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Okay, so it turns out I am a “bad” witch. But I promise to only ever use my black magic powers for good. It's a promise that's soon put to the test, when a zombie shambles into the local bank just before closing. I'm not dead-phobic or anything, but trailing cemetery dirt all over the carpet isn't a great way to make friends.

One man loved me when I didn’t even like myself. The town whispered that we were star-crossed lovers...among other things. He was my first love, but so out of reach with where fate had taken me. With a little girl to look after and a past I wished I didn’t have, things were never going to be easy when it came to my life in this small town. Let alone my love life.

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Just because the coven excommunicated me, doesn't mean I'm a bad witch. Those ladies should learn to take a joke. In the meantime, though, it's left me in a bind. I need to get a real job, in a normal human occupation. Yuck. But when I see a sign at the community centre asking for an assistant - only witches need apply - I feel like my fortunes might be trending up. Sure, there's a murder to solve, a killer on my tail, and a pittance in my bank account, but at least it's not working checkout in a supermarket.

An epic tale of both betrayal and all-consuming love.... Marcus, the villain. Cody Walsh, the FBI agent who knows too much. And Delilah, the lawyer caught in between.

Some love stories are a slow burn. Others are quick to ignite, scorching and branding your very soul before you’ve taken that first breath. You’re never given a chance to run from it. That’s how I’d describe what happened to us. Everything around me blurred and all that existed were his lips, his touch.... The chase and the heat between us became addictive.

His smile is what got me. It was charming but held a hint of the sexy thoughts I was hoping he had in his head like I did with only our first glance. He may be tall, dark, and handsome, but I’m telling you, it was his smile that got me. I’m sure of that detail. Too bad all I did was avert my gaze and let a blush rise up to my cheeks, outing me for having sordid thoughts about my son’s preschool teacher.

There I was, keeping a low profile, until a ghost showed up at the bar. As an Owl Shifter forced to take refuge in the small mountain town of Beechdale, I've got enough trouble on my plate. But when my fellow barmaid is murdered, I feel compelled to investigate. While police pursue my boss as the main suspect, I team up with a handsome journalist who's a few pies short of a picnic. Soon, we're uncovering secrets and eavesdropping on evidential conversations all over town. With the help of wolf-friend Silvana and mouse-flatmate Dee, we sniff out a multitude of suspects.

Zombiegasm brings six stories of pure lust and bloodthirst. The book comprises “Monsters at Play” by Willow Bara; “Breathe” by Clare Castleberry; “The Revelation” by Samantha Zingano; “The Restaurant” by Nyx Moon; “Remains of Love” by H.C. Wurher and “A Longing till the End” by Nikki Ann Cullen. These steamy shorts will be a prized possession for all lovers of horror and eroticism.

Nobody compares to Jack. Nobody. Boys my age will do temporarily, but in the end, I needed him to be mine. My mother was so irresponsible and I knew she didn't deserve him and I didn't care anymore because he completed me. After getting intimate with Randall, I felt like it only further prepared me for Jack. And now, he was finally here. He came to our rescue and I got to be with him. I didn't know what was going to happen, but I was damn sure I was going to sleep with him again. I felt confident about being able to seduce him and now I had my chance.

He tasted like tequila and the fake name I gave him was Rose. Four years ago, I decided to get over one man, by getting under another. A single night and nothing more. I found my handsome stranger with a shot glass and charming but devilish smile at the end of the bar. The desire that hit his eyes the second they landed on me ignited a spark inside me, instant and hot. He was perfect and everything I didn’t know I needed.

We were never meant to be together. He’s a bartender with noncommittal tendencies. I’m looking for…the opposite. Commitment. Period. But drinks and a bet led to something it shouldn’t have: a fake relationship. Worse, a first date, a first kiss…and then more. He’s addictive and I can’t bring myself to accept the reality. That it’s all a lie and I’m fooling myself by thinking he could want more. That I could change him.

I thought I had life all figured out…and then you kissed me.

It's been almost a year since I've seen or heard from Jack. After our night in the hot tub, he kept his distance from our house, only seeing my mom now and then. It's too bad that mom and Jack were on the outs because I missed seeing him. I wanted him and undoubtedly compared him to every other guy I met. I was obsessing about him too much and was kind of glad when Mom told me we were going on a mini-vacation to Diane's cottage.

Today was my 19th birthday, and I felt like a brand new woman. My best friends threw me a surprise party at one of their houses and I bought alcohol for the first time. It was wonderful to feel so liberated for a change. The girls convinced me to let them give me a makeover, changing my style from sweatpants and sweaters to a short skirt and tank top and a push-up bra. I didn't think I'd actually enjoy this, but after a few drinks, I embraced my new, grown-up look.

I was raised to be Jadon Safrin’s enemy. My father was the king of Alidonia and wanted to rule all of the kingdoms, which meant trouble for Jadon when he became king of Farrow. When war threatened to break out between our countries and I met Jadon face-to-face, I realized I could become his greatest weakness. I could either do the right thing, or I could let him crash and burn, paving the way for my family to get their greatest wish. But I’d never met a man like Jadon, pure of heart and unparalleled bravery.

It started with a kiss. A single kiss that shook me to my core. A kiss to silence me, and a kiss to numb the pain. I took his hand and in turn, he took me away. I thought when we ran away, we’d never have to look back. I was wrong. I think Sebastian knew, and so did I, that he’d be pulled back into this life one day. There was no way we could have gotten our happily-ever-after. Scars don’t ever fully go away, and this sinful place is etched into our flesh.

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I scooted my underwear down over my legs and put them in the basket with the rest of my clothes. I crawled up onto the massage bed and laid down on my back, covering myself with the huge towel. As I lay there, inhaling the beautiful aroma in the room, I heard a faint knock at the door. "Come in," I said. "Okay, coming in," I heard a voice respond in a heavy Russian accent. A tall woman with long, red hair entered the room and promptly shut the door behind her. I was immediately blown away by her beauty. There was just something about this woman that I found overwhelmingly attractive.

I never wanted to be a royal. I could leave that to my older brother and sister and be happy. I'd rather see the world, experience life with unjaded eyes, and meet people who liked me based on something other than their expectations. Gentry Barrington saw exactly who I was the first time we met, the real me. My title wasn't part of the equation.