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Twenty years ago I had the best night of my life. He was a musician passing through town and I was the naive college student who fell for his charm. We talked for hours, he made my body come alive, and in the early morning when he left, he promised to call. Spoiler alert. He never did. Wilder was the first man to show me fairytales or happily ever afters don’t exist. Every man I’ve loved since has only confirmed it.

After my husband and I split, he ignored our divorce decree and hasn’t paid me a single dime owed to me. But when my former brother-in-law tells me he needs a fake wife to get his inheritance and save the family business from my ex’s hands, I can’t volunteer fast enough.

I was done for. Profoundly screwed. The issue, of course, was my assistant, Devereux. She was slowly but surely driving me crazy. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. Hiring her was supposed to bring order to my life. Instead, she’d brought disorder. Chaos. Irritation. Malaise. Comfort. Exuberance. Delight. I was obsessed with her. Truly, irrevocably obsessed. She was stubborn. Standoffish. Painfully honest. Take no prisoners efficient.

In two weeks, I'm supposed to become the perfect wife. I don't know or like the man my father chose to marry me off to but I have no say in the matter. That's why when I see Rocco Marchetti, the man I've had a crush on my entire life, I decide he'll be my first. We keep stealing glances and hiding smiles, but I want more. I want one night with him. So what if I'm the daughter of the most feared man in organized crime?

Until a year ago, I had a pretty good handle on my life. I ran my grandmother’s flower shop, lived in the quaint apartment above it, and everything was perfectly fine. Until business slowed, bills piled up, and I started wondering if I’d lose everything. Now, I’m holding it all together by a thread—depending on one major wedding order that could save everything. But, of course, a blizzard hits, and my delivery van breaks down. And who shows up to help? Holden Miller. My first love and the man who broke my heart. Brooding, distant, and somehow even more infuriatingly handsome.

After a messy breakup that left her with no home and no friends, the prospect of taking some time far away to regroup seemed appealing. That was until she saw exactly what awaited her in Moss Creek, Montana. Nothing. Nothing awaited her. The place is just fields and pastures. And cowboys. Lots and lots of cowboys. Which would be great if she was looking for a cowboy. And she’s not.

I am a lesser from a servant world. But even before I was taken? There was no rescue for me. The night sky isn’t the only place that’s filled with darkness. And cages look different, but they’re all the same. I might be fragile as glass, but I shielded my daughter with my own body. I’ll withstand these brutal aliens. Their leader. The one who has blades in his wrists and a fractured look in his eyes? I’m all that stands between him and Earth. But now I think I have the advantage. Because he sees through me, which means he doesn't see what's right in front of him.

I'm a hot mess single mom with no time for players…or anything else. He's a wounded NHL star stuck in the small town he's fought to escape. So we strike a deal to become roomies—Aaron will babysit my little boy to help me through the busiest catering season of the year. In exchange, I'll give him a place to heal away from his overbearing family. The problem? We hate each other (and lust after each other) in equal measure.

So let me get this straight... For the next few days I’ve got myself a grumpy fake husband who’s also kind of my...bodyguard? I guess that’s a better way to spend the weekend than binge-watching reality television, especially since it’s kind of my fault we’re on the run from the mob and I need a protector.

I’m in love with a villain. Ice-cold smile, shiny collection of scalpels, and he’s ravenous to use them on me. Joke's on you, mad scientist. I've been trying to cut this sickness out of me since forever. Not all scars are in a place that you can see. In your frigid alien embrace, I've found myself, so why the hesitation in those pretty silver eyes? You’re the big bad conqueror. I’m just an ordinary human. Right? Put me in your maze. Let the experiments begin...

I came to Morris Ranch to make things right, even though Cici Morris hates me for what she thinks I did to her brother. Keeping my promise to Maverick means living with her contempt, but I can handle that. What I didn’t expect was discovering the ranch is being systematically destroyed—or falling for the fiery woman determined to save her family’s legacy. Now, someone’s threatening not just the ranch but Cici herself, and I’m trapped between the promise I made and protecting the woman I’m falling in love with. If I tell her the truth about that night, I could lose her forever.

At this point in my life, I’ve accepted that I’m going to die alone. But I’d rather be single than be with someone who wants to change me from being a strong woman to a submissive one. And Sebastian Creed is all alpha, all the time. Planning this fundraiser with him is going to be a challenge because he’s not willing to give in and neither am I. But our libidos don’t get the message, and soon, our butting heads turns to bumping uglies. Except the more we have sex, the more a part of me wants to lose all control.

I’m not in the habit of kissing strangers, especially sexy ones. But when my jealous ex comes looking for me, fake-flirting with a handsome city slicker seems like the perfect solution. If only the stranger’s kiss didn’t leave me panting, and if only I hadn’t ended up agreeing to be a tour guide for him and his best friend. I don’t have time to coddle two clueless billionaires in the wilderness, not when my family’s land is being threatened by a shady development scheme. I need all my energy and resources to fight.

Meditation is so much more than mantras and yoga. It's an ancient spiritual discipline, practiced by world religions for thousands of years. Research has shown that it's far more than just "hippie" nonsense. In fact, it's been shown to have positive benefits for both our physical and mental well-being, reducing stress and combating depression and insomnia.

I found it (him) at the bookstore. Love. He was six foot four, lanky, blue-eyed. Jacob Decker was goofy, handsome, and cheesy. There’s no better way to describe him. But what can I expect of an eighteen-year-old boy who’s lived under a rock all his life? I’ll let you into a little secret. I had no idea what to expect. We were each other’s first everything. But the fantasy lasted only a semester. Soon I had to move away. A few years later, he was a rockstar, and I was…Grasping for a lifeline. The problem with first loves is that they never leave you. But they never come back, do they?

Fate brought us together. Our love was written in the stars. But she was no stargazer. I would do anything for her. Protect her at all costs. She’s a dragon. She thinks the world is out to get her. I wish I could tell her that everything was going to be okay.

The rules were simple. Ditch my past for a fresh start in Finn River. Keep my head down, work hard, and stay out of trouble. But trouble has a name: Kirilee St. Claire. She’s sweet and feisty, with legs for days and a wicked stubborn streak that turns my crank. She’s also my new boss’s daughter, wealthy, educated, and way out of my league. And…engaged to a jerk.

I've loved Maeve Wilder my whole life. She's never seen me as more than a friend but that's my fault. By the time I was brave enough to confess my feelings, I was too late. She met the man she would marry and it wasn't me. I missed my chance. Now we're in our thirties, still the best of friends, and I've made peace with the fact my unrequited love will never amount to more than a wild crush. Mostly. But when her husband walks out—leaving her to raise their three children alone, I'm the one who is there to pick up the pieces.

I'm a survivor. Between foster care, handsy step-siblings, and a mountain of toxic ex-boyfriends, I have to be. After barely escaping my last loser, I was attacked in a way I didn't know possible. I should've died. Fate has other plans. Now, I'm forced into a life surrounded by things that go bump in the night, where fairy tales and mythical creatures are real. My mere existence has attracted an entire supernatural world. Both good and bad want to own me, but the only person I belong to is him.

An anthology of 13 twisted tales that take you on a journey of the supernatural through a lens of death and shadows. These are not your average “scary” stories, but a psychological thrill ride that will leave you questioning what is real and what is possible.