Stephanie Hudson

After finding out the traumatic truth, Keira tries to move on from the doors of Afterlife and the love lost through a world of pain. But Afterlife's King isn't yet done with her....

Keira can’t help seeing the handsome man before her. She can’t help the dreams that consume her, and neither can she stop him from wanting her....

Keira is new to this small, cold town and is running from a past that seems to feast on her darkest memories....

Keira soon finds herself becoming a pawn in a game she could never hope to win, and now the King on the board is a Vampire on a mission....

With Keira finding death at her door, she is suddenly plunged into a world of the unknown and has to face it alone...or does she? Find out....

As Keira and Draven reunite, it is but a bitter sweet moment as it is time they must put their loyalty on the line in the ultimate test of trust in order to seek the truth....

My Fate. Those were the words being whispered behind closed doors. A secret that echoed down these dark hallways, like it held power. I wanted to believe I was safe in this new land. Wanted to trust the man I was losing my heart too.

A blink of an eye. That was all it took for my world to end. For it to literally crumble beneath my feet. The Rift that tore through the land and opened it up to unearthly danger. After that, everything changed, and I had to change with it.

Trust can be a dangerous thing. Trusting your instincts, trusting your friends, but more so, Trusting your heart. Because the General wasn’t what I thought he was.

Hello, my name is Vanessa. No, I don't have a drinking problem, and nor is this my opening line for an AA meeting. No, what I did do, though, was witness a murder. A very gruesome murder. A mafia murder. Because clearly, I don't do things by halves. Which means I am now being hunted. The problem...

Love can conquer many things. Sacrifice even more. But what happens when betrayal runs deeper than blood? The journey isn't over. Jared and Ella's story continues in the next pulse-pounding installment of the HellBeast Kings story. As darkness looms and the past refuses to stay buried, secrets...

I used to think the worst thing that could happen was falling for two Vampire Mafia Kings. Turns out, I was wrong. It was falling for a third. And he was their brother. Vasileios Erebus The one they swore was dead. The one who wants revenge more than blood itself. And somehow, the one my heart...

As Keira still finds Persian sands beneath her feet, she is yet to discover the true meaning of what it is to be The Chosen One to the King of Kings....

It all started with that night. The night I made my biggest mistake. The night I entered their world. The day I snuck into the infamous Devil’s Ring Fight Club. I had followed my cousin Amelia, who turned out not to be quite as innocent as I first believed. In fact, it turned out she didn’t...

It all started with a plane ride. Just a simple plane ride home…that’s what they said. One that wasn’t supposed to end with me flying the damn thing! But then going home wasn’t supposed to be a bad thing either….

There is nothing quite like the love you have for your children. You would follow them to the ends of the Earth if they needed you. Evidently, you would also follow them back in time. Back hundreds of years, to a place where my husband ruled a very different kingdom. One where kidnapping and...

It started the moment I woke up in hospital; I naively believed I would find myself alone. I was wrong, because the HellBeast King wasn’t done with me. Far from it, in fact, as he told me he had made a vow...a vow to keep me safe. But as my fate started to unravel, revealing more and more...

I tried to run. I tried to hide. But look where it got me: captured and held firmly in the grasp of my HellBeast King. One still intent on completing the claim he feels he has on me. Which I knew meant only one thing: making me his—in every single way. By claiming my heart, then my blood, and...

Amelia: Lego sets, Star Trek and junk food in my pajamas, these used to be how I would spend my safe and lazy days off. Now, what am I doing with my time? High-speed chases, running from Hellhounds, fighting witches, opening boxes that threaten the entire Vampire race....

Writing down your dreams…that sounded pretty harmless right? Turned out, I was sort of good at it. Turned out, it made a good book. Because who knew you could make money from writing about the man of your dreams? Who knew it would pay to fantasize about a fictional character you had fallen in...