I have no memory of my past life. Not even a name. All that remains is an aching sadness when I see the spot on my finger where a ring used to be.

Now I’m not even human, if I ever was. I sleep like the dead through the day, and at night hunger drives me to hunt and kill. My prey are the worst humanity has to offer, but who is the real monster, when I slaughter them like animals for their blood?

Until him.

Now I’m the hunted.

From the cow fields of Connecticut to the streets of San Francisco, Joe Clifford’s Junkie Love traverses the lost highways of America, down the rocky roads of mental illness to the dead ends of addiction. Based on Clifford’s own harrowing experience with drugs as a rock ’n’ roll wannabe in the 1990s, the book draws on the best of Kerouac & the Beats, injecting a heavy dose of pulp fiction as it threads a rollicking narrative through a doomed love triangle, lit up by the many strange characters he meets along the way. Part road story, part resurrection tale, Junkie Love finds a way to laugh in one’s darkest hour, while never abandoning its heart in search of a home.

Lakisha Drinkwater is the best Singer in the quadrant. Which means the last thing she was expecting is her latest assignment…

The boss lady is sending her to an Inheritor-ruled backwater planet to babysit the heir apparent, for reasons that are about as clear as space mud. But the StarReaders have spoken, and Fixers do what they’re told – especially if they work for Yesenia Mayes.

So Kish is headed for the boondocks, prepared to be a dutiful cog. But Bromelain III isn’t going to make that easy – and neither is the heir apparent.

On the outside, Peyton Williams has the perfect life: influential parents, successful siblings, and wealth at her fingertips. But to Peyton, there is more to life that what you have and who you know. College is her ticket out—her ticket to find her own path, her own life.

Intelligence and talent are Wyatt Parker’s tickets out the scrutiny of his family-life and upbringing. Determined to break out of the stereotypes that suffocate him, Wyatt takes academics and sports seriously. But when he starts tutoring the gorgeous, but aloof, Peyton, he sees that there’s more to her than he realized.

I’m Rian MacCaren, owner of the Midnight Agency, and I deal in supernatural cases no one wants or is equipped to handle. Being Nephilim, part-angel, and part-human, you’d think it would give me an edge on the bad guys. That is not always the case…
A killer has set his eyes upon the city of Fort Collins, Colorado. Exotic Dancers are showing up dead; strung up like puppets and with very few leads as to who is doing it. The situation gets heated when I am able to see the through the eyes of the victims.

As soon as I get over my ex, her father hacks her mother apart with a sword.

She hires me to prove dark magic was involved. Hey, it’s what I do as a paranormal investigator, so I get why she thinks I can help.

But my secretary, Esther, a ghost from the 1920s flapper era, and Kelly Chan, my magically engineered protector, are dead-set against me getting involved. With all the deadly magic flying around, they may have a point.

Because the sad truth is, I don’t have any magic of my own.

Alone with Mr. Darcy….

Elizabeth Bennet can’t imagine anything worse than being stranded by a blizzard in a tiny cottage with proud and unpleasant Mr. Darcy. But being trapped there for days – and nights – with an injured and confused Mr. Darcy who keeps saying the oddest things about her is even worse. At least he possesses the useful ability of lighting a fire to keep them from freezing to death. But when he puts his arms around her, she discovers the hearth isn’t the only place he knows how to build a fire. And the little half-frozen kitten he finds in a woodpile isn’t proving to be much of a chaperone.