Kat Blackthorne

Ash Grove is a fine place to die.

Blythe has accepted her fate and is tired of running. Who would miss her anyway? She attends her new and eccentric town’s month long Halloween masquerade for one last party before meeting her end. But what will she find...and what will find her?

A man in a skeleton mask is watching...and he’s not the only one.

She’s being hunted by a devil she knows and a ghost she doesn’t. But all is not what it seems in Ash Grove. Not all masks are made of paint and leather. Some are made of flesh and smiles. What’s lurking behind the ordinary facade in this space that swings between Mayberry and Gotham?

Ghost has killed before, he’ll kill again, and his sights are set on Blythe.

The grown up ghost story for anyone who loves Halloween and is ready to meet and fall in love with their new favorite monster.

Tricks and treats lurk around every jack o'lantern and gravestone in this grown up Halloween themed paranormal monster romance. Meet witches, vampires, wolves, and ghouls, and maybe a few odd birds and pirates too. Sink your teeth into this paranormal urban fantasy romance and get ready for all the Halloween vibes.

Come to Ash Grove with an open mind, choose your mask, sit, and stay a spell...if you dare.

Ghost: The Halloween Boys is book one in a monster romance reverse harem series. There will be no choosing between the love interests, though they're each possessive. Dual POV, spicy, and spooky, intended for ages 18+. Please see the detailed list of content information on author’s site before listening.

The Halloween boys - Book 1

Ghost

I, lying in bed with snacks since before eight, would like to confirm that it is indeed a lot of fun. 

Stephanie 

“What do you do for fun?” His question caught me off guard. 

And, obviously, my head wasn’t a very reliable place to spend time in.

Apparently, all it took for me to hopelessly fantasize about someone was the smallest amount of human decency.

For some strange reason, the odd, the strange, the dark and gloomy had always comforted me. Like an inky blanket of night, it soothed me more than any warm summer’s day.

“Yeah, of course I did. Using your demon prowess to impress a girl is a new low, even for you.” 

I scoffed, “Oh, and using your vampire touch to make a girl into you for the day wasn’t the scummiest thing you’ve ever done?”

"Have I fantasized about a hero? Sure. But I don’t need you."

I appreciatively scooped a mouthful of salsa, careful not to spill on my delicate crop top. It would be like me to be in a sexy get-up with food stains.

This is the best example for how easy and effortless it could be to write more inclusive books. I appreciate this so much. 

“Brother, sister, or sibling?” she asked, taking me off guard.  “Um . . . ,” I stammered, glancing nervously at the swaying willow vines. 

The witch that called me over whispered, “They’re just asking your pronouns, sweetie.”

I loved girls that talked a lot. I loved women with lots of opinions and so many thoughts their words flew faster than their minds could keep up with. For someone quiet, like myself, it was the perfect escape from my inner world of turmoil.

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