Novedades

A new darkness is seeping into Sterling Falls, and I’ve drawn its ire. When a masked stranger declares he wants our ruin—mine, my brother’s, the whole town’s—I hope he’s bluffing.

The dead spot: a corner drenched in shadow; an earthquake's epicenter; the part of a roller coaster ride where the car rounds the final curve and all force dissipates, leaving those trapped beneath the safety bar feeling sick and hollow. From the beloved author of Frost Bite and Chopping Spree comes this heartbreaking horror collection about girls and women trapped by circumstance, manipulation, and obsession. The book includes a moving introduction by J. A. W. McCarthy (Shirley Jackson Award finalist for Sometimes We're Cruel) and seventeen stories by Sylvaine.

My hot Bratva boss locks me up and does with me what he wants. I’m fresh out of college and got my dream job as an executive assistant. I must not submit to my hot boss, who is 15 years my senior and off-limits. And I must not give in when he kidnaps me and knocks me up with his twins. I’m an innocent girl. A virgin who has no idea Bratva guys like him exist. His suit molds perfectly against his muscled form, lighting forbidden parts of me on fire. His large, calloused hands explore my hidden curves, making me desperate. I try to escape his office unharmed, but unfortunately he has ...

I’m forced to marry four brutal Bratva Pakhans. They’re all much older than me, and they’re at war. The only way out of it is an alliance through a forced marriage and a joined heir. With me. I don’t want to give them my plus-size curves, let alone a baby. But I don’t have a choice. I grew up in an orphanage before I was brought into the dark underworld. Now I find myself forced into a wedding dress to marry four ice-cold monsters. I’m a pawn in their game, trapped in their web of violence and manipulation. They can do with me whatever they want. And I can’t defend myself. ...

He sees me on the auction stage and outbids everyone to marry me… He’s my family’s arch rival. Humiliating me is his revenge. He’s much older than me but decides he’ll force me into marriage anyway. So he buys me like property. Now I’m his to do with as he pleases. My brothers see me as their precious baby sister, the one who needs protection. Until the big bad Bratva guy picks me up and drags me away. I’m the card he’s waiting to play, a pretty little ace up his sleeve. And while he has me under his control, he decides to have some fun. I ask what he’s going to do to me, ...

The world is a series of red tinted lights and painful bliss. An Underground Favorite, they used to call me. I wear the bruises they leave like jewelry. I never asked to be saved, but when that masked gothic heartthrob came in asking for me, I couldn’t very well say no—not that I had much of a choice in the matter. What started as a reluctant dream come true has dulled after three sexless years together in this sham of a marriage that continues to go nowhere. A girl has needs. So, what I’m doing isn’t so much cheating as it is problem solving.

He took his brother’s place at the altar. Now he owns my vows, my body… and soon, my heart. I was supposed to marry a man I didn’t love. I didn’t expect him to vanish— Or his older brother to take his place. Matteo Romano is everything my groom wasn’t. Colder. Crueler. Thirteen years older. A Mafia alpha with a voice like velvet and eyes that promise ruin. He says our marriage is just business—one year, no feelings. But when he punishes, I burn. When he commands, I break. And when he whispers mine, I believe him. One night, hate turns into something reckless. Now there’s a ...

It was supposed to be easy: one night of sin with a beautiful stranger to forever cut ties with my Bratva past. But I didn't pick a stranger. I picked him. Hades Drakos, the dark prince of the Drakos Mafia family, is a lethally beautiful psychopath with a trail of broken hearts and bloodshed in his wake. Oh, and he's my client. It doesn't matter that our one night was under darkness, disguised by masks. He knows my secret sin. He knows it was my first time. And now, he'll use that to trap me as his own personal Persephone.

Raised by the chief of police, I knew tangling with the mafia leader of Northridge Heights was a bad idea. Yet as I gazed into his dark eyes, I couldn't resist Teddy's offer. We made a deal. He helps me find my fathers murderer, and I'll stand by his side as paid protection. But nothing could protect my heart—from him. I saw a side of him few ever do, and it left me aching for him.

A bossy Bratva stranger kidnaps me and knocks me up. He’s a decade older than me, and I know how feared he is. When he sees someone coming onto me, he gets pissed and possessively claims me as his fiancée. And the next thing I know, he handcuffs me to his car and takes me home. I was meeting a client for my dating business when he entered my neat, organized world. He got obsessed and started stalking me to make sure I’m “safe”. When he decides I’m not, he drags me to his car and brings out the handcuffs. He forces me to act as his fiancée. It’s the only way out of his prison. ...

