Michael finds that sometimes the blood of powerful immortals do not mix even when they are soul mates and in the heat of passion. A mating mark is a symbol of possession but for Michael that tiny taste of blood is his downfall. The blood of the Fallen is deceptively seductive to a Sun God and the powerful rush Michael receives is very addictive. In order to protect Aurora from himself, Michael begins to hunt down the most powerful demons in the city to satisfy his dark craving. As the black blood pulses within his veins Michael loses himself to the rush and becomes just as dangerous as the demons he is hunting.

Brain on Fire meets High Achiever in this “page-turner memoir chronicling a woman’s accidental descent into prescription benzodiazepine dependence—and the life-threatening impacts of long-term use—that chills to the bone” (Nylon). As Melissa Bond raises her infant daughter and a special-needs one-year-old son, she suffers from unbearable insomnia, sleeping an hour or less each night. She loses her job as a journalist (a casualty of the 2008 recession), and her relationship with her husband grows distant. Her doctor casually prescribes benzodiazepines—a family of drugs that includes Xanax, Valium, Klonopin, Ativan—and increases her dosage regularly. Following her doctor’s orders, Melissa takes the pills night after night until her body begins to shut down. Only when she collapses while holding her daughter does Melissa learn that her doctor—like so many others—has over-prescribed the medication and quitting cold turkey could lead to psychosis or fatal seizures. Benzodiazepine addiction is not well studied, and few experts know how to help Melissa as she begins the months-long process of tapering off the pills without suffering debilitating, potentially deadly consequences. Each page thrums with the heartbeat of Melissa’s struggle—how many hours has she slept? How many weeks old are her babies? How many milligrams has she taken? Her propulsive writing crescendos to a fever pitch as she fights for her health and her ability to care for her children. “Propulsive, poetic” (Shelf Awareness), and immersive, this “vivid chronicle of suffering” (Kirkus Reviews) and redemption shines a light on the prescription benzodiazepine epidemic as it reaches a crisis point in this country.

Not since Anne Rice's "Interview With the Vampire" has the vampire myth been so boldly reimagined! This stylish, mesmerizing tale of eroticism and suspense portrays the dark side of human obsession as never seen before, as members of a shadowy subculture struggle against themselves and their hopeless, irresistible desire for the ultimate drug.

A riveting, non-punches-held, inside look at Nelson Trout's excursion into the dark, lonely, and scary world of drug and alcohol abuse and addiction. Blood on the ceiling is a once-in-a-lifetime book which explores, in brutal detail, the kind of hellish existence that often accompanies life in the fast lane of drugs, partying and eventual isolation. Some stories seem so un-real as to be hallucinatory, but every word is true. Meet unforgettable characters, many who have cheated death on an almost daily basis, only to run back to the needle, pills, and booze. But the best parts of Trout's work are the stories of recovery and success.--

A prince, a miscreant, a warrior, a workaholic & one wild werewolf.Karter's been nothing but trouble since the day he learned to walk. A werewolf with a knack for f@#$*ng s#%t up, he's caused so much trouble that even his pack is tired of dealing with it. With his pack done bailing him out, Karter is left alone and with no one to care. If he doesn't get his life in order, he'll end up dead.When he's dragged in by the people who will happily put a silver bullet in his head, they give him an opportunity instead of death... to feed vampires -- aka a walking blood bank. To feed the enemy is unheard of, but with nowhere else to turn he reluctantly goes. Four vampires and one werewolf. What should be a disaster may turn into something so much more.Why can't he stop craving things that no werewolf should crave from bloodsuckers?(Warning graphic language for 18+, gay Paranormal haram, graphic scenes, vampire take on blood play㈴1;)

My name’s Quinn. If you buy into my reputation, I’m the most notorious demon hunter in New England. But rumors of my badassery have been slightly exaggerated. Instead of having kung-fu skills and a closet full of medieval weapons, I’m an ex-junkie with a talent for being in the wrong place at the right time. Or the right place at the wrong time. Or…whatever. Wanted for crimes against inhumanity I (mostly) didn’t commit, I was nearly a midnight snack for a werewolf until I was “saved” by a vampire calling itself the Bride of Quiet. Already cursed by a werewolf bite, the vamp took a pint out of me too. So now…now, well, you wouldn’t think it could get worse, but you’d be dead wrong.

Keep your cards close and your enemies closer. At least that's what my mom always told me. Becoming a vampire hunter was never in my cards, but it is now that she needs my help. A decade ago vampires seized control of the bars, casinos, and the dark underbelly of society. Now they deal in addiction and bargain with blood, and humans over twenty-five can't fight back against their compulsion. It's made my mother vulnerable--the only family I have left. To save her, I'm forced to make a deal with the devil--one who lives above a casino, wears a crown, and wants to drink my blood. Andrianos Teresi may be dangerous and alluring but I've got a stake hidden up my sleeve. I'll go all in and play his game, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. What I don't expect? The heart that needs guarding is my own.