Once betrothed to a man who promised to circumcise her. Kara knew she had only one escape. She ran, stumbling into a world of pain and blood thirst she’d never known existed. A creature of the night turned her into something else. Not long after, she’s abandoned by her maker, leaving her with no answers and an uncontrollable hunger. She broke vampires' most sacred law—don’t kill humans.

The Three Fates and a Mad Queen with a zombie horde collide in this dark mythology retelling of The Grim Reaper, and how she came to be. If you love ONE DARK WINDOW and RED QUEEN, you will love Queens of Moirai.

This is not a fish out of water, enemies to lovers romantasy. This is me—a barely functional adult—attempting to live my best life, which consists solely of reading books, eating cheese, and falling asleep on the couch. It does not include making friends with werewolf chihuahuas, meeting a moth faerie prince, or defeating a boogeyman.

As a witch, I have a healthy dislike for the undead. While they can turn a human, their venom kills those of us with power. At least that was true until I was attacked by a rogue and transitioned into a vampire. Now the entire supernatural community wants answers, including the vampire overseer who had a surprising reaction to my unnatural rebirth. In addition to my sexy undead leader, I am assigned a death dealer mentor to investigate the reason I was targeted and protect my family.

Fantastic. It's just my luck I get turned into a vampire by an Edward Cullen wannabe who has Captain Jack Sparrow as his mentor. He did gift me with immortality, super strength, and a complexion to die for, so I suppose I shouldn't complain. There's only one tiny problem.... I faint at the sight of blood. All I wanted was to have the time of my life with my bestie at Mardi Gras. But you know what they say.... It's all fun and games until someone wakes up dead.

The 1800's city of Geneva is plagued by Darklings, cloaked figures who kidnap and murder it's impoverished residents during the night. While the rich hide safely behind their high stone walls the poor are forced to patrol their own borders to ward off the evil foes. When a nameless, deformed indentured servant comes of age he is commanded by law into the night to protect the city, he becomes an unlikely hero that saves the mayor's daughter from a Darkling attack. But the nameless boy realizes there is more to the Darklings than the city's residents have been told.

When he met her, he knew how it would end. Shade Medici, a warrior king and sole male heir to the dynasty, is expected to mate and produce an heir to secure the continuation of the Medici coven. He's waited over five hundred years for the right mate, and when he meets Kate Reese, his attraction is more than primal—it's merciless. She's also mortal.

Every town has its secrets, but no one has a secret like hers. Amber Blackwood, lifelong resident of Edgehill, Oregon, has earned a reputation for being a semi-reclusive odd duck. Her store The Quirky Whisker is full of curiosities, from extremely potent sleepy teas and ever-burning candles to kids' toys that seem to run endlessly without the aid of batteries. The people of Edgehill think of the Quirky Whisker as an integral part of their feline-obsessed town, but most give Amber herself a wide berth.

When a threat like no other can only be stopped by a perfect assassin team, the organization recruits these two unlikely vigilantes with complementary skill sets. Too bad they can’t stand each other. He’s dangerous. She’s peaceful. He’s loud. She’s meditative. They don’t see eye to eye, but they’ll have to fight side by side. As their target hunts the innocent and threatens to destroy the delicate balance of magic, everything rests on the duo’s ability to work together.

When Zayn, your smoking hot boss, tells you never to touch the cache of deluxe tattoo ink locked away in his office, you listen to him…until the day you run out of your own ink, your squirming client is on the verge of peeing his pants, and your boss is nowhere to be found. Desperate times call for desperate measures, right?