Böcker av January Rayne

¿Welcome to the Carnival of Creeps, where you'll feast your eyes on the freaks. ¿For two days a year, a carousel sings.Humans come, but they do not leave.Gremlins, ghouls, and sincasters need to feed.If paranormals come, they will never be free.They have to put on a show and give the audience the creeps.A demon is a ringmaster, selling souls for the right price.A fortune teller sees his demise.A vampire is used to cry.An angel loses his wings.A banshee calls for help and screams.They will no longer exist after Halloween.It's why they need a Wildes witch.The most powerful one they will ever see.

121 years without hope has a soul become silent.Salem, Massachusetts.The home of magic. The hell of the damned.The place where I rest until the end of time.There is only one way for me to wake from my coma.My beloved must find me and feed me her blood before I turn to ash.It's a rarity for a vampire to meet his blood mate.I knew when the coma took me, I'd die.In the dark.Alone.Until Maven Wildes buys my estate.Her presence at the house wakes my spirit.But not my mind.I want her out of my home more than I want to breathe fresh air.Unfortunately, the infuriating beautiful woman refuses to leave.Yet... meeting me revives a lost magic in her veins.And now breathing her in is all I want.Our love creates power a warlock craves.He'll spill blood to have Maven, but I'll drink his until his heart stops.I will always protect my beloved with my entire being.Even if it means spending my days in eternal night.

I detest Fate.All vampires crave more than the rich taste of blood is their beloved, but I'm betrayed. I'm left hopeful and hopeless. Against all attempts, my heart has been poisoned against me.My belief is gone.A lie has been weaved for far too long and I fell into the web like so many others before me.I must ease the ache of time. No longer will I yearn for a fairytale. This torture comes to a stop. To find love, I follow tradition instead. A matching ceremony.And she changes all I know.She stops the ache. Time is frozen.My ability to breathe is robbed and held in her clutches. My blood sings for her.How is she not my beloved?No other will have my heart, but magic finds a way to obliterate it. A war steals everything from me. I'm left holding my newborn daughter as we fall into darkness.I will never be made a fool again. In life. In death. I write my own fate.My love, my faith, my choices...Eternally, are Hers.