Just a moment ago I was on Earth with one foot in the grave—and all of a sudden I'm on a planet called Horgerion. I should probably be happy about it. Even though I didn't expect nor plan to be abducted by aliens and freed by the Horgerians, at least I'm no longer dying. Ragash, the village's healer, saved my life. Maybe a quick death would've been better, though, because I can already imagine what Ragash expects in return for his help ... A slightly dark alien romance with a happy ending.

Do you trust your memories? Six years ago, someone bashed in my skull and left me for dead. But I'm not dead. I also don't remember who attacked me or why. My therapists say that's why I feel compelled to work on cold cases and solve long-forgotten mysteries. Working on one of these cases, I meet a tall, dark and handsome stranger. You know the kind your mother warns you about. He says that he knows who I am and that he's willing to share that information with me—for a price that I might not be willing to pay. This is a dark romance.

Monsters hide in the dark. Since it happened, I haven't left my apartment. Ever. But that's okay. I can take care of myself, and I can earn a living without having to leave my comfort zone. People are paying to look at me. I perform, and they watch, all of us from the safe anonymity behind our respective screens. It works just fine—until I have to open my curtains one day. An over-the-top dark reverse harem novella with lots of heat and three possessive alphas who only care about her.

Everyone seems to think Dr. Marcus Preston is nothing but an attractive, charming and helpful therapist. Why am I the only one who sees the pure darkness in him? "The problem is that those women broke at some point and then they become boring to me. No more humor, no challenge or resistance. Tedious." Icy panic crept through my stomach. He was insane. Absolutely insane and I was helplessly at his mercy. Nobody knew where I was, and most certainly nobody would suspect the esteemed doctor or that he could have anything to do with my disappearance. Everyone would think that I had run away. My gaze slid back to the cuff tied around my ankle. The leather was thick and heavy, and had been secured with a padlock. It didn't surprise me that he was organized and methodical in everything he did. After all, I had not heard one rumor or even a single bad word about him. Nobody seemed to know about his little hobby. This dark, depraved, and twisted romance is safe, with no cheating, and a guaranteed HEA.

Just a while ago I was in my car in Nevada. Now I'm on another planet and sitting in a cage—in front of some aliens who are clearly eyeing me a little bit too curiously. Then another alien saves me. A Horgerian called Grut, the Cruel, of all things. What a concerning name. He's convinced that I'm part of some kind of test in which he has to prove himself worthy of a bride. But for that he has to take care of me—like I'm a damn Tamagotchi. So I have been taken from my home to end up as consolation prize? Great. Just great! Slightly dark alien romance with a happy ending.

Daddy romance meets horror movie—Happy Valentine's Day! After breaking up with my boyfriend not too long ago, getting out of town for work over Valentine's Day didn't sound like a bad idea at all. Working for a production company, I was to oversee the production of the new dating show "Daddy Wanted" on Valentine Island. Twenty contestants fighting over a sexy daddy, and I'm practically getting paid to watch? Of course, I'm in! Unfortunately, the island is not quite as romantic as it sounded in the brochure—the contestants are all nasty, and "Daddy" has no desire to be on the show at all. Oh, and then there's the madman who wants to kill us all while we're stuck on a freaking island with no way out... This book is part slasher (enough to give you goosebumps) and part romance (enough to make your toes curl)—you've been warned!

Eloise How much bad luck can I possibly have? There's a serial killer on the loose, killing blue-eyed blondes, and after accidentally walking in on him murdering my roommate (a blue-eyed blonde, of course), he's after me. I have green eyes and brown hair, so I'm not even his type—but I guess I'm a witness now. Great. Just great. On top of that the police deny that there is even a serial killer, opting for my roommate's ex as the prime suspect instead. I'm on my own, and I already have a faint idea how that is going to work out for me. I need a protector. Unfortunately, there aren't many people willing to take on that kind of job. Theron I'm brokering unusual services to people with unusual problems. The solutions often involve highly skilled contract killers or a specific kind of cleaning personnel—if it's already too late for the former. Normally I don't keep people alive. At least not until Eloise Price asks me to catch a serial killer. I probably should say no considering that I suspect the killer is one of my own men. But somehow I just can't resist Miss Price... This is a dark and twisted romance novella with a guaranteed HEA.