigilante agendas want to get their hands on Danny. His only hope is to find a fix for his problem before he’s either captured or his abnormal transition starves him to death.
Danny and Kieran might have a real chance to repair their broken romance... but only if they keep Danny alive!
For the airline executives finalizing a merger that would make news in the business world, the nine a.m. meeting would be a major milestone. But after marketing VP Paul Rogan walked into the plush conference room, strapped with explosives, the headlines told of death and destruction instead. The NYPSD’s Eve Dallas confirms that Rogan was cruelly coerced by two masked men holding his family hostage. His motive was saving his wife and daughter—but what was the motive of the masked men?
Despite the chaos and bad publicity, blowing up one meeting isn’t going to put the brakes on the merger. All it’s accomplished is shattering a lot of innocent lives. Now, with the help of her billionaire husband Roarke, Eve must untangle the reason for an inexplicable act of terror, look at suspects inside and outside both corporations, and determine whether the root of this crime lies in simple sabotage, or something far more complex and twisted.