The plan was simple, step into Hell, Find some infected roots, try my hand at fixing them, And then it was well done Amelia, you saved the day! But I didn’t bargain on a few factors set against me, The most obvious being that this…well this was Hell. And in this realm of Hell there were rules, there was a hierarchy and as for me, I was at the bottom of it. A dangerous place to be, especially when the man at the top was known as a tyrant king. A heartless, cold and ruthless ruler. Oh, and one more thing…he just so happened to be my boyfriend. And he was…furious with me.

A ‘date’ he said. Just one date with a Vampire King who had been hunting me down for months…what could go wrong, right? One picnic, one witch, an ex-girlfriend out for my blood, and an army of zombie vampire rogues later, and what I had was an ‘Alice in Wonderland’ style cocktail for disaster! Because this Alice was about to have the mind trip of her life when peeking through the keyhole of Lucius’ memories. All before falling down a rabbit hole to Hell, where the bunnies were more likely to stab you with a carrot before eating your soul! But hey, it’s not like I had just been...

The plan had sounded simple, Step into Hell and save a Tree. That was all I had needed to do. However, that plan was becoming more complicated by the minute and that list was growing eternally bigger. Like killing demonic Queens, Removing Claiming Hexes Outrunning hungry beasts And mainly, trying not to piss off Vampire boyfriends, any more than being constantly kidnapped down in Hell is likely to do. And now fate had chosen me to be its blood queen. Only one fuelled by… The Roots of Rage.

I should have felt it coming. I should have been prepared for saying goodbye. But then why would I when I had no reason not to trust him. When I had no reason to doubt his words. But now I was left only doubting my own. For surely Lucius would come for me? Surely, he would realise his mistakes. Because we both knew that mistakes in Hell could be deadly and well, for this Queen of Sins it could mean only one thing, My King was going to War and this time… He was Fighting his Past. Join Stephanie and her fans in her Private Facebook group for all the latest info, news, fun, live chats from ...

When taking this journey into the past, I never expected to find what I did. It wasn’t only the time-period the Fates got wrong, It was the husband I found there waiting for me. A man of regal yet deadly grace, And one that wanted to possess me. To make me his in every way possible. But that was going to be a problem, Especially when I had a mission to complete. So, despite not being there to fall in love, It becomes inevitable when meeting your soul mate, Even when it’s for the second time. Yet when possession turns to obsession, Things take a turn for the worse, As now the mission is ...

I knew the moment my soul burned. I knew the moment the Wraith of Fire had touched me. And now… Was it really so hard for the Heavens to produce some white light? But no, not even just a warm glow at the end of some graffitied tunnel and as for Pearly Gates, well they wouldn’t be opening for me any time soon! Because I wasn’t where I was supposed to be. And I could forget all my jokes about falling into Wonderland and Oz and seeing any of those fuzzy fellas from Narnia, because no amount of wishing that my life was a fairy tale would make it so. Not when I was caught in this nightmare...

Amelia: Lego sets, Star Trek and junk food in my pajamas, these used to be how I would spend my safe and lazy days off. Now, what am I doing with my time? High-speed chases, running from Hellhounds, fighting witches, opening boxes that threaten the entire Vampire race, and stabbing bitches with my shoes. But hey, at least I get to wear a pretty dress on my date. Now all I can hope for is that it isn’t one where people end up shooting at us again. That would be nice. And all this was because I fell in love with a Vampire King. A Vampire King, who claimed me.

It’s been seven years. Seven long years since that cold and cruel Vampire King, Lucius, broke her heart. Her naive little heart destroyed after one painful night when she sneaked in to his Gothic nightclub, Transfusion. Seven years since he humiliated her, casting her aside and telling her just what he thought about her little obsession with him. Then he saved her life. Well, now he is back, and this time he is out for blood, and all she can hope for is that it isn’t hers that’s on the menu.

I was just a data analyst. I paid my taxes on time. I used to feed a cat that wasn’t my own and bake cookies for the office. I was a good girl. How was my reward finding myself penniless, broken down and stuck on the side of the road with everything I owned piled in the back, and all because I was being chased by the Mob? But then again, I must have had some luck left or he wouldn’t have stopped.

A haunted manor. A deadly secret. A vampire who should be her enemy. Charlotte Marlowe has spent her career fighting the guilty. She’s not afraid of the darkness—until she inherits Blackthorn Manor. Hidden within its walls are more than just ghosts. A seductive yet cursed vampire with centuries of secrets. A power in her blood she never knew existed. And horrifying entities contained beneath the manor that are… waiting and wanting. Now, Charlotte must navigate a dangerous new world where witches, vampires, ghosts and ancient magic collide. But the greatest danger of all? The ...

Vampire Novel Human women required. Must be enthusiastic about interactions with vampires. Must be willing to undergo a stringent medical exam. Must be prepared to sign a contractual agreement which would include a nondisclosure clause. Limited positions available… Lance has been to hell and back. Literally. Dying hurts. It hurts like a bitch on steroids. It’s the coming back though that’s the biggest struggle. Days of sheer torture…untold agony. He may have survived, but it’s not without scars. Lance wears them like a mask. Surrounds himself in them like an impenetrable wall. He ...

I slept with a stranger in London. Then found out he’s my brother’s sworn enemy. I was supposed to leave with a degree, a suitcase full of spells, and a quiet plan to slip back into my old life. Instead, I went home with the hottest guy I’ve ever met—and snuck out before sunrise. Fast-forward three days, and he’s in Haven Harbor. He leans in close, all shadows and secrets, while my brother’s voice echoes in my head: Stay away from him. We search for his missing father. He kisses me like I’m made of starlight. He nearly dies in my arms, and I break every magical rule I know to ...

A solo life of travel and art is all I’ve wanted. I am more like the father I never knew, a wonder. Invisible to most, I was happy alone.. That changed the day I followed my instincts, and went into a museum. A sweet-looking man with curly blond hair and a strange sense of humor saw me. He looked right at me and spoke. Looking into his intense green eyes and handsome features, I knew that my life was about to change. This innocent dragon shifter wasn’t my undoing though. He was able to see me for who I was… beyond the awkwardness and lack of social graces. When he is shot and taken as...

The day I snuck into the infamous Devil’s Ring Fight Club. I had followed my cousin Amelia, who turned out not to be quite as innocent as I first believed. In fact, it turned out she didn’t live in the same world as I did…Not at all. I knew this the moment I entered his kingdom. My world changed the moment he found me. He gave me a warning that night. He told me if he ever found me again then next time, he wouldn’t be so quick in letting me escape him. His little Red Riding Hood. It was a threat I took seriously as it was only my dreams that took me back to that place.

Hell. Just do your time, they said. It will be easy, they said. What's a hundred years sentenced to prison in Hell? Well, I can tell you, for an Imp like me, it was a pretty long time. Like most Imps, I am a mischievous sort, and that tends to annoy people, said people like the prison guards. Which meant that my time in Hell had just gotten a lot more complicated. I was about to receive the type of punishment no living soul had ever come back from. Not a single one had ever survived.