They say time heals all wounds. What a load of bull. It's been four years, and Kate's voice still echoes in my mind. Every. Damn. Day. I numb her memory when it taunts me. In college, I drown her out with booze and easy lays. I can't do what she asked. I can't let her go. Not even when Lia shows up, freaking ripping what's left of me to shreds. Caring about someone isn't worth the deadness that follows after they're gone. I didn't ask for this. Didn't ask for her. And I sure as hell didn't plan to miss her when she walked out of my front door. Now, if I want to keep her, I have to straighten...
They say time heals all wounds. What a load of bull. It's been four years, and Kate's voice still echoes in my mind. Every. Damn. Day. I numb her memo...
While seventeen year-old Carrie Reese's parents were working out the details of their divorce, she headed to Villisca, Iowa to stay with her grandparents. Villisca was home to the infamous Axe Murder House... It's known to be haunted by the ghosts of the victims and their killer. Carrie doesn't believe in ghosts, but the moving curtains and red flashes of light in the windows of Lot 310 were starting to give her reason to watch her back. Then in walked Lucas... Within days, Carrie knew she was in love. But Lucas seemed strange: his hands were cool and hollow, he barely touched his food,...
While seventeen year-old Carrie Reese's parents were working out the details of their divorce, she headed to Villisca, Iowa to stay with her grandp...
They vowed to never return. Their lives depend on it. With last summer behind them, Lucas and Carrie think they're safe. Only the Moore House isn't through with them. When Lucas receives bad news, the search for the elusive half-demon who holds the key to Lucas's death becomes first priority. The creature might be Lucas's only shot at finding his soul. Problem is he doesn't want to be found. Dead ends and blocked attempts leave them wary. Lucas seems to be fading away. His eyes no longer glow, his skin pales. Exhaustion consumes him, leaving him distant when he's with Carrie. Not knowing...
They vowed to never return. Their lives depend on it. With last summer behind them, Lucas and Carrie think they're safe. Only the Moore House isn't...
Two years after her brother Nate died during a Navy operation, aquator Nautia Olson's nightmares began, and her ability to manipulate water became erratic. Anger, fear, joy, desire-they all trigger disaster. Now, the Navy wants her for a top-secret mission, but Captain Riley Barton has his reservations. He's read her file. He knows the damage she's capable of, and yet- She's powerful. If he can harness her ability-break through her walls- She'll be unstoppable.
Two years after her brother Nate died during a Navy operation, aquator Nautia Olson's nightmares began, and her ability to manipulate water became err...
A soul is not meant to be severed from its spirit. Neither is it meant to be ripped in two. Half of Lucas's soul is lost, and the rest he forfeited to save Carrie's life. Now, the piece residing in her calls out for unity, and the cry is too much for her to bear. Her spirit suffers, and Lucas fears for her life. The connection between the couple grows, but so does the evil pursuing them. When Carrie falls into the clutches of a demon, she and Lucas realize Hell is invested in their search for his soul. Demons know Villisca is without a necromancer, and that Carrie sees the auras of...
A soul is not meant to be severed from its spirit. Neither is it meant to be ripped in two. Half of Lucas's soul is lost, and the rest he forfeited to...
Moments. Every life is made of thousands of them, each one strung together with the next. Some are yellow and happy, some are blue and sad, and some... Some wipe out color altogether. -I love you, - is what I should have told Maverick. -I'm sorry.- -I'm still fighting.- Instead I just watched him leave. Now my husband, my everything is battling for each breath, and all I can do is stare at the machines as the clock ticks off precious minutes. The doctors said the first twenty-four hours are critical-but every moment is critical. You never know which will be your last. This is our story, and...
Moments. Every life is made of thousands of them, each one strung together with the next. Some are yellow and happy, some are blue and sad, and some.....
