Anne Malcom

I may be the villain of the story, but at least I get a leading role. Evil is a term thrown around history and literature as if it's something so easily definable. A concept to fight against. Evil doesn’t exist. Neither does ‘good.’ Vampires do, though. I just happen to be one. I’ve cruised through the centuries managing to avoid all the wars, supernatural and human, but still going to all the best parties. I would say I avoided bloodshed, but it’s kind of part of the whole ‘vampire’ thing. I’ve lived on the fringes of a society that considered cruelty and sadism favorable character traits for almost five hundred years. Now I'm in the middle of a war that might just put my nonbeating heart in a lot of danger. Battles, I can handle. The impossible attraction between me and the vampire slayer, not to mention the penetrating gaze of the king of our race, on the other hand? I might not get out undead.

Fatal Harmony

Gwen Alexandra does not need a man in her life. Especially not a man who looks like Chris Hemsworth and Joe Manganiello's love child. One wearing leather, riding a Harley, and covered in tattoos. Gwen can bet every pair of her Manolo's that Cade Fletcher is trouble. From the moment she meets him, the attraction sizzles between them. Gwen has a problem when it comes to attractive men in motorcycle clubs. The last one she got involved with almost killed her.After healing physically, Gwen decides to get a new start in a small town, half a country away from the man who nearly cost her her life. She isn't in town five minutes when she runs into Cade, a man that is too sexy and dangerous for his own good.She tries to keep away from him, to ignore the attraction between them. But the biker has other ideas, soon she is in way over her head, and her heart, and her life are in danger once again.

The Sons of Templar MC, #1

Making the Cut

Darkness asked her to dance.It started with a cold stare.An arrangement.A deal with a devil in a bespoke suit.He was wicked. Cruel. No sane person would fall in love with him.But sanity abandoned her the second she agreed to be his.She chose to take his hand.It started with a white dress.With ocean eyes.With a woman he had to have, even though he had no business touching her porcelain skin.She was never meant to enter his world.He dragged her in anyway.It was meant to be about his twisted, selfish desires.She gave him a glimpse of the man he could've been had the world not turned him into a monster.He led her into the abyss.There, in the darkness, she learned wicked things.He knew he'd ruin her life, loving her. So he lied. Like the sinner he was, he broke her gentle, precious heart.Like only a devil could.But the dance had to end.

Lies That Sinners Tell

He collected beautiful things. Rare things. Ripped them out of their natural environment and preserved them in all of their dead splendor. The problem was I wasn't beautiful. I was all of the hideous and ugly realities of the world packaged into one broken human being. He came to kill me. That was his business. Death. He ripped me out of my natural environment, the prison I'd created, and locked me away with all of his beautiful dead things. I hated him. I still hate him. But if I was given the choice and the ability to leave this cage, come back to life, I'd stay dead. In all of my hideous splendor. Because my murderer can only possess dead things. And I can only be possessed by someone more broken and ugly than me.

Birds of Paradise

doyenne.

There's a phrase: Still waters run deep. But there's more to it than that. Because "still" doesn't denote peace. Nor calm. Nor happiness. It's an illusion. It's chaos. The only way to handle chaos is to become it. That's what Lucy did. She created stillness out of the chaos tumbling inside her and called the most chaotic motorcycle club in the United States her family. The Sons of Templar gave her chaos, friendship, family, danger and death. But she wouldn't want it any other way. Then he came. The one who showed her that her handle on chaos was tumultuous at best. Showed her how to stand still. And how good it could be. And how drowning in those waters comes as easy as breathing.

