Livres - Bibliographie

Born into a feud that has lasted since the beginning of time, I know better than anyone that stepping inside of the Irish mob territory is a death sentence.

Eoin Ó Ceallaigh is a sinful, bloodthirsty savage whose empire thrives on violence and debauchery. His reputation proceeds him… one that is well known for draining La Rosas like me dry.

Still, I can't let my one chance slip through my fingers.

I will stake Eoin through his cold, lifeless chest and take my rightful place as head of the Sicilian Mafia.

Or I'll lose my soul to the bloodlust of the damned.

Only one thing is for sure… I refuse to remain under my father's shadow any longer.

You better watch out, you better not cry…

Krampus is coming to town.

It’s the night before Christmas, and Noelle is down on her luck…and the holly jolly spirit. She thinks she’s going to have yet another quiet night alone sipping spiked egg nog when a helpful stranger suddenly appears.

When she unknowingly invites the notorious Krampus into her home, Noelle’s night takes a sexy turn as he shows her exactly what happens to the girls on Santa’s naughty list.

This novella is suitable for audiences 18+. Prepare yourself for the improper use of Christmas lights, the hanging of ornaments from questionable places, and massive misuse of mistletoe.

Evangeline

As a psychologist, I’ve handled my fair share of difficult patients. I’ve listened to their horror stories; I’ve assisted with their demons and the ghosts that haunt them at night.

Those internal struggles are not foreign to me. After all, I battle against a monster inside my own head.

But I might have met my match in my newest patient.

Sutton

The townsfolk call me a monster after the incident that led me into the good doc’s care.

Monsters are not unfamiliar to me. I was raised by one, so it only makes sense I would become one.

But the more time I spend with the doctor, the more I sense something familiar within her.

Is she like me? A monster?

In the shadowy mountains of eastern Kentucky, two powerful minds collide. Passions flare, professional boundaries are crossed, and a person’s deepest desires are caressed to the surface. When a killer suddenly strikes in town and the only suspect is Evangeline’s newest patient, she struggles with her moral compass.

A good doctor she might be, but she never said she was a good person.

Welcome to Wylde Hollow, where the real estate is cheap because your neighbors are monstrous

Darby

When Darby Roe moves to Wylde Hollow, she feels confident she can handle herself amongst the worst of the worst of the monster world. A powerful witch in her own right, Darby moves to the picturesque town looking for solitude. At first, it seems like she’s found the peace she’s been searching for… until she runs afoul her cranky stag neighbor, Oisin.

Oisin

Oisin Renwick hates cats, hates witches, and hates springtime—in that order—and wouldn’t you know it, his new neighbor is a witch, with a cat familiar, that stirs up the spring pollen when she moves in and starts planting a flower garden. He moved so far out into the forest to stay 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 from people; to keep them safe from his beast. But now spring is here and rut is upon him…and his cute little neighbor won’t be safe for long.

Hot chocolate, snowflakes, jingling bells, and… monsters?

That’s what Christmas has in store for you this year!

Add a little spice to your holiday festivities by diving into this collection of monster-loving heroines who find love in the most unusual of places.

A grifter.

An unavoidable draft.

A case of mistaken identity.

Life was never easy for Alier. Her teeth were sharpened by hardships and she could bite down to the bone. She thought smuggling corpses from her village would be as difficult as life could get…

Until her coin pocket ran short.

Until death’s crow landed on her doorstep in the shape of plague that stole her parents from her.

Until she was left alone to be the sole caretaker for an older brother hellbent on his own ruin.

Until a letter arrives from the King, demanding one soldier from each household.

Forced to answer the King’s demands, she finds herself living a lie and taking on the name and knighthood of her elder brother. In a land of serpent tongues and riddles, Alier finds herself face to face with a Fae princeling that could unveil her secret identity.

War brews both outside the castle walls and within Alier’s heart as she fights for her right to stay…because giving up would mean certain death.

Hidden in the wild forests of the Appalachian Mountains is a school of magic…and mystery.

Ezra Bishop’s life crumbles apart after a devastating loss, sending her and her twin sister across the country to a prestigious boarding school for bloodline witches. Gravewood Academy seems like the ideal place for the sisters to attempt to restart their lives, but it isn’t long before the peace at the school is broken when one of the students goes missing.

One of many.

When someone close to her is threatened, Ezra is forced to face a mystery that has haunted the academy for centuries. Unraveling the truth of the disappearances goes deeper than Ezra is prepared for, and she finds herself digging up the grave of a terrifying secret.

Forging a tense alliance with the headmaster’s sons, Ezra quickly realizes she may be better off on her own as she discovers the boys are harboring dangerous secrets of their own. But the enemy is closing in, and as children continue to go missing, Ezra recognizes that she must lay everything on the line to protect those she cares about…even her life.

It’s a game they play every year at my new college.

A game called Murder.

Think of it like hazing—the older students are assigned freshman with the slip of a note under their door and they spend the semester plotting out creative ways to kill us. There are rules so it isn’t easy.

1. No victim shall be nude when murdered

2. No victim shall be accompanied by an adult when the murderer strikes

3. No victim shall be off campus during the murder

4. No victim shall suffer true bodily harm from the murderer

The rules make the game more challenging, but they also keeps us safe. The murderers can’t truly hurt us and no one actually dies.

It’s just a game, after all.

Until this year.

This year we all have blood on our hands.

When Imogen’s sister is found on the banks of Hollow Cove, her world is capsized.

She’s spent years trying to convince herself that the sleepy, coastal town she grew up in is nothing but a nightmare. Yet she still finds herself back in the place she swore she’d never return to. That’s when she meets him.

The mysterious stranger seems too good to be true, and she’ll soon learn that he’s a man she never should have tangled with.

Dark secrets are uncovered, and lies that were meant to stay in their graves rise to the surface.

Will she find her sister’s murderer and discover the truth about the town once and for all? Or, will she meet the same fate as so many others and end up headless?

Deep in the Grimshaw forest, monsters lie in wait, lurking with an eagerness that puts the entirety of Odd Hollow on edge. A town precariously perched on the ever-thinning veil between the living and the dead, three dangerous souls hold the line: the Casket Boys, Hollow Priests tasked by the church to protect the town.

The trio - Penn Colburn, Tierney Blackwood, and Brander Renwick - face a pressing mystery when Safira Ransley stumbles into town. Alone and inexplicably uninjured, she’s somehow been entirely spared from the Grimshaw’s vicious jaws.

Is the strange woman in their midst the reason the Revenants are back with a vengeance?

And can these men fight back against Grimshaw’s monsters without succumbing to their own?

It was supposed to be where the lost found the light of God.

A safe haven, a place of prayer. But I knew what the 24 well-maintained acres of St. Mary's Assimilation School for Wayward Souls really were: a prison meant to drown us in the word of God.

But not her.

She was a stolen breath, a succulent bite of Eve's apple, a temptation I'd follow down to where the darkest sins burrowed deep.

Our mutual descent feels less of a plunge and more of a slow, tantalizing drip, pooling like honey on blasphemous tongues.

May God forgive me—I plan to savor each sinful drop.