Bücher von 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.

I killed mindlessly for 15 years.A curse trapped me inside my werewolf, and I became the perfect killing puppet for the warlock controlling me.Screams of my victims haunt me.The phantom warmth of blood heats my hands.And guilt eats away at my psyche.I don't deserve love.I don't deserve a mate.Who could ever love a monster like me?Ru does.My little lucky charm from another planet.No matter how much I warn her.No matter how I try to scare her.No matter how many times I threaten her.She stays.But she doesn't understand my kind.Werewolves are violent creatures.And if my wolf doesn't get his way, it isn't just her heart I'll be ripping out, but mine too.Which, in 14 days, is exactly what will happen.A night of violence and lust awaits, and I'm doubtful she can survive me.Our lives are on the line, but so is my brother's.14 days to find the treatment for his sickness.14 days to survive on an unknown planet.14 days to see if I kill my mate.The full moon is rising.And I wish it wouldn't.

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.