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A curse trapped me inside my werewolf, and I became the perfect killing puppet for the warlock controlling me. Screams of my victims haunt me. The phantom warmth of blood heats my hands. And guilt eats away at my psyche.

For two days a year, a carousel sings. Humans come, but they do not leave. Gremlins, ghouls, and sincasters need to feed. If paranormals come, they will never be free. They have to put on a show and give the audience the creeps. A demon is a ringmaster, selling souls for the right price. A fortune teller sees his demise. A vampire is used to cry. An angel loses his wings. A banshee calls for help and screams. They will no longer exist after Halloween. It's why they need a Wildes witch. The most powerful one they will ever see.

There's something terribly wrong with the Castleway Circus. When mortals happen inside its big billowy tents, they don't always come out again, and the clown specters who haunt it won't leave me alone. My partner, Quiet, insists we go and investigate. I'd rather have my hands nailed to a moving train—better chance of surviving that as a vampire than whatever haunts the circus. She believes the specters who persist in making our lives more difficult mean no harm. They just want our help, she says. I'm not convinced.

When his wife died, Josh thought his life was over. Their marriage may have been a sham, but she had been his whole world. But he has so much left to live for, and his stepdaughter is going to prove it to him. This Christmas, she has just the surprise he needs to break him out of his slump.

An intricate collage-novel fusing and confusing fact and imagination, Always Crashing in the Same Car is a prismatic exploration of David Bowie through multiple voices and perspectives—the protean musician himself, an academic trying to compose a critical monograph about him, friends, lovers, musicologists, and others in Bowie's orbit. At its core beat questions about how we read others, how we are read by them, how (if at all) we can tell the past with something even close to accuracy, what it feels like being the opposite of young and still committed to bracing, volatile innovation.

Book 2 in this war-filled journey through the crusades and into the depths of the ancient Noctis Bellum. Filled with legendary characters both barbaric and gray, driven by valor and treachery alike!

Descended from the old god of legend, Malcolm Rauor possesses the ability to steal one's sanity. The marquess views his power and the eerie shadows that serve him as an affliction, one dooming him to a lonely immortal existence. Everything changes after a disastrous chance encounter with a witch on the outskirts of his estate. The woman is the mate he'd long ago lost all hope of ever finding.

A fae woman named Tomorrow is set to inherit a wealthy duchy. The one stipulation: she must marry a man of gentle breeding. But to make it to the altar, she'll have to survive her family first. The next in line will stop at nothing to keep her from collecting. When she's introduced to the Unseelie Duke of the Dead, she's certain he's the partner she's looking for. He's dragon-strong and just as big and frightening as he is handsome. Most importantly, he appears to be as down on his luck as she is.