Mildred has control… Tim and Holly, realizing they are helpless, are grateful when a stranger knocks on their door – but can he help? Andrew...

Feature Fiction || Anger is an Acid by Michael Clark


Mildred has control… Tim and Holly, realizing they are helpless, are grateful when a stranger knocks on their door – but can he help? Andrew Vaughn, a haunted man, is on-scene, hoping to lend a hand – against his will. 

Meanwhile, the “ghost story” is becoming national news and attracting attention that Tim can’t afford. Holly can’t stay in the house any more and draws a line. Confidence is low, and pressure builds. Meanwhile, Mildred listens to almost everything they say. 

Is there any way around her anger? 

Or will they die in vain, as they desperately search for Tim’s daughters?

  

Bailey and Quinn are back for one last action-filled adventure! A corrupt police chief is on the loose, and it falls to Bailey and...

Feature Fiction || The Flame Game by R.J. Blain


Bailey and Quinn are back for one last action-filled adventure!


A corrupt police chief is on the loose, and it falls to Bailey and Quinn to put an end to him before he finds some way to weaponize the spreading rabies virus, create yet another batch of potent gorgon dust, and otherwise wreck Bailey’s happily ever after.

With a pair of orphaned gorgon whelps to care for, more animals she can shake a stick at, and her husband’s determination to make the world a perfect place for her, Bailey has her hands full. To protect everyone she loves, she must embrace her dubious role as the Calamity Queen and rain hell down on those who stand in her way.

The Flame Game is on.

Warning: this novel contains two fire-breathing unicorns on a napalm bender, action, adventure, chaos, mayhem, humor, and bodies. Proceed with caution.

 

Waking up at the foot of your own grave is no picnic…  especially when you can’t remember how you got there. Cursed with powers she can’t n...

Feature Fiction || Night Watch by Annie Anderson


Waking up at the foot of your own grave is no picnic… especially when you can’t remember how you got there.

Cursed with powers she can’t name, Sloane Cabot has vowed to catch the Rogue who turned her into a monster and killed her family. Too bad a broodingly hot mage is bound to keep her on the straight and narrow.

Whether she likes it or not…




Sometimes the mantles we shun are the only ones that can keep us safe. A hidden threat has risen and it’s up to me to stop it. But time isn...

Feature Fiction || Reaper Unleashed by Debbie Cassidy


Sometimes the mantles we shun are the only ones that can keep us safe.

A hidden threat has risen and it’s up to me to stop it. But time isn’t on my side.

While war hovers on the horizon in the Underealm, I’m pulled into a pack issue I didn’t see coming.

Blood will be shed.

Lives will be lost.

I just hope my loved ones aren’t amongst the casualties.

A kickass Urban fantasy with a why choose romance. Vampires, ghosts, angels, and demons. Perfect for readers who enjoy forbidden romance, enemies to lovers, or friends to lovers.


In the summer of 1844, Tom Lyman flees to Bonaventure, a transcendentalist farming cooperative tucked away in eastern Connecticut, to hide ...

Guest Post || Jackson Kuhl - What Makes a Book Gothic?


In the summer of 1844, Tom Lyman flees to Bonaventure, a transcendentalist farming cooperative tucked away in eastern Connecticut, to hide from his past. There Lyman must adjust to a new life among idealists, under the fatherly eye of the group’s founder, David Grosvenor. When he isn’t ducking work or the questions of the eccentric residents, Lyman occupies himself by courting Grosvenor’s daughter Minerva.

But Bonaventure isn’t as utopian as it seems. One by one, Lyman’s secrets begin to catch up with him, and Bonaventure has a few secrets of its own. Why did the farm have an ominous reputation long before Grosvenor bought it? What caused the previous tenants to vanish? And who is playing the violin in the basement? Time is running out, and Lyman must discover the truth before he’s driven mad by the whispering through the walls.