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Their names echo through true crime history like dark legends: John Wayne Gacy, the Zodiac Killer, Richard Ramirez, Aileen Wuornos, Charles Manson, Ted Bundy, and the Golden State Killer. Their infamous deeds have been exhaustively chronicled across every medium imaginable. But beyond these household names lies a shadow world of equally chilling cases that rarely make headlines or streaming television documentaries.

To be fair, I didn’t know he was my boss when I slept with him. I thought he was just the kind stranger offering me a place to stay. But one night in Misha Orlov’s hotel room got me way more than I bargained for.

The OH-58D Kiowa Warrior—a deep reconnaissance scout and attack aircraft—was legendary to those it supported. Regularly flying mere feet off of the ground while intentionally drawing enemy fire, almost everyone called Kiowa pilots crazy. Responsible for hunting elusive enemy fighters and protecting those under their charge, Kiowa crews displayed a fierce and intense devotion that was unparalleled.

Charlie has old girlfriend problems. The cops think retired blogger Charlie North murdered his three old girlfriends. They want to see him fry. Charlie needs to catch the killers before the cops, or the killers, catch him. Desperate, Charlie investigates the murders. He hires a stunning—and brilliant—private detective. Good first move. As they dig up clues, Charlie dutifully reports their findings in his blog, naming names, naming everything. The blogs go wildly viral. It’s like putting the investigations of all three murders on a sizzling griddle.

I’ll keep her safe from everything…except myself. I’m a billionaire mob boss with a thirst for power. She’s a broken girl fleeing from a past she can’t escape.

At first, Misha Orlov was the boss who got me pregnant. But he has become so much more than just that. He’s my husband and the father of my babies (yes, as in plural). He’s my pakhan. He’s my last hope.

I wanted her the moment that I laid eyes on her. I needed a change and she was the perfect opportunity. I wasn't ready for sparks to fly, but the moment that they did, I knew that I couldn't let her go.I had to have her. To own her. To damn well worship her. Maybe change could be a good thing.

What happened was this: My family made me marry a monster. I ran from my wedding... Into the arms of another man. I thought he was my savior. But I was wrong. He was just the beginning of the real nightmare.

Running from my wedding was a mistake. But only because I should’ve kept running. If I’d just kept running right past Daniil Vlasov, none of this would’ve happened.

I can buy my secretary’s submission—or I can take it the hard way. My ex-wife’s fatal car crash left me with a cruel gift: A daughter I never knew I had. I am a billionaire. A mob boss. A titan. Not a babysitter. I need a woman’s touch to help raise my daughter. My secretary doesn’t know it yet, but her life is about to change. Charlotte is gorgeous. Feisty. And best of all…desperate. So from now on, we’re going to do things my way. It starts with five little words: “Let me own you, kitten.”

I start all of my true crime books with a quick word of warning. Most news articles and television true crime shows skim over the vile details of truly horrible crimes. In my books, I don’t gloss over the facts, regardless of how disgusting they may be. I try to give my listeners a clear and accurate description on just how demented the killers really were. I do my best not to leave anything out. The stories included in these books are not for the squeamish.

He ripped me from my life and made me his. Now he wants my help. But some sins can never be forgiven. Matvei Morozov. A name that’s haunted my family for years. A whisper in the shadows. A monster in the darkness.

She thinks she owns me. She’s never been more wrong. My second-in-command sold me out. Stabbed me in the back. Betrayed me to our sworn enemies. Now, I’m the prisoner of the Irish mob. Their don wants to beat me down.

Ten years ago, he tore my heart out. Today’s my wedding day, and he’s come to claim the rest of me.

You are sure that being an I-Banker is for you! You are willing to grunt the 100 hours work week as an Analyst to become the next Gordon Gecko. Unfortunately, so do thousands of new business grads each year. Hi, my name is Chris J. Brodie. I am former MD at a buldge bracket firm. During the hiring seasons I could potential get as many as 1,500 resumes to sort though, and of that, I could hire only four in any given hiring season.

Eight true crime stories of murder and mayhem. In my first audiobook as a true crime author I've started with a few of the stories that have haunted me for some time. Some of these stories are unbelievable in their brutality while others are astounding in the stupidity of the killers. This collection of stories are from all around the globe and have no common thread between them other than that they are both thought provoking and disturbing. The stories included in this anthology are dark and creepy and will leave you with a new understanding of just how fragile the human mind can be.

How did I end up playing fake fiancée to a runaway criminal? Well, I was supposed to get married today—but that’s a whole other story.The part that matters is that I took the car and ran, still in my wedding dress. I promptly crash said car into a bridge, and when I get out to check the damage… I'm disoriented and fall right into the river below. That should’ve been it for little old me. Goodnight. Close the curtains. Roll the credits. Drowned by my own wedding dress—how morbidly appropriate. But then someone saves me.

He killed my family. So I took his daughter. My enemy murdered my family in cold blood. The time has come to claim my revenge. His daughter thinks she escaped from the clutches of her mob boss father. But I’m coming to show Cassandra that she can never run from me.

I got pregnant from a one-night stand. I wasn’t going to tell the father...until I walked into the office and found out he’s my new boss. Here’s some advice: Don’t sleep with your boss. Here’s some more: Don’t sleep with your married boss. And while I’m at it: Don’t sleep with your married, dangerous, billionaire, completely incapable-of-feeling boss because all he’s going to do is break your heart and your body and leave you to cry in the ashes. But I’ve never been good at taking my own advice.

Ruthless mob boss buys an innocent fake wife. A kingdom of corruption—that is my birthright. But before my father gives me the throne that’s rightfully mine, I must fulfill one condition: I must find a wife....