Some houses are inherited.
Others are claimed.
When Skye Holloway receives a letter informing her that she has inherited a centuries-old manor on the coast of Maine, she believes it’s a mistake. Her mother never spoke of family. Never spoke of Maine. And Skye has spent her life with only two constants: silence about her past and a father who existed only as monthly checks and unanswered questions.
But Hollow Moon Manor is real.
THE MOONLIGHT MOTEL
A Gothic Desert Romance
Lila Merren has drawn the same neon sign since she was seven years old. She has never been able to see the face of the figure standing in the mist behind it.
Then her roommate posts a photo from a drive north, and the place is real. The Moonlight Motel, Jemez Springs, New Mexico.
Her mother lets her go with a warning. Lila’s grandmother walked into those mountains at seventeen and never walked back out.
The caretaker has been behind that desk since 1865. He knows exactly what mercy costs.
Five secret werewolves have served every American president since George Washington. When a young boy is kidnapped and a federal agent is abandoned by her own government, a pack divided for fourteen years must reunite to expose a conspiracy reaching far beyond Spain. The Last Layer begins The Last Line series.
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The wire wasn’t broken.
It was cut.
Savannah crouched at marker forty-two, brushing her fingers just above the clean slice in the fence line. No rust. No sag. Whoever did this had taken their time. Beyond the gap, boot prints pressed deep into the dirt—then tire tracks.
A truck.
Not desperation. Not someone slipping through in the dark.
A route.
She straightened slowly, the South Texas sun climbing behind her, heat already rising off the brush. Somewhere out there, someone had decided Mercer Ranch was a shortcut.
Savannah swung back into the saddle
Let them try it again.
The manor knew the moment she crossed its threshold.
Cold brushed the back of Skye Holloway’s neck, soft as breath. The great door closed behind her with a final, echoing hush, and the warmth of the outside world fell away. Portraits lined the walls — red-haired women with green eyes, watching. Waiting.
She had never been here before.
Yet the marble beneath her boots felt familiar. The air smelled of old stone and memory. And somewhere deep inside the house, something stirred, as if the land itself had recognized her blood and awakened.
Skye had come home.
The manor had been waiting.
Continue reading →The afternoon was bright and ordinary when Alex Stewart first saw it.
Stone walls flickered across her laptop screen — a Scottish manor, centuries old, its hallway dim and narrow. At the far end, something stood in the shadow. Not moving. Not blending. Watching.
Before she could make sense of it, chaos erupted in her own backyard — a chocolate lab crashing into her pool, water exploding into sunlight. And right behind the dog came Kyle.
Calm. Observant. Too observant.
When he studies the paused footage, the humor drains from his face.
“Pause that,” he says quietly.
Because the shadow at the end of the hallway?
It isn’t lighting.
And whatever it is… it noticed her.
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Bound to Quiet
Rowan Hale was bound before he ever had a choice. Feared for a power too vast for his pack to understand, he was silenced, contained, and forced into a quiet life far from the wolves who once called him their future.
Elena Calder is a graduate student in Missoula who believes in logic, not fate until a chance collision in a coffee shop upends everything she thought she knew about herself, her mysterious inner voice, and the stranger with storm-grey eyes who seems to recognize her in a way he can’t explain.
When past and present collide, secrets surface, and an ancient binding begins to fracture, Rowan and Elena must decide whether to run from a bond neither of them asked for or risk everything to claim a truth powerful enough to shake the supernatural world.
Some ties are meant to be broken. Others are meant to be found.
Continue reading →Dark Territory: Blood Guardian Some monsters are made. Others choose what they become. Montana Territory, 1861. Nineteen-year-old Elliot Stone has everything a frontier rancher’s son could want: land to inherit, a girl who makes him believe in impossible things, and … Continue reading →