Still Waters

Out of the Ashes

A Thousand Cuts

The dance is over.The battle begins.Broken hearts never heal quite right. Especially when they've been ripped to pieces, torn to shreds. She wasn't supposed to fall in love with him. She'd promised she wouldn't. Stella had known the rules when this began. "I will never love you," he'd said...But he'd lied, because his world had been nothing but pain and hatred. Because he was a powerful man and love left you weak and defenseless. He had loved her. The dark, ugly twisted parts of him had loved her. His love was torture. It was addictive. It was oxygen. But it wasn't enough.His life has been a constant war. But he'd never fought for anyone. Until her.He knew that he was cursing her. Sentencing her to a life that she didn't deserve. That would ruin her. But he had no other choice. He'd fought to be a good man, to let her live without him. But he couldn't live without her. He would fight for her. To get her back. Till death. He wasn't a good man. He was the villain.One who needed her. Who would stop at nothing to get her back.He would prove to her that even his wretched, villainous heart could love her.

Truths That Saints Believe

People make love seem complicated. Intricate. Novels try to capture its intensity; music tries to rein in its soul.I've read every novel I could. I've lived and breathed every song that I could listen to. The sounds fill my unquiet mind.Then he came.Killian.He brought with him the beauty of silence that echoes through my soul and showed me love isn't complicated. It's simple. Beautiful.Some say love at first sight doesn't exist, that you can't find your soul mate at sixteen years old. Those are people rooted in reality, chained to the confines of life that dictates how you are meant to think. Killian broke those chains. He broke everything, shattered it so I can see that reality is overrated, that daydreams can somehow come to life.My life tumbled into darkness in the time after I met him, so dark I'm not sure I'll ever see the light again. But he is always at my side. His life means he knows how to navigate the dark and he can lead me out.I wade through the darkness with him at my side.We'll be together forever; I'm certain of that.Until I'm not.Note: This is book one of two. Killian and Lexie's story does not end here and will be continued in a following book.

Echoes of Silence

Recipe for Love

My name's Rosie and I come from a dynasty of sorts... the Sons of Templar, maybe you've heard of them. I just happen to be the daughter of one of the founding members and am the sister of the current president. The fact I'm a woman means I don't wear the patch, but it'll never change the fact that I'm a Templar by blood. We're known as royalty in the outlaw world. Though, the dynasty is dancing on the right side of the law these days. That doesn't mean that the law and those who enforce it are friends. It will remain the one constant in my tumultuous life. The one rule in our law-free existence. Befriending the law and those that enforce it is a betrayal. Which means me being one half of a doomed love is that much more comical when he's a cop. Or was. Before I went and ruined it all. Before he shattered that shield he wore to protect society in order to protect me. He saved me and I damned him. I damned myself too, but to be honest, I was damned long before that.

Shield

Everyone expects the fairy tale from me.Because on the outside, I look like I live in a fantasy.I'm a hopeless romantic.I fall in and out of love. I change careers, zip codes and hair colors on a whim. I'm a free spirit without a care in the world. I'm the one that loves everyone and hates no one.But I've got a secret...I'm not a free spirit.Not really.I'm not free at all. My life is only designed to look chaotically peaceful.I'm only designed to look like that.Peace is lost to me.Because I'm trying to escape something. Trying to escape him.My life isn't a fairy tale.It's time the world saw that.

The Problem with Peace

Amy Abrams doesn't do love. Nor does she do emotional attachments, unless you count the connection she has with designer handbags. She grew up in an Upper East Side penthouse, which had about as much affection within its tastefully decorated walls as Castle Dracula. Her family is the precise reason why she points her red-soled heels firmly in the opposite direction of that dreaded four-letter word. Then it happens. Love. It comes right out of the blue and knocks her off her six-inch heels. She learns that love comes with pesky side effects such as heartbreak, which seriously messes with the complexion. Amy promises herself that she'll never open herself to that horrible feeling again. She doesn't count on an infuriating, albeit drool-worthy biker to roar into her life and ruin the plans she had of locking up her heart. She keeps her distance, wary of the sinfully sexy biker whose tattoos should read Warning - dangerous alpha male, will screw up your life. Amy may be an Upper East Side princess but she wasn't looking for Prince Charming. She wouldn't mind the name of his hair stylist, though. Brock certainly isn't a knight in shining armor, but he consumes her, body and soul. Drama pulls them apart; danger will bring them back together. When Amy is threatened Brock is there ready to save her life. Her heart is another story.

