A creature of the night, Sarafina lives only for pleasure, but love is an emotion she has deemed forbidden. Experience has taught her that love leads only to betrayal and pain, and she wants no more of pain. She cares for no one, tolerating only the presence of those she can control utterly. With her powers, she is convinced she can break anyone. Willem Stone cannot be broken. He is a challenge Sarafina cannot resist--a man as boldly alive as she is, a man with a will of iron, yet a mere mortal. And the only thing stronger than the clash of their wills is the power of their desire. But when vampire hunters take Amber Lily, the only child ever born to a vampire, Sarafina and Willem must put their struggle aside and combine their strengths in a rescue attempt that could cost them their very lives. And in the process, they find the most powerful force of all: love.

When struggling screenwriter Morgan DeSilva uncovers the ancient leather diaries in the attic of an old house in Maine, she is swept into the seductive world of a long-dead madman who had believed himself a vampire. Now, though Dante's story has made her rich and famous, Morgan is wasting away. At night she dreams of him, an erotic fantasy so real she can see the marks on her neck, feel her life's blood draining from her. Almost as if he were real. . . He comes to her at night. Watching her. Wanting her. She is one of The Chosen. She can be his, if he desires. And he desires it so much that he is filled with a terrible fear. He knows that his kiss can save her from destiny's curse, and from the enemies who stalk them both. But to save her, he must trust her. With his life. With his love. With the promise of immortality.

Rom-Com Ghost Mysteries by Award-Winning Author Maggie Shayne Johnny's would-be girlfriend has called it quits, his newfound grandfather has pulled a vanishing act, and his odd connection to the dying has mutated into something else altogether, something he doesn't understand. Suffice to say, he was already having a lousy week when a kid came tearing out of the woods like the devil was chasing him and right into the path of his truck. Teenage Ryan isn't too badly hurt, but it turns out the seventeen-year-old has a serious ghost problem. He was convinced no one would believe him or be able to help him even if they did. But that was before he met Johnny and the gang at Spook Central. Johnny takes Ryan and his gorgeous older sister Breia to Kiley and Jack's no-longer-haunted Victorian money pit, which is also the gang's ghost-busting headquarters. But Kiley's not so sure the house is phantom-free. She says she's heard a female's...

For the first time in a box set, the first three stories in New York Times bestselling author Maggie Shayne's Brown and De Luca series, where you can't trust what you see, and danger lurks in the shadows.Sleep with the Lights OnWhen a cornea transplant restores Rachel De Luca's sight, the new eyes seem to give her new life. Until she starts seeing terrifying visions of brutal murders—crimes she soon learns are all too real. Detective Mason Brown wants to help Rachel, but when he discovers a shocking connection between them, he'll have to do everything in his power to save her from a predator who is somehow still hunting from beyond the grave.Dream of DangerMurder brought self-help guru Rachel de Luca and Detective Mason Brown together. Their shared secrets drove them apart. Desperate to find a missing friend, Rachel has no choice but to turn to Mason. Their...

A hilarious, blood-chilling, romantic holiday-mystery!Her house is no longer a crime-scene... Now that all the bodies have been removed from her basement, the crime solved, and the ghosts helped to the other side, Kiley can finally settle into her Gothic fixer-upper. But she misses her nemesis-turned-lover... Even though she stayed with Jack for the past few weeks, their relationship is too new to risk shacking up long-term. Besides, she values her space and her independence too much to give it up so soon. She has something to prove... Moving back in alone is a statement. She is reclaiming her space from the dead. Not to mention from the living, namely the little group of ghostbusters who helped clear her house. Since then, the five of them have helped a few other people with spook issues, mostly imaginary ones. But the gang seems a little too eager to make her place into their ghost-hunting...

She does not believe in ghosts...Kiley's made a name for herself with her column debunking new-age fortune tellers, mediums, and psychics. Her small New Englandish town is known for its hauntings, so the charlatans abound. Her nemesis eludes her...Jack McCain is the one she's never been able to trip up. He's the smoothest con of them all with his good looks, quick wit, natural charm. She even enjoys the game they're playing, her trying to trick him, him always a step ahead of her. They've become best enemies. But something's wrong...Now, something's going on with her house, a big old Gothic she bought for a song. It began with a death threat written in blood. At first, she figures it's one of the phonies she's exposed, out for revenge, but before long she has to admit there's something otherworldly happening. And she can't handle it on her own. She needs help. She needs a medium who's the real deal. She needs Jack...