Un’incantevole storia di tradimenti, segreti e magia. Due ragazze che parlano il linguaggio segreto dei fiori. 1815 – Cornelia ha un segreto che deve rimanere ben custodito, perché nessuno accetterebbe mai la sua capacità di comprendere il linguaggio dei fiori e ascoltarne le voci, in una misteriosa connessione che ha sin da bambina. Il polveroso e cupo accampamento della Grande Armée di Napoleone non è il luogo dove aveva immaginato se stessa quando è fuggita in Francia, lasciandosi alle spalle una vita agiata, ma un passato di dolore.

Santo Domingo de la Calzada, 1532. London, 1837. Boston, 2019. Three young women, their bodies planted in the same soil, their stories tangling like roots. One grows high, and one grows deep, and one grows wild. And all of them grow teeth.

The house does not have electricity, and the eccentric nature of the family is displayed through the grotesque artwork that lines the walls of the manor. As Noelle wrestles with her own struggles with understanding her connection to death, she is also plunged headfirst into the dark mysteries surrounding the August family. The dying patriarch who she is strangely never able to see. The head of the household who is incapable of giving a straight answer. And a boy unable to speak but clearly terrified of something.

I was weak, but now I am strong. I was mistreated, and it is time they have a taste of their own poisons. They say the road to hell is paved with good intentions. That's exactly where they sent me—to hell. But I came back being a devil myself. It's not about revenge—it's about getting my kings to seek redemption. The pieces they have broken may not have rearranged themselves exactly as they wanted, creating something far more dangerous than they've ever planned for—a queen seeking her Kings of Seduction!

They say fire cleanses. They never watched it steal the only person who ever mattered. Two years ago, I buried my sister in ash and screams—her life stolen by the same criminal empire I swore to dismantle. Now I’m back on Oʻahu, undercover, armed with ink, steel, and a name that’s not mine. Every tattoo I give brings me closer to the man who lit the match. Makoa Keahi. Ex-priest. Syndicate king. A legend carved in blood and ink with storm-gray eyes and a scar that cuts deeper than it looks. He’s everything I should hate. But the closer I get, the more I see the cracks in his empire...

Lust frozen and hidden in chastity's belt, Until puberty sparks and lust’s touch is felt, And perversion doth flame, and chastity, melt. --Goddess Alice of Wonderland Yesterday I (Alice) came of age. So I’m going on a journey of debauchery and self-exploration. Yes, I’m ready to finally perv out! Also yesterday, Dorothy of Oz was murdered. She had asked me to marry her. I want her back. So I’m traveling to the Greek Myth Realm, so I can bring Dorothy back from Hades. The handsome Mad Hatter is my sidekick. I intend to have lots of fun with him. I don’t like the Goddess of Chastity...

Pippilotta "Pip" Francis has had a crappy life. Single mom at eighteen. No money. No friends. And definitely no Lululemon yoga pants. The worst part of her day isn’t getting snubbed by horny stay-at-home moms drooling over the hot young librarian at storytime. It’s bumping into Dr. Thad Blackgrave — arrogant, secretive, and British enough to make tea boil on sight. Because worse than overdue fines she can’t pay is this: The blood moon isn’t a myth. And the beasts it calls forth? They’re not here for storytime. Now Pip and Thad — the biggest, handsomest prick she has absolutely...

Tras una terrible experiencia con los seres que habitan en el más allá, Lorraine y su madre deciden marcharse muy lejos del lugar de los sucesos. Sin embargo, cuando todo parece olvidado, la joven va a tener que enfrentarse a unos malignos seres que viven entre nosotros y que se alimentan del dolor y el sufrimiento ajeno. Pero Lorraine no está sola. Un don resplandeciente ha crecido con ella. Vidal Fernández demuestra con Lorraine, continuación de Ecos de ente muerta, su excepcional dominio del género de misterio y terror. Amena e inquietante, esta magistral novela demuestra por qué ...

Leonardo They say I rule the New York mafia with an iron fist, despite the shadows that dance with my every step. My disability? A secret war I wage with myself, hidden behind a façade of power and ruthlessness. Then, Isabella Martin waltzed into my world, challenging every rule I lived by. Her proposal? A mere collaboration for her literary insights, a guise for my ulterior motives. But there's something about her that unsettles me, peeling back the layers of my defenses. Isabella Bound by duty, I stepped into his world of shadows and secrets, my bright outlook a stark contrast to his ...

Ein alter Fluch. Zwei daran gebundene Familien. Eine verbotene Liebe. Als mir die Wildbloods in der Nacht des Zehents ihre Töchter präsentierten, wussten sie, was auf das auserwählte Mädchen zukommen würde. Die Mondsichel, die Willow kennzeichnete, machte sie zu meiner. Ich hatte keine andere Wahl, als sie zu nehmen. Das Schicksal legte unsere Bestimmungen schon lange vor unserer Geburt fest, indem es uns unsere Rollen zuwies. Eine Opfergabe würde erbracht werden. Der Zehent bezahlt werden. Erst dann würden unsere Familien frei sein, zumindest bis der nächste Zehent fällig wurde.