‎'Danger Lorelei, he's coming' Icy whispers brush against her cheeks when she's sleeping. Most nights she wakes to the voices of her ancestors, always at 2:47 am. Like all monsters, only the light keeps them at bay. Lorelei Huntington knows what it means to fall for the wrong guy. She knows what it's like to hide in the dark and wait for the light to save her. She knows how it feels to watch while everyone you love, and everything in your life, is taken. After fifty years of looking over her shoulder and running for her life, certain she could feel his breath at the base of her neck, the icy voices come back. Again their whispers find her vulnerable and exhausted, just as they used to. Fearful of seeing him again but desperate for answers, she goes home. What she finds isn’t exactly what she left. Who she finds, isn’t exactly dead or aged a day But then again, neither is she. Blackwater

"Wake up, Lorelei . . ." Icy words, whispered upon her lips in the night, used to scare Lorelei Huntington. But that was before. Before her mother tried to have her killed, before her world went back 50 years, before the magic of the swap found its way into Lorelei's blood. Now she finds the whispers and the cold breath of the dead a comfort. That is until she is warned, by a vaguely familiar ghost, about the secrets of the blood thirsty family she resides with. Whit's family, it seems, are not all they appear to be. Just like Lorelei's mother is not the only ghost haunting her. When Lorelei discovers the Midnight Coven, she is forced to choose between love and survival. But survival comes at a cost, one she isn't sure she is willing to pay. Don't miss this sexy paranormal romance!

Happily Ever After... They say that if you don't have your happy ending, the story isn't over. They have no idea just how right they are. This story is only just beginning... And it begins with a bang. Aimee James, along with every dream and every person she has ever loved, has changed. Each of the people she loves is holding onto their humanity by a thread that gets thinner each day. But Aimee is lucky. She has something tying her to her mortal heart. A single feather. What started with a kiss will end with a kiss.