A long-ago act of kindness to a desperate woman changed Dr. Carrie Overton's life forever. Before disappearing, the grateful stranger had given Carrie her newborn son. When the woman is murdered, the secret becomes Carrie's alone. She has kept both it and her son, Sam, safe for sixteen years. But now a friend of Sam's has gone missing. The police believe he's a runaway—until he's found dead. Then another teen disappears, and talk turns to that long-ago murder. Newcomer Gabriel Cain is asking too many questions, befriending Sam, getting too close. Carrie distrusts him even as she finds herself falling for him. But Gabriel has secrets, too…. Is it time for the lying to end?Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.Present Day"Go, Sam! Woohoo!" Carrie pumped her fist in the air when her lanky teenage son nailed the soccer ball with the inside of his size-ten foot, sending it like a bullet past the goalie and into the net. He glanced her way, gave her a half smile that didn't reach his eyes, then tapped the yellow band on his arm to remind everyone watching who that goal was for.As she sat down again, Carrie was embarrassed by her outburst. It was inappropriate, given the circumstances.The game continued, and she looked around at the other spectators. Parents and other locals, mostly, lining the bleachers at the edge of an extensive and well-groomed field behind Shadow Falls Central High. School hadn't yet started—even though preseason games and practices had begun for soccer, track and cheerleading.September in Shadow Falls had a definite scent to it, and a distinct feeling to it, as well. You'd know autumn was coming even if you couldn't see or hear a thing. The leaves were beginning to turn, though they were nowhere near their peak just yet. The sun was just as bright as it had been all summer long, but not as hot anymore, and the breeze had a brisk snap that was missing in the summer months. Fall was rolling in. You could feel it, taste it in the air.But there was something besides autumn hanging in the air around Shadow Falls. There was a pall that was hard to miss. A lingering darkness that hadn't let up for five days. It only grew, in fact. Every day that Kyle Becker didn't come home, Shadow Falls got a little grimmer, a little grayer.Even the tourists must know the reason for the town's unusual melancholy mood by now. It was hard to miss, with the Teen Runaway posters stapled to every telephone pole, fence post and unsuspecting maple tree, and the thrice-daily gathering and dispatching of volunteer search parties in front of the old firehouse, just in case something had happened to him, a possibility no one wanted to contemplate too intently.Every player on both soccer teams, the Blackberry Chiefs as well as the Shadow Falls Vikings, wore a yellow armband to show unity in hoping the missing sixteen-year-old would come home soon. Five days. Carrie didn't know what the kid was thinking."Nice boot," someone said nearby.Carrie looked up to see local cop Bryan Kendall, in uniform, sitting four feet to her right. "It was, wasn't it?" she said. "How are you, Bryan?"He shrugged. "Been better.""I imagine you're over your head in wedding plans about now, aren't you? What have you got, six weeks to go?""Just under. But it's not the wedding plans weighing me down. Though I gotta tell you, I'd just as soon elope and get straight to the honeymoon.""I'll bet.""It's this Kyle Becker thing," he said.She nodded, sighing. "The timing couldn't be much worse, could it?""Not much. Tough checking out every stranger in town at the kickoff of leaf-peeper season."She nodded in sympathy as she scanned the bleachers, spotting a few unfamiliar faces among the locals, even here. Not many. The tourists preferred winery tours and foliage photo-ops to high school sporting events. But a few of them had discovered the soccer match and settled in to watch. One in particular caught her eye. He sat a few rows down and off to the left, and he was immersed in a supermarket tabloid with Shadow Falls' latest scandal splashed on its front page.Dead Woman Misidentified for More Than Sixteen Years.Anonymous Source Puts Up Half-Million-Dollar Reward for Her Missing Baby.Carrie closed her eyes, shook her head, wishing the story of her son's birth mother would just go away already. But it was everywhere. And the idiot offering the reward wasn't helping.All those years ago, the dead woman had been identified as one Sarah Quinlan. It was only in the past few weeks that her true identity, Olivia Dupree, had been revealed. That had renewed interest in the case, and the additional information that the dead woman had given birth only weeks prior to her murder had given the story legs.No one in Shadow Falls had known Olivia was pregnant or heard anything about a baby, but now everyone in the U.S. of A. suddenly seemed to be interested in speculating on what had become of it. Especially with the huge reward thrown into the mix.Carrie hadn't known the dead woman's name when her body had been trundled into her hospital's morgue for autopsy. But she'd recognized her face. It had been only six weeks since she'd last seen it, after