Ashleigh Giannoccaro

The Goodbye Man

Addison Cain

Celia Aaron

Julia Sykes

Zoe Blake

Jane Henry

S. J. Cole

Soon you will learn your only salvation is with me. I am the only one who will protect and cherish you. I am the only one who knows everything about you.... every movement, every breath, every thought...I own. You are mine. Be careful to obey me, my love. For my protection will become possession. My fascination an obsession. Love will bleed into hate at the slightest hint of betrayal. You are mine. You will learn your only salvation is with me...or pay the ultimate price. Step into our web of lies, betrayal and murder. One tale twists into another in this macabre collection of horror. This is not a love story. This is what happens when love decays into mania.

A Dark Horror Anthology

Die, My Love

Jennifer Bene

Alta Hensley

Dark. Depraved. Sacrilegious.Each shocking story from these bestselling, dark authors will deform a holy sacrament into a sensually wicked taboo.There is no sanctuary, no light - only darkness - a deep, clawing horror.The blood of the innocent will be shed in a twisted perversion of all you hold dear.You will search in vain for a happy ending. This is your only warning.

Twisted Sacrament

Yolanda Olson

Ally Vance

Anna Edwards

Michelle Brown

Natalie Bennett

Dani René

Jane Anthony

K. S. Marshall

From Ashes to Ashes, and dusk to dusk, there are those that Cocoon themselves in the Little Lies they tell. When the Wreckage keeps them Awake at night, they see the Sickness In The Sunrise. They Ignite everything in their path.When their minds run through the Unbearable and Forbidden Sorrows. Until one day they find the thing that keeps them Grounded. All while others feel the Hostile Takeover of their lives. The constant Loops and The Rows of Tattered Pieces and fragments that plague them. Sometimes those can't be Purged driving them to the edge of madness. *This is an anthology covering topics of mental illness and disorders. There will be triggers.* **All proceeds benefit To Write Love On Her Arms (TWLOHA) a non-profit movement dedicated to presenting hope and finding help for people struggling with depression, addiction, self-injury, and suicide. TWLOHA exists to encourage, inform, inspire, and also to invest directly into treatment and recovery.**

Just Breathe Anthology

Without my box I can't be me Kidnapped by a clown close to the sea He's torn inside where one equals two One I hate, the other I love true Secrets and lies become alibis Sivan is damaged, it's in his eyes Riddles unravel when you know who masters Now Imogene's only home is Masters An eye playing spy held me together When I broke, he broke, two ends of frayed tether We're joined by the past like twin souls in hell Innocent angels molested, and fell I escaped it, but need to go back. To love the man with his face painted black. The circus is known for its eternal magic Our tent of freedom is simply tragic. Once a little girl fell, then she fell for me I'm a fool, and she's a fool for me There's a clown inside us all; a purpose But this life, it's all just a circus.

Cirque

Pins & Needles

The Goodbye Girl

The complete AWAKE series in one book."Maybe next time I kiss you, you'll be awake." When a handsome man walks into her life, Ivy falls hard. He quickly fills her dreams at night, and her thoughts during the day. But, when dreams and reality blur, is a dangerous grey area. Kian can't sleep at night, but watching Ivy as she slumbers has become his addiction -- even before he met her.

Awake The Series

Murphy Wallace

Sorrow slips in quietly when no one is looking - just like I do.It robs them of life and joy - just like me.Sorrow is a killer in the night, murdering hearts and leaving destruction in its wake - and so am I.I am Tristan Sorrow, I stole happiness, and now she is mine.He came in the dead of night to steal me, to take me home. He was sent to rob me of my happiness and murder my hopes.Creeping in slowly, he was an unexpected twist in my tale.But he stole the wrong thing, he made me his Queen.Tristan Sorrow stole my heart - and my life.Every love story is written tragically in the blood of those who fell.

