I know, I know—what’s the big deal? Most of us who love books already have one within arm’s reach, buried under blankets or tucked into a bag like a quiet little secret. But here’s the thing. There was a time when I was devouring nearly 300 books a ...

When the Carnival Refuses to Fold Its Tents and Begins to Grow Teeth Instead. I didn’t mean to write another Halloween book. I already had Veil of Nightmares to scratch that particular itch. But when the chance came up to join a promotional collabor...

EXPLICIT CONTENT AHEAD ⇓⇓⇓ Chapter Thirty-Three: The Edge of Sin (Snippet) Morrow I shouldn’t have let her get this close. Not here. Not now. But when she pressed against me, warmth coiling like fire along my skin, lips teasing, eyes daring me to...

Courtesy Warning: Explicit content ahead ⇓⇓⇓ Chapter 14 Solareth I’ve been patient. So patient. But with every step she takes, every breath she draws, she brings me closer to my victory. I see it in the way her heart stutters when she thinks of...

Author's note: Poetry always has a place in my heart. The strings of the past. The thread that kept me tethered to this world when everything around me told me I should no longer be in it. Like a long lost love, it finds its way back to me like an i...

I narrowed my eyes, the venom in my voice sharper than any blade. “You really think you owned me? Dressing me up like your sick little Lolita doll—flaunting me in your twisted circus, like I was some prize to be ogled and discarded. You’re nothing b...

Pact shadows, the ones who weave through the Membership Realm, the latest whispers crawl through the feed. Check in… or risk missing the pulse that hides a most dangerous delight. Pact members get exclusive looks at the final files for the Darkve...

Morrow Falling through the Hollow is like being remembered by something that hates you. One moment, I felt weightless. The next, I was being shoved out of existence and into someplace worse. My spine hit packed earth that pulsed like a vein, and I g...

I got the ringmaster’s art back. not perfect, but perfection was never the point. Just a glimpse, a spark to feed the imagination. His details can haunt the rest. Few artists can touch the creatures I conjure, not when their worlds are built from pr...

From the states to Australia, the pact boxes have finally arrived and seeing you all open them has been the highlight of my week. I packed each one with a grin and a little bit of mischief, hoping you’d feel that spark when you peeled back the tape....

One night—a few shots in and feeling bold—I threw a call out on social media for artists. A few responded, but one stood out immediately. Her portfolio had this raw, haunting elegance that just fit. It felt like she could see the same strange w...

The first story coming to you in a chapter-by-chapter experience in the Marred Heart Pact is Carnival Hearts and Screams. BLURB SNIPPET: I’m Rina. Trapped in a cursed carnival, fighting off eldritch horror, romantic doom, and my own crippling fear ...