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Daisy’s heart breaks when Greg Bregoli, head of Bregoli Publishing, passes away, four years after she became a member of the Bregoli family. Then, she learns that Greg has left everything - the business, the island, and the Bregoli Estate - to her. Competition leans in from all sides, but none so daunting as Byron Barnett, Daisy’s previous boss. Meanwhile, Daisy communes with a new spirit in the Bregoli Estate, convinced it’s Greg, but the spirit soon reveals harmful motives.

Nicole Harper, a hospice nurse with a floundering marriage, is assigned a new patient in the remote Northwestern wilderness. But when Nic meets her new patient, she discovers the old woman’s family history is as troubling as her medical condition.

When Frances Teller accepts a job teaching at the prestigious Thackeray School in Vermont, she learns that the ghosts that haunt the hallways have a direct connection to her dangerous past. Now, Frances must come to terms with the crime she committed as a student...before history repeats itself.

A dark secret, a secluded island, and nowhere to run. When author Daisy Dawkins hits a wall of writer’s block, she seeks out a retreat at the infamous Coyote Island, home of the reclusive publishing guru Greg Bregoli. Upon her arrival at Bregoli Estate, strange things begin happening to Daisy, but none of the other writers seem to notice the estate’s odder qualities. Before long, Daisy is caught between two worlds, the living...and the dead. WInchester Mansion In the small town of Black Bay, a vacant, forgotten house sits atop an overlooking bluff.

An unsolved case in a small town that has gone too far.

When author Daisy Dawkins hits a wall of writer’s block, she seeks out a retreat at the infamous Coyote Island, home of the reclusive publishing guru Greg Bregoli. Upon her arrival at Bregoli Estate, strange things begin happening to Daisy, but none of the other writers seem to notice the estate’s odder qualities. Before long, Daisy is caught between two worlds, the living...and the dead.

Few in the small, remote town of Tibbetts, Connecticut, even remember the estate and the insidious events that took place years earlier. Struggling with writer’s block and a tight deadline for his new novel, David Pragmore suggests a retreat away from Hartford to his wife, Susan, in order to find fresh inspiration. The publishers want David’s new book to shine in the horror genre, so when David reads about the odd manor with a haunted past, it seems like the perfect place to recapture his muse. But David and Susan quickly discover that some stories aren’t meant to be told.

When her life as a New York City attorney becomes an unbearable moral burden, Lois Golden packs up her teenage daughter Janet and heads to rural Vermont to fulfill her childhood dream of owning a small town inn. However, this inn holds a wealth of dark secrets, full of deceit, death, and horrifying experiments that have left an undeniable mark of evil. When a vengeful spirit emerges, forcing all within the inn to experience their greatest fears, will Lois be able to fight back and salvage her dream from the nightmare it has become?

When Ken and Sally Richardson lost their only daughter to cancer, the glue that held their family together dissolved. Wrecked with grief, Ken and Sally are lost and desperate and on the cusp of bankruptcy from their late daughter’s medical bills. But when a mysterious letter arrives, informing the Richardson family they have won a mountain cabin in Montana's luxurious Big Sky region, they’re skeptical of the letter’s legitimacy.

When Amber finds a miraculously low-priced house for rent, what she thought was the solution to all of her problems becomes the beginning of her worst nightmare.

Why did I let her go? I can't answer that. How do you expect me to answer that when I don't even know? I'm the Skull King. I never let anyone go. When I see her at the bar six weeks later, she's still the feisty handful that I remember. She owns the room in that tight dress and that fire. Now that she's not dirty in a locked cage...she's stunning. She cleans up good. I decide to say hello...and see what happens.

She saved my life. She promised she wouldn't intervene, that her loyalty was to her family, not me. But she did it anyway. Now everything is different. I can feel it with every kiss, every time she's underneath me. This isn't a meaningless fling anymore. It's so much more. I know it...and she knows it.

I was for sale, but he didn't buy me. He just took me. Exiled from Earth by a tyrannical government, I was meant to be sold for use on a distant world. But Vane doesn't buy things. When he wants something, he takes it, and I was no different. This alien brute didn't just strip me, punish me, and claim me with his whole crew watching. He broke me, making me beg for mercy and then for far more shameful things. Perhaps he would've been gentle if I hadn't defied him in front of his men, but I doubt it. He's not the gentle type.

I see his wicked smile in the theatre. I see it in the apartment across from mine. I see it everywhere. Before I can run, I'm taken. And when I wake up...I'm in the middle of nowhere. The man who's taken me claims to be a demon. And claims I'm his angel. What happens when he finds out I don't have wings? I'm not the only prisoner in this forest. There's a little girl too. Her name is Claire. She's beautiful, happy, wonderful. It's my responsibility to protect her--and I will give my life to accomplish that.

Ronald 'Knight' McKnight was the meanest, most misunderstood boy at Peach State High School...perhaps on the entire planet. Knight hated everyone, except for me, BB - the perky, quirky punk chick with the locker next to his. I, on the other hand, liked everybody...except for Knight. I was scared to death of him, actually. All I wanted was to marry a Prince Eric-lookalike Lance Hightower and have a million of his babies. Unfortunately for me, Knight was even better at getting his way than I was, and once he got under my skin, my life would never be the same.

My type had been well-established. There might as well have been a giant sign on my heart that said, 'Good Guys Need Not Apply'. Which is exactly why I had to friendzone Ken Easton. The man was a former football star, smelled like fresh laundry instead of stale cigarettes, and had more ties in his closet than tattoos on his knuckles. Pssh. BOR-ING. But the more I got to know my hunky study buddy, the more questions I came away with.

In 1999, I met my Prince Charming. He was the tall, tattooed, wickedly handsome bass player for the up-and-coming rock band, Phantom Limb. But, more importantly, he was mine. I knew it the moment he flashed me that shy, dimpled smile. And he knew it too. Hansel "Hans" Oppenheimer wore his heart on one sleeve and scrawled lyrics about me on the other. Unlike the losers of my past, Hans showered me with tenderness, took me places I'd never been before, and showed me the type of all-consuming love I'd thought only existed in fairy tales.

In 1999, BB Easton met her Prince Charming. He was the tall, tattooed, wickedly handsome bass player for the up-and-coming rock band Phantom Limb. But, more importantly, he was hers. She knew it the moment he flashed her that shy dimpled smile. And he knew it too. Hansel 'Hans' Oppenheimer wore his heart on his sleeve and poured his soul into every lyric he wrote about BB.

Ronald "Knight" McKnight was obsessive. Possessive. Downright psychopathic. But that didn't stop me from falling in love with him...or falling apart when he joined the Marines. When he left, Knight told me to "find someone better", but I didn't. I found Harley instead. Harley James was a fun, flirty, tattooed mechanic whose face was as angelic as his secrets were sinful. He taught me how to live again. How to laugh again. But would he teach me how to love again?

"Since when are you into guys in ties? You only like guys who look like they rob guys in ties. At gunpoint." It was true. By 2003, my type had been well-established. There might as well have been a giant sign on my heart that said, "Good Guys Need Not Apply." Which is exactly why I had to friend-zone Ken Easton. The man was a former football star, smelled like fresh laundry instead of stale cigarettes, and had more ties in his closet than tattoos on his knuckles. Pssh. BOR-ING.