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Bruce and Liv Huxley have grown apart. Their marriage is at a crossroads. With their once exciting relationship now on life support, one of them is considering looking outside of it. But selfishness and the cold divide between them are far from their biggest problems.

Vera Harlow is a survivor. After a chance encounter led to her being held captive in a disgusting house of horrors, she fought tooth and nail to escape the clutches of a man known only as The Slob. But while she may have fled the disastrous situation, the details of her struggle are now carved into her flesh and soul. Vera’s son is the product of utter depravity. Harold, the sinister seed left by the man who took everything from her, continues to blossom in nauseating fashion. His features and habits are stomach-churning, vividly familiar, and becoming more disturbing by the day.

Raised in a household so filthy it was stomach-spilling, Vera involuntarily evolved into a neat freak. Upon discovering she and her disabled husband, Daniel, are expecting, she needs fast cash. Her obsession with cleanliness sprouts the concept that her skills can be put to use in a unique way. She takes a stab at the booming door-to-door vacuum sales business of 1988. All is going well until she arrives at the steps of a house that will change her forever. The steps of an evil that resurrects the ghastly memories she so desperately tried to wash away.

Three low-income families have been given a handsome retainer to join Geraldine Borden for a day at her cliffside estate. All the parents must do to collect the rest of their money is allow their children to test out the revolutionary playground equipment Geraldine has been working on for decades. But there’s a reason the structures in the bowels of her gothic castle have taken so long to develop—they were never meant to see the light of day.

Geraldine Borden has realized that there's one thing her bottomless wealth can't grant her: children. When an attempt to remedy her infertility fails, she's left with nothing but rage, jealousy, and a murderous idea. She aims to take a place that all children adore and transform it into a twisted arena of carnage. And while her true masterpiece is still under construction, she seeks to entertain herself with a crude prototype filled with barbaric backyard games. Several children from a small New England city have gone missing under mysterious circumstances.

Heather Mills has had a run of bad luck. After an obsessed stalker forces her to move East, her new apartment catches fire and she loses everything. She accepts a charitable offer that allows her to live in the basement of an old house awaiting renovation while she gets back on her feet. But what she finds in the dark cellar challenges the fabric of reality. A lost invention with the potential to elevate her from the slums—to re-decide her many poor life choices in the blink of an eye. Because her life couldn’t possibly get worse, could it?

Gordon's name was a joke. It was given to him by Anthony Zola, a controlling, and abusive father, to taunt his wife over her love of cheese, and the fact that she had been steadily gaining weight since their marriage. Andrea was a doting mother, and maybe a little overprotective of her boy, but she didn't see that as a bad thing. On discovering a secret, one the child had been told to keep to himself, everything changes. Now she must do whatever she needs to keep her, and her boy, alive. Needs must.

Mia Simms has nowhere else to turn. Her son is fresh out of juvie and falling back into his old ways. Without a purpose or father figure, she is certain Kyle’s penchant for violence will only escalate unless something drastic happens. Mia knows little about the methods used at the grimly titled "Cemetery Camp", but is aware their radical practices have resulted in miraculous turnarounds for even the most troubled teenagers. Could Kyle be another success story? Or will he become the exception that gets buried on the cold graveyard grounds?

Art or atrocity? Francisco Booth is an infamous photographer known for pushing boundaries, yet it’s only the boundaries he pushes away from the public eye that satisfy his macabre appetite. But when he’s gifted an antique picture frame that contains a strange stock photo, Francisco’s life is suddenly turned upside down. Each time he looks at the picture, he sees something different. As the world around him grows more frightening and absurd, he finds himself questioning his sanity. Will the beautiful woman in the frame become his ultimate prize or the instrument of his undoing?

Alien Overlords ruling Earth need human females to rebuild a decimated population. Delle refuses to end up on a breeder's list. Overlord Caide wants to avoid returning to his home planet and his father's harsh rule. Can a marriage of convenience protect them both? Earth was ripped apart during the Final War, but the alien Overlords have come down to save us.

In the early '60s, in a seemingly more "innocent" time, a group of teenagers were lured into a supposedly haunted house. The place on Sycamore Lane has a morbid history, but that's just hearsay and rumor, isn't it?

Reece Karkoff's life derailed when her mother killed her father. Now, she lives on a defunct farm in Missouri with her Aunt and her cousin, who treat her as one of their own. Reece thinks her mother's violence is behind her ... But she's unaware of the cult that has moved into the woods beside the farm.

Jimmy Lynch and Charlene Doyle have a dysfunctional relationship. They are both originally from the mountains of western North Carolina but now live in the suburbs of Atlanta. Neither one has assimilated to suburban life. Nor are they good people.

Torture porn, shock-for-shock’s sake, violence that doesn’t serve the plot, and characters you hate — what was going on in the 2000s in horror cinema? And why were audiences hungry for it? Millennial Nasties takes a critical but appreciative look at an oft-ignored subset of horror. This book dissects the English-language horror films of the 2000s and the cultural events they were responding to.

Chelsea Reed has always had the gift of seeing the future. It’s a gift—and a curse. When she foresees the deadly fate of Dr. North Fowler, a brilliant surgeon and powerful wolf shifter, she knows she must warn him.

When a gorgeous billionaire snatched me up from a Vegas casino and tossed me into his private jet, I thought I had hit the jackpot. But then I ended up with my face on a wanted poster, discovered a shocking secret about my possessive captor, and ended up pregnant with his baby.

Nobody compares to Jack. Nobody. Boys my age will do temporarily, but in the end, I needed him to be mine. My mother was so irresponsible and I knew she didn't deserve him and I didn't care anymore because he completed me. After getting intimate with Randall, I felt like it only further prepared me for Jack. And now, he was finally here. He came to our rescue and I got to be with him. I didn't know what was going to happen, but I was damn sure I was going to sleep with him again. I felt confident about being able to seduce him and now I had my chance.

It's been almost a year since I've seen or heard from Jack. After our night in the hot tub, he kept his distance from our house, only seeing my mom now and then. It's too bad that mom and Jack were on the outs because I missed seeing him. I wanted him and undoubtedly compared him to every other guy I met. I was obsessing about him too much and was kind of glad when Mom told me we were going on a mini-vacation to Diane's cottage.

Today was my 19th birthday, and I felt like a brand new woman. My best friends threw me a surprise party at one of their houses and I bought alcohol for the first time. It was wonderful to feel so liberated for a change. The girls convinced me to let them give me a makeover, changing my style from sweatpants and sweaters to a short skirt and tank top and a push-up bra. I didn't think I'd actually enjoy this, but after a few drinks, I embraced my new, grown-up look.

I scooted my underwear down over my legs and put them in the basket with the rest of my clothes. I crawled up onto the massage bed and laid down on my back, covering myself with the huge towel. As I lay there, inhaling the beautiful aroma in the room, I heard a faint knock at the door. "Come in," I said. "Okay, coming in," I heard a voice respond in a heavy Russian accent. A tall woman with long, red hair entered the room and promptly shut the door behind her. I was immediately blown away by her beauty. There was just something about this woman that I found overwhelmingly attractive.