all. She'd been searching Shadow Falls for the young woman, hoping to get her to sign the adoption papers that would officially make Sam Carrie's own. On that horrible day, she'd realized it would never happen.She alone knew what had become of the murder victim's missing baby. He'd just scored a goal on the soccer field, and he didn't even know he was adopted."You know that guy?" Bryan asked.Carrie blinked and realized that her eyes were still glued to the tourist with the tabloid. He had long, honey and caramel hair, pulled back and held with a black rubber band. He had whiskers, too. Not a beard, exactly. Just a neatly trimmed layer of bristles that was probably supposed to be sexy.Okay, it was sexy. Just not to her.He wore jeans, and a T-shirt with several guitars on the front of it and some words underneath, but she was too far away to read them clearly."Carrie?" Bryan nudged."No, no, I don't know him. I was just thinking he looks like a hippie.""Nah, they usually travel in groups." He was being funny.She wasn't laughing. "So maybe he's a lone hippie. Can't say I approve of his choice of reading material.""He probably doesn't care." Bryan nodded in a direction slightly farther left. "That one's reading the same thing, but since he's wearing a buttoned-up suit, you probably don't find it as offensive."She looked beyond the long-haired man to where Bryan had indicated. Another man sat there, light brown hair in a neat cut that seemed a little too short and too severe for his face. It was a nice face, though. He had a deep tan that stood in sharp contrast to his pale brows and even paler blue eyes, giving him a striking appearance. And his suit was impeccable, not to mention expensive."It's just as offensive. Though I'm more surprised to see an intelligent-looking guy like that reading it.""I think he looks like an Oompa-Loompa."She elbowed Bryan in the rib cage but had to laugh, and it broke a little of the tension. "You're just not used to seeing sun-worshippers at the peak of their color.""The man is orange.""He's not orange. He's deeply tanned. And he looks harmless. The hippie, on the other hand…""Doesn't look the least bit suspicious to me," Bryan said."Never trust a guy in a ponytail," she told him. "If you're still checking out tourists, I'd suggest you move that guy to the top of the list."Bryan rolled his eyes. "I don't seriously think we're looking at a stranger abduction here, Carrie. Do you?""Of course not. Kyle's sixteen. Same as Sam. God, it's hard to believe they're only two years from legal, isn't it?" She sighed. "Anyway, it was a bonehead move on Kyle's part to leave without a word, though… Sammy insists Kyle would never run off without telling him.""You think he's right about that?" Bryan asked.She looked across the soccer field at her son. "You know how kids are at this age—it's all about the drama. And my son's second favorite activity is drama club.""I don't blame him. He kicked ass in 'The Wizard of Oz.'"She smiled, remembering. "He's a natural. I think he could be a professional actor if he wanted to.""I agree. I also think he watches too much CSI.""I hope that's it," Carrie said. "I just don't want to believe child abduction is something that can happen here in Shadow Falls." She watched Bryan's face as she spoke, hoping for some confirmation of her theories.He looked away as he said, "I just wish we'd get a lead on Kyle so we would know one way or the other."Her heart skipped a little. "Bryan, are you saying… are you saying there's a chance Sam's right? That Kyle didn't run away?"He shrugged. "There's no evidence that anything happened to him. Every indication is that he just took it into his head to run off. I just wish he'd call his family and fess up already. It's cruel, putting them through this. They're good people.""I never thought of Kyle as a cruel kid," she said.Bryan averted his eyes. "Yeah, I know. It does seem out of character, and that's what's bothering me about all this."It sounded to Carrie as if Bryan might be rethinking the current popular theory about Kyle's disappearance, and that realization sent a chill up her spine. But before she could question him further, she saw his eyes widen and followed his gaze to the field just in time to witness a teeth-jarring impact between a player and the ground. There was no one near the kid, so obviously no one had hit him. He was clutching his chest, and his mouth was open wide."Gotta go, Bry!" Carrie grabbed her medical bag, always nearby at sporting events, and bounded between spectators to get to the field.The crowd was on its feet but parted to let her through. She wasn't in a panic—this happened on a fairly regular basis, and it was usually nothing. As she cleared the knot of players and parents being held at bay by the coaches and refs, she saw the boy.The kid on his back was Marty Sheffield, and he had a full-blown asthma attack going on. She could tell that his pulse was skyrocketing; his eyes were rolling back already, and his lips were blue."Okay, Marty, easy now. Easy." She yanked an inhaler from her bag. She also kept one in her glove compartment and two at her house. The number of asthmatic tee...

