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London, 1930s: Rachel Savernake has been invited to a private view of an art exhibition at a fashionable gallery. The artist, Damaris Gethin, known as 'the Queen of Surrealism', is debuting a show featuring live models pretending to be waxworks of famous killers. Before her welcoming speech, Damaris asks a haunting favour of the amateur sleuth: she wants Rachel to solve her murder. As Damaris takes to a stage set with a guillotine, the lights go out. There is a cry and the blade falls. Damaris has executed herself.

As a pair of young scholars research the lives of two Victorian poets, they uncover their letters, journals, and poems and track their movements from London to Yorkshire - from spiritualist seances to the fairy-haunted far west of Brittany. What emerges is an extraordinary counterpoint of passion and ideas.

Hacienda San Isidro was meant to be Beatriz's haven, her salvation from an oppressive life with her uncle and his vicious wife. When Don Rodolfo Solórzano proposed, Beatriz dreamed only of the security his estate in the countryside would provide, ignoring the rumors surrounding his first wife's demise and his sinister allegiances. She will have her own home again, no matter the price. But the house has ideas of its own. Visions and voices claw at Beatriz, stealing her sleep, and the weight of invisible eyes follows her every move.

When it comes to my name, everyone thinks that they know who I am. To some people, I'm the billionaire that just got named CEO of his family's company and has all the money in the world. To others, I'm the guy that opened up his home to his brother's children and raised them as his own. What they don't know is while I am those things, I'm also something else. Something darker. Something more corrupt and I will stop at nothing to get my hands on what I want.

Weapons are not born, they're made. And a weapon, I have become. I am the scythe that will cleave the Gods' traitorous heads from their not-so-Divine bodies. Forced to the dangerous Ortus Island and the very first Mortal Gods Academy, I know that time is running out for both me and the Darkhavens. If we can't figure out what the Gods are planning and how to stop them, it's no longer just our lives on the line. It's the lives of every Mortal God in existence.

Vic Wood knows her priorities: scrape by on her restaurant wages, take care of her younger brother Henry, and forget their mother ever existed. But Vic’s careful life crumbles when Henry reveals that their long-missing mother belonged to the Acheron Order—a secret society of witches tasked with keeping the dead at bay. What’s worse, Henry inherited their mother’s magical abilities while Vic did not, and Henry has been chosen as the Order's newest recruit.

Nurse Nellie Lester thinks she can escape death. Fleeing Chicago at the height of the 1918 Spanish flu, she takes a nursing job at a decrepit manor on a desolate Michigan island. She’s convinced the island holds the secret to her family’s murky past. Soon after her arrival, the frozen body of the prior nurse is unearthed. Haunted nightly by a ghostly presence, Nellie is convinced the nurse’s murder and her father’s fate are connected and dives into the mystery.

When George Allenby is put in charge of building a lake in the grounds of an imposing Irish manor house, he intends to do the job as swiftly as possible and return to Belfast. Allenby is still wrestling with his time as an officer during the First World War, burdened by the many things he could have done differently.

Nestled in the shadows of the Mori Forest lies The Ivy Institute. It may look like something out of a fairytale, but if the rumors are true, it’s where nightmares reign.

Deceitful. Arrogant. Cold. Those are the three perfect words to sum up my husband to be. After little deliberation, my parents decide Isiah Darcy is the perfect suitor. He’s rich, British, and the perfect ally for the Benedetto family business. I can’t stand him, but they don’t care what I want. He’s stuck up and has little respect for women. Once we’re married, he makes it painfully clear I have no rights. I’m nothing more than a puppet. A way for him to get what he’s always wanted. Revenge on my family for something that happened years ago. My husband wants to tear my family apart.

Exiled. For six long years. But my father is dead now and I’m head of the Montague Family. I’m not going to stay hiding in the shadows any longer. No, I’m going to get my revenge starting with her; Rose Capulet. The love of my life. By the time I’m finished she, and everyone in this city will understand the monster I’ve become. The monster they made of me. I’m going to take this city. I’m going to take everything they love and leave them with nothing but the ashes.

In the first of a brand-new series set in Victorian England, a young woman returns home from India after the death of her family to discover her identity and inheritance are challenged by the man who holds her future in his hands.

They were a perfect and beautiful family - until a heartbreaking tragedy shattered their happiness. Now, for the sake of an inheritance that will ensure their future, the children must be hidden away out of sight, as if they never existed. They are kept in the attic of their grandmother’s labyrinthine mansion, isolated and alone. As the visits from their seemingly unconcerned mother slowly dwindle, the four children grow ever closer and depend upon one another to survive both this cramped world and their cruel grandmother.

Last night I dreamt I went to Manderley again.... The novel begins in Monte Carlo, where our heroine is swept off her feet by the dashing widower Maxim de Winter and his sudden proposal of marriage. Orphaned and working as a lady's maid, she can barely believe her luck. It is only when they arrive at his massive country estate that she realizes how large a shadow his late wife will cast over their lives - presenting her with a lingering evil that threatens to destroy their marriage from beyond the grave.

When she stumbles across the advert, she's looking for something else completely. But it seems like too good an opportunity to miss: a live-in nanny position, with a staggeringly generous salary. And when Rowan arrives at Heatherbrae House, she is smitten by the luxurious 'smart' home fitted out with all modern conveniences, by the beautiful Scottish Highlands, and by this picture-perfect family. What she doesn't know is that she's stepping into a nightmare - one that will end with a child dead and her in a cell awaiting trial for murder.

She's finally under my complete control, yet it's not enough. I hold her body captive but not her heart. She has no money. Nowhere to go. No one to turn to for help. She knows I took everything from her to make her mine, so she fights me at every turn. This began as a game, but she needs to understand that I will do anything to win. Anything. She is my possession. Nothing, and no one, not even her, will keep us apart. One way or another, I'll get what I want. And I want her...all of her.

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The year is 1899 and Sonia Wilson is a scientific illustrator without work, prospects, or hope. When the reclusive Dr. Halder offers her a position illustrating his vast collection of insects, Sonia jumps at the chance to move to his North Carolina manor house and put her talents to use. But soon enough she finds that there are darker things at work than the Carolina woods. What happened to her predecessor, Halder’s wife? Why are animals acting so strangely, and what is behind the peculiar local whispers about “blood thiefs?”

In a world devastated by a deadly zombie outbreak, Rise and his vampire coven hide within the eerie sanctuary of Owl Court, a crumbling refuge in a landscape haunted by both the undead and their own darker instincts. While the outside world drowns in chaos, the tension within their walls is just as dangerous. Rise’s intense, unbreakable bond with Cypriot, his human lover, stirs a love that defies life, death—and even the end of the world. But this isn’t just survival.

Es ist kein Märchen. Aber es könnte eines werden. Jedenfalls, sofern der Präsident des MC Sons of Ragnarök das Sagen hat. Wie das Licht einer Straßenlaterne einen Nachtfalter, so zieht mich die zarte Gestalt auf dem dunklen, menschenleeren Supermarktparkplatz an. Doch im Gegensatz zur Motte weiß ich ganz genau, dass es mein Verderben sein wird, wenn ich diesem Bedürfnis nachgebe. Kann mich das zurückhalten? Gottverdammt! Natürlich nicht. Ohne Rücklagen ein Kosmetikstudio eröffnen? Mit Mitte zwanzig sollte das prinzipiell kein Problem darstellen.