Selena Winters

She calls me her savior. She has no idea what I really am.I’ve saved countless lives as a combat medic and EMT. I’ve taken more than a few as a vigilante. Both require steady hands and no hesitation.When Morgan Cole collapsed at her office Christmas party, everything changed. One touch, and...

Dancing prepared me for many things—but not for being stalked and devoured by The Dexter twins.The moment I agreed to enter the Hollow's Hunt, I sealed my fate. Now, I'm being stalked through this twisted labyrinth by not one but two predators who share more than just blood.Ace watches from...

I escaped his collection. Now I'm hunting them all.I learned the difference between a cage and freedom the hard way—locked in Nikolai Vex's carefully curated prison, I was just another possession. Just another prize. But I got out. I learned to fight. I learned to survive in the underground...

I’ve done a lot of bad things. Killing. Stealing. Breaking men who deserved it. But falling for my dead brother-in-arms’ daughter? That’s the sin that’ll ruin me.

I thought I'd be the one doing the hunting at the Hollow's Hunt, but now I'm on my knees, captivated by Julian Frost's irresistible dominance. Becoming prey was never on the cards—until Julian Frost walked in and his gaze ignited something forbidden I've spent years denying.

As Chicago's most respected food critic, I thought I'd tasted it all. Until I encountered Adrian Vale's chocolates—and the darkness lurking beneath their perfect shells.

The problem with stalking a predator? Sometimes, they decide to keep you. I study killers for a living. I analyze their methods, dissect their psychology, and share their darkest deeds with my podcast listeners, but I’ve never encountered anyone like Remy.

I never expected to be running for my life, and I certainly never thought the man hunting me would be Knox Blackwood—the same man I’ve spent three months despising.

Politics prepared me for many battles—but not for becoming the prize in three men's war against my father. I thought entering the Hollow's Hunt would be my rebellion, my escape from the suffocating expectations of being Ravenwood Hollow's golden daughter.

He is the night's reckoning, the shadow that haunts my dreams. This year, he wants more than just my fear. Halloween is a celebration of the bizarre, the unexpected, the dark. And I've always had a twisted enjoyment that dances with the macabre.

Seeking an escape from my monotonous life in Willow Creek, I eagerly stepped into the carnival's vibrant chaos, unaware that everything was about to change. I was simply chasing a thrill, never expecting to stumble into the arms of Lars—a captivating mechanic shrouded in mystery.

In the once-quiet town of Willow Creek, my life was a steady beat, a rhythmic routine, until the carnival stormed in, a whirlwind of chaos and danger.

When I escaped my broken past, a shell of the woman I wanted to be, I discovered a dazzling carnival that offered a new beginning and a chance to reclaim my power. The moment I met Colt and Nash, everything changed.

Embracing the Hollow’s Hunt felt like strutting onto the stage of a thrilling performance, especially with Vane Blackwood lurking in the wings.

I signed away my freedom for seventy-two hours, agreeing to be hunted through a maze by fifteen masked men. The Hallow's Hunt—the Blackwood brothers' most closely guarded secret.

Trapped in the wilderness of Norway, he became both my protector and predator. When I set off to the remote wilderness of Norway for my atmospheric research, I envisioned rain drenched landscapes and fierce weather patterns, not the brooding and dangerously attractive hunter, Aksel.

Maddox, a tattooed giant of a man, a fugitive turned recluse, has been living in the shadows. But his obsession ignites when he sees a photo of me online after booking his cabin, the golden girl with a silver spoon.

I was the girl who ran from nightmares until Fordhurst promised me a dream. All my life, I’ve been a pawn. A bargaining chip for my family, a trophy for my fiancé. I’m not a person to them, just an asset to own and control.

Some daughters inherit empires. I chose to inherit chaos when I fell for the ringmaster.

As a forensic psychologist, I thought I understood the shadows that lurk in the hearts of men. But when my peaceful home town is shattered by a string of gruesome murders, I find myself drawn into a web of intrigue and desire.