Holiday

I whispered my darkest fantasy. He made it my reality. A moonlit pumpkin patch deep in the forest, where jack-o'-lanterns glow and fog clouds my vision. It's exactly the kind of place I’ve always dreamed of being hunted, chased by a masked man until I have nothing left to give. Tonight, my fantasy is my reality. As I run barefoot through the maze of orange lanterns, my heart pounding with terror, I realize my pursuer isn't just playing a game—he's staking a claim. Every step deeper into the patch brings me closer to surrender, further from any desire to escape. The line between what’s real and not blurs. And when the fog clears and the mask comes off, I’ll discover that some men don't just fulfill fantasies... they own them. This Halloween, surrender isn't just part of the game. It's forever.

Autumn Exactly one year ago I did something I never thought I would…..I broke his heart. He was the best thing that ever happened to me and I ruined it. But tonight one year later, he’s lurking and I can feel it. But I don’t know why he’s here. Watching me, or better yet hunting me. I thought he wouldn’t hurt me….then I got his note. He chose me. Heath My Little Traitor is going to feel the pain she caused me. She hurt me, broke me, and now I’m back. I’ve been watching her, paying attention, and planning my revenge. Now I’m ready to make her pay. She’s alone. And unprotected. The opportunity is right in front of me but just as I’m getting my revenge we uncover a few dark secrets about our small town that may have been meant to stay buried.

New England 1647 Mercy Hawthorne Dark winds howl over the cornfields, but even three years after the pyres have burnt out, the cries of innocents still haunt the air. Tonight, the magic conjured by my blood will breathe life into a scarecrow carved of pumpkin and bone, binding a damned soul to return and avenge those burned by pious men, drunk on their own corruption. Men who thrive in the chaos left in the wake of destruction. But retribution is not all my dark passenger craves. Summoned by my will, my reaper shall rise with eyes that burn like embers and an insatiable hunger for the hearts of sinners. He'll reap my enemies, one by one, devouring their darkness and on this most sacred of Hallows Eve, I shall have my vengeance. And Silas Cohen shall have me. Set just a few years before the Salem Witch Trials, Headless Haunt is a spicy novella around Samhain, and contains mature themes.