And if all I had to do to gain his affection was die, I would have done so long ago.
A second chance. For better or worse. Whether she likes it or not.
Vivian
It took three years and a three-story accident, but I’m finally where I want to be. Kind of. Between Vincent’s sudden attention that makes me recoil, and Jonathan’s blatant indifference that always leaves me wanting more, I fear juggling this double life is coming to an end.
I’m going to have to make a choice—the lascivious promiscuity of the past, or the bewitching allure of the future.
Vincent
My love, my little black dahlia, the rules changed the moment you fell like an angel from the heavens above. Your flesh, my hands, the implications of it all; no longer is it forbidden to me, to us. Finally, after all these years, I am free to touch the one I love most.
My resolve is set—I will remediate this estranged marriage, no matter the cost.
His touch is her curse.
Her love is his salvation.
A masked magician, a former prostitute, and the wedge in their marriage.
Vivian
The world is a series of red-tinted lights and painful bliss. An Underground Favorite, they used to call me. I wear the bruises they leave like jewelry. I never asked to be saved, but when that masked gothic heartthrob came in asking for me, I couldn’t very well say no–not that I had much of a choice in the matter. What started as a reluctant dream come true has dulled after three sexless years together in this sham of a marriage that continues to go nowhere. A girl has needs. So what I’m doing isn’t so much cheating as it is problem solving.
Vincent
The world is but a stage, and I am nothing if not a performer. The Illusionist from Hell, they call me. Sex, violence, and sleight of hand are mine to command at will. I am a master of giving crowds of thousands all they seek–an escape from their mundane reality, a ninety-minute reprieve where their darkest fantasies come to life. All but her, my love, my moon in the night sky. She’s all I long for, but all magick comes at a price, and the fates have always strived for irony.
The forbidden love of Phantom of the Opera meets the dark temptation of Dracula with the first installment in a series of obsession and redemption.
She is a living, breathing doorway for the monsters that enter this world through her pain. She thinks she’s using them, but she couldn’t be more wrong.
Allyson Alexander has always been a loner at heart, but not from lack of wanting. Whenever she cries, her tears burn anything they touch. When they hit the floor, shit hits the fan, and monsters come out of the woodwork to destroy whatever hurt her. She’s determined to make the world a better place by only crying around the people who deserve it.
All that changes, however, when the monsters start to show up unannounced. They feast unsupervised and leave her piles of teeth to let her know they were there. To make matters worse, their recklessness has attracted the unwanted attention of a man who claims to know what she’s been up to. She thought the monsters knew the difference between right and wrong, but the body count keeps rising, and she’s running out of excuses.
Unless Allyson can learn to trust herself and the man who has been following her, the world as she knows it will come to an end as the monsters destroy everything she loves.
Not all that shimmers in the light is gold. Sometimes it’s just a spiderweb.
Frederick was a normal guy, if just a little bit better than everyone else. His numbers at work were top notch. His home was filled with expensive things. His perfect hair and skin attracted the most beautiful woman in the office. Everything’s coming up roses, and he’s so here for it.
But then, things changed overnight. It all started with a weird rash that wouldn’t go away. Then came the voices. Before he knew it, there was someone (or something) living with him. Frederick never wanted a roommate, but the spider wasn’t asking. Now, he is faced with two choices: Do as Jethro says, or get ready to dig his own grave.
But how far is Frederick willing to go for the spider mafia?
Manda Kay Writes 