Shivers

An estate haunted by over a hundred years of tragedy-and Donovan Black stood at the heart of it. Like Darkwood Manor, Donovan was an utter mystery. An FBI sharpshooter who couldn't break away from his past, he only wanted to make sure that history didn't repeat itself-especially now that the manor had a lovely new owner. Isabella Ross had either discovered the perfect vacation spot or her final resting place. Now her only hope for survival is a man who doesn't want her around-a man she can't seem to resist. But the secrets in his family's attic threaten to consume them both, and something-or someone-won't rest until the manor house is empty….

In her dreams, police sketch artist Adelaide Charboneau is haunted by violent images of crime scenes-as they happen. Her extraordinary gift becomes a curse when a string of murders raises suspicion against her. Then the danger targets her and she's forced to depend on a practical-minded detective for protection. Royce Beckett has always relied on pure human instinct and skill to bring criminals to justice. And he knows firsthand that it's not always enough. With Adelaide under his watch, he soon realizes that her abilities are just as genuine and powerful as the desire between them. But as much as he wants to give in, staying alive means staying alert…despite the gut-wrenching temptation.

Seized by a dark genius, Miles O'Keefe has shut himself away in his ancestral mansion for more than decade. Driven by an unquiet spirit called The Thornleigh Bride, he sculpts masterpiece after masterpiece-and edges ever closer to madness. His decadent prison is finally breached by Samantha Knox-a woman who has been to the brink of hell and back. She wants-needs-Miles to sculpt her scarred yet strong and beautiful body, to prove she has survived. She sits for him. His hands shape every curve of her body, indulging passion by proxy. Every glance, every word that passes between them brims with desire. With a single touch, it spills over. But their ecstasy inflames Miles's ghostly muse, as well. The Bride will neither share her house nor relinquish its heir, whom she has possessed for so long. Not without revealing her deadly secret. Before the end, Samantha will stand once more at the edge of the abyss….

Strange accidents and unexplained deaths are commonplace. And everyone fears the dark in Barbara J. Hancock's Scarlet Falls. A secluded hamlet ablaze in autumn splendor, Scarlet Falls is a seemingly idyllic New England town…. But Trinity Chadwick knows better. The place is haunted to its very core. For Trinity there has been no escape from the specter of the girl in the blue dress. The child's laughter still rides on the tainted mist of the town's frigid lake. And tragedy always follows in its wake. Constant vigilance against malevolent forces has worn Trinity down, driving her back to the last place on earth she ever expected to step foot: Hillhaven-her childhood home. Only to encounter Samuel Creed. The last man she ever expected to confront. A long-ago kiss of life kindled an obsession in both that is at once sensual and macabre. Creed is tortured by that memory. He is as tempting as ever, a man Trinity can neither forget nor entirely trust.

Secrets beckon where ghosts walk. Angelica Peters has accepted an unexpected invitation to Allen House, the Long Island mansion she would've inherited but for a mysterious estrangement. Since her parents' fatal accident, she's casting about for a safe harbor, a connection, a family. Angelica is uneasy about finally meeting Victoria Allen, the maternal grandmother she's been forbidden to see all her life. She hardly expects the warm reception she receives-from most of the household. But Owen Ward, who grew up at Allen House and has long been Victoria's heir, is keeping his distance. Maybe he doesn't trust Angelica's motives…or maybe he doesn't trust himself to be near her. Their attraction is elemental, excruciating, exquisite. But thoughts of passion in Owen's arms become tangled with fear when a ghost haunts Angelica's every move. Is the specter an echo of the past…or an omen of black deeds yet to come?