How can things you only glimpse for a moment sear themselves into your memory? Alessandra, Mobster's Bones Alessandra has a problem. It's not that the Mafia is the only life she knows, her father and best friend being members. She's being followed. Her stalker destroys the one thing Alessandra thought they could never touch. She's now forced to flee the only home she's known, Palmetto. How can someone be so beautiful? The morning sunlight is coming through the blinds on my window casting a glow around Alessandra. She has been here for a week, and we have fallen into a routine. It is sort of...

Sitting on the porch of a decaying house, an old brown mug sat, the top chipped, a warm breeze brushing against sun-heated ceramic. "There is nothing more potent than a cup of tea," Old Ma'am once told her. Twenty-year-old Lyric Mason lifted the mug, her sad eyes drawn to its flaw. She'd come home to say goodbye to her grandmother and to take over an eerie family legacy that would forever burden her. She hadn't count on twenty-five-year-old Grayson Kramer. *** "The women in that family will drive you insane," the town said. "They'll steal your heart and destroy your soul," they promised....