"Maggie Shayne's books have a permanent spot on my keeper shelf." ~#1 NY Times Bestselling Author KAREN ROBARDS So, I'm going along in my blissful life, waiting for my guy to get off his ass and pop the question and trying to put my next self-help book to bed, when I'm interrupted by a mental intruder. I'm suddenly doing a ride-along inside some stranger's head, while the attached set of hands strangle a guy in the back seat of a car. It felt like I was killing the guy. But I didn't, because I woke up cussing (not unusual) in my own bed beside my sexy cop and my blind bulldog. Said sexy cop then gets a text about a body, and I know it's the man I just sort of murdered. Turns out mister picture-wire necktie isn't the only victim. One of the others was punched in the face by our 19 year-old sort of kid in front of 20 witnesses right before he vanished. Jeremy is brought in for questioning by Mason's own...

These four spooky Maggie Shayne tales will add some pumpkin spice to those chilly autumn nights.Everything She Does is Magic: Nathan can't get laid to save his life, and he's starting to think he might be cursed. He's closer to the truth than he knows. His lifelong frenemy's three aunts are witches, after all, who believe he's destined to father their niece's special child—but the prophecy states he has to be a virgin when he does. Hilarity ensues!A sidesplittingly funny, yet deeply moving Halloween romance.Witch Moon: Teenagers are dying in crimes with occult trappings, entangling small-town teacher Mirabella St. Angeline in a web suspicion. A student need pleads for help in understanding her own strange powers, but helping the girl means coming out of the broom closet in a town where with witch-hysteria of days gone by, has begun anew.A breathlessly suspenseful romantic thriller!Magic By Moonlight: A spunky PI in trouble with a dangerous crook, hides out at her eccentric aunt's...

She's not from around here. Dr. Thomas Duffy blames his haunting childhood memories on a vivid imagination. The odd buzzing sensation in his head that would wake him from a sound sleep sometimes...that had never really happened. Or if it had, it was tinnitus. And that night—when he'd sneaked out to rescue a beautiful girl, lost in the woods behind his family's farm—that had just been a vivid dream. He convinces himself of that for years...until it happens again. He's not a little boy anymore, but the buzzing in his head is back, waking him from a sound sleep, drawing him out of his bed and into the woods, where he finds a grown-up version of the same girl. Beautiful Janella is stranded on a planet not her own. She's being stalked by mysterious strangers and she's completely alone in this world.What's a simple country doctor to do?

WITCHERY by RITA® Award-Winning NY TIMES and USA TODAY bestseller MAGGIE SHAYNE — Four short paranormal romance novels plus several authentic witch spells to fill those chilly autumn nights.__________________________EVERYTHING SHE DOES IS MAGICHilarious paranormal rom-com!The prophecy is clear...Aurora's 3 aunts are convinced neighbor boy Nathan is the chosen one, destined for their niece.There's just one catch...He must remain a virgin until he and Aurora consummate their love. And that's going to take some time, since the two must first grow up, and then get over the fact that they don't even like each other.____________________________SPELLBOUNDParanormal romantic thriller!From the first time she touches Alex, she knows...Melissa's attraction to her new boss is immediate and irresistible. But so is her sense that he's fighting an otherworldly battle and needs her...