Firestorm

Love can be a beautiful thing.It can fill up your life with the warmth of its embrace and spread to every corner of your mind.It can quiet your soul.But when that love turns wrong, it twists and warps into something bitter and unrecognizable.The pain of it promises unyielding noise in place of that half-remembered silence.Lexie has lived with this pain for four years, pouring it into music that transformed Unquiet Mind into the most famous rock band in the world.But fame can also turn ugly, curl into that bitter version of love and endanger everything Lexie holds dear.The moment Lexie's life is threatened, he comes back to ensure she stays alive.Killian.He's not just back to save her life, he's back to save her soul and to claim what's his.Problem is, someone else already considers Lexie his, and he'll kill to make sure she stays that way.

Skeletons of Us

This isn't a fairy tale. I'll save you the trouble by telling you that now. This is the tale of a girl who spent her life bouncing around foster homes, who had her innocence stolen in the darkness before she knew it was something that could be lost. Her demons followed her everywhere, after that night. They chased her to the medical school she dropped out of, to the strip club she sold herself in, and finally caught her in a river of sin where they tried to drown her. My name is Bex and this is my story. I'm paddling, barely keeping my head above water. And even though I'm submerged, I'll never be clean. The layer of dirt that has clung to me since birth is a tattoo I'll wear for life. He can't see it, though. Even when I'm torn and tattered, and left in pieces, he wades into the filth to try to put those pieces back together. He doesn't seem to understand there's nothing left to repair. To love. Just sullied fragments of a damned soul. He's willing to damn himself in order to exact revenge on those who sent me to the pit. Problem is, my name is at the top of that list, since I not only damned my own soul, but his too. *Contains dark subject matter and potential triggers **Can be read as a standalone

Dauntless

Souls are interesting things. Not something you can prove you possess. Not something that can be measured, like a heartbeat. But something that can be destroyed by the absence of a heartbeat. No, you cannot prove you possess a soul. But once that soul dies, there doesn't need to be proof that you don't have one. Once that blackened pit opens inside you, the world can see it. The world cowers from it. Gage knew this because his soul was long gone. He was glad to be rid of it. He was filled with depraved satisfaction that he could make the world cower from him. That he could burn the world to the ground and he didn't have anything-like a soul or a conscience-to stop him. Until her. The woman who proved to him that she had a soul. That he might have something left of his. The woman who tricked the world, blinded it to the truth. Hid expertly what was broken and ruined inside her. Though he was about to prove that there was nothing more broken than him. No one more broken. He'd prove that by destroying them both.

Battles of the Broken

I was a movie star.I'd let the world convince me I was nothing more than that.Until him...Duke is employed to protect me. To make me disappear before I testify. Nothing more.There aren't many places in the world that someone like me can disappear to. Not when billions of people know my name. I'd worked hard to make it that way. To hide underneath layers of fame, beauty and wealth.A ranch in Montana offers escape. Safety. But those Montana skies don't let me hide. Not from myself.Not from the truth.I'm no longer a movie star.I'm a witness. I'm a job. I'm a woman slowly falling in love with a man that despises me.He's tasked to protect my life, instead he ruins my soul.

Resonance of Stars

Words are my weapon. Stories wrap around my soul, choking me, capturing you. I don't work in dreams. I don't offer escapes. I cage you within my nightmares. Magnolia Grace is a horror writer, despite what the name might suggest. One of the best in the business, if you asked around. Pressure comes with that title. Expectation for the next nightmare. The next bestseller. Sickness. That's what it is. She can't be healthy. Because that means she won't write. And she hasn't been writing. A looming deadline and a crumbling psyche drive her into the woods. To a cabin which was the site of a grizzly murder. A serial killer, butchering women, toying with her. Her plan is to borrow some of the horror that seeped into the soil. But hers follows her. The woods are meant to be her escape. But they are almost her demise. Almost. He was an unlikely saviour. An unexpected muse. He has horrors of his own. A motorcycle club looking to settle a score. A soul too broken to offer her anything but pain.

Anne Malcom

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