Sorrow's Queen

A boy looked in a window, to see a naughty show Through the pane of pain, the master clown did blow The circus is a holy tent, the keeper of my rhyme Where I forged my chains, creating this pantomime Pretending to be normal, I wait until after dark Then I paint the frown on, get a whore from the park At the bottom of that bed was a darling in a chest She watched with big eyes, horror hooking her from rest She dances for the maniac, twirling on her strings I will make her mine, sharing damaged things I will be her riddle, she will help me grin So why does she run away, she has to let me in No one loves the clown, not even the midget We've gone too far, she will know my secret Love can break the hardest mask, I know this to be true Nightmares have hearts too, I only needed you

Cirque Act 1

Tamsyn Bester

Robin Ash

Dear InstaFAM, I'm in the mother of all situation-ships, and it started with a mother-fluffing bunny from hell, and the sexy, tattooed veterinarian who all but made me adopt her. Okay, maybe that's not exactly how it happened, but that's not important. What is important is that getting under his skin with my Bunny Chronicles on the 'gram has become my new favorite pastime, and with three kids, and my own business, I need some entertainment of the grown-up variety. And he makes me want to do all kinds of grown-up activities. So here's my dilemma: Do I initiate a friends with bunnies kind of thing, or do I ignore how he makes my heart jackrabbit in my chest? I mean, I know I'm a catch, but he has every reason to turn me down because I'm a hot mess all of the time, and it's not likely I'm going to get my sh*t together any time soon. But, if you see him, you'll totally understand why I want to bunny-hop all over his, you know. So, tell me InstaFAM, do I take a chance and hope I won't catch all the feels, or do I keep him in box labeled: My Bunny's Doctor?

Insta [FAM]

OAKLEYMy sister's wedding is across the country. And I don't fly. So I do the next best thing: I schedule an Uber. Do the calculation. That's 2,854 miles, and 44 hours in a car with a complete stranger. You may be wondering what could possibly go wrong, and you'd be right to because who in their right mind would ever Uber across the country with someone they don't know? Me. That's who. And everything that can go wrong? Pretty much does.BASHMy friends and I have a bet. $10 000 for whoever can get the worst rating as an Uber driver. Sounds easy, right? Wrong. Because my passenger proves to be more trouble than she's worth. Unfortunately, I have no choice but to see it through. You see, I went from being a trust fund brat, to a broke brat, and my friends have no idea. Which is why tolerating my passenger is my only option. The question is: will we kill each other on the road, or will we fall into bed together along the way? Only time will tell, and until then we'll just drive each other batsh*t crazy.

Uber G#sm

Michelle Pace

James Crow

Eight authors come together to bring you a collection of dark and deviant tales based on human trafficking. Do you dare to test your ability to survive the depths of depravity that the mind can sink when all bets are off?Sail the high seas with Black Jack and attempt to survive long enough to bear witness to the unnerving moments to come. Run Rabbit Run from the Sellers as they Harvest the secrets hidden in the Carbon mines. Walk the streets with Fancy and attempt to tell The Difference Between what's real and what's a lie. Engage in The Last Dance for the somber encore before the world fades away from your very eyes.Stealing Virtue: Tales of Trafficking for the dearly depraved.

Tales of Trafficking

Stealing Virtue

Southern Design

Underneath these gang tattoos beats a heart three times a year. I'm a slow puncture death, a murderer, a rapist, and a number. I killed my best friend. Death doesn't stalk me, it walks ahead of me by twenty-eight paces. I went home after I sold my soul to the devils. I thought life would begin, I was a free man, instead within days the bullets fly and my last hope dies with the slain. There is nothing left to live for in this world. I belong to the 28s, I'll always belong to the 28s. The woman across the road judges me, she hates me, and takes every opportunity to let me know it. Yet, somehow, when grief etched our names down in the book of the dead, we dared be bold enough to find love. I'm not a good man, and I'm not pretty. I come from the Cape Flats where my life was reduced to a prison cell number. In all this ugliness I found beauty, innocence, and forgiveness. I can't forgive myself for the crimes I've committed, but I'll die trying to earn hers. In a world where nothing matters, she does.

Ashleigh Giannoccaro

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