Author: annemalcom

Words are my weapon. Stories wrap around my soul, choking me, capturing you. I don’t work in dreams. I don’t offer escapes. I cage you within my nightmares. Magnolia Grace is a horror writer, despite what the name might suggest. One of the best in the business, if you asked around. Pressure comes with that title. Expectation for the next nightmare. The next bestseller. Sickness. That’s what it … next bestseller. Sickness. That’s what it is. She can’t be healthy. Because that means she won’t write. And she hasn’t been writing. A looming deadline and a crumbling psyche drive her…

Death.For everyone, even immortals, there is nothing after death. No takebacks, no comebacks. It’s a full stop. The end of a story. The end of everything.For Sophie, it’s little more than a comma. A prelude. A footnote in her true destiny.She was fated to die.Many times.To know what lay beneath in the underworld. To bring the darkness back with her.It has been patient, that power that brought her … that power that brought her back. But now, it’s ready. She is ready, for her true beginning.For the end of everyone standing in her way.Starting with a wolf she once loved.A…

I give myself to strangers.When I’m on stage, and when I’m off it.Whether it’s throngs of screaming fans or just one man, it’s always outsiders. People who don’t know me. Not the real me.It’s easier, because then it’s not so obvious that there is no real me. Just layers of lies. Then I’m peeled back to the nerve. Showing the world my ugly. Everyone sees me for what I am.Rightfully so, they hate … am.Rightfully so, they hate me.Almost as much as I hate myself.I’m willing to hate myself for what I’ve done. To wither away into some washed up…

My story isn’t unique.Isn’t rare.Which is, I guess, what makes it so sad.The story about a girl who falls in love with the wrong man, lured by tender gazes, devoted promises and gentle touches. The gentle touches disappear and she’s held captive with ugly insults and brutal beatings.It’s common, this story. My past.I can’t change the past.I wouldn’t even if I could.The ugliness of my past gave me … could.The ugliness of my past gave me a future worth living for.Worth dying for.It gave me a reason to fight. To escape.That was my mistake. Thinking girls like me could have…

My life is about the story.I’ve risked my life for it.Many times.I chase the story so I can escape having to face my own.But this one is different.This story will make my career. My life.Or it will end it.The Sons of Templar MC. The most notorious and dangerous outlaw motorcycle club in the country.And I’m going to get the scoop.Or I’ll die trying.

I don’t know what it’s like to feel.To hurt.The ability was stolen from me in my youth. I consider that theft a gift.Feelings got in the way when you were building an empire. Amassing power.I had the empire.I had the power.Until one night in an alley.Everything that took over a decade to amass was snatched away in a second.He killed for me.But he didn’t save me.

He’s world famous.The most eligible bachelor in Hollywood.Owns the stage and thousands of hearts around the world.The bassist of Unquiet Mind.Rock royalty.But he’s none of that to me.To me, he’s just Wyatt.The teenager I met in my best friend’s garage.I promised him he’d never get into my bed or into my heart.It turns out I lied.

Everyone expects the fairy tale from me.Because on the outside, I look like I live in a fantasy.I’m a hopeless romantic.I fall in and out of love.I change careers, zip codes and hair colors on a whim.I’m a free spirit without a care in the world.I’m the one that loves everyone and hates no one.But I’ve got a secret…I’m not a free spirit.Not really.I’m not free at all.My life is only designed to … really.I’m not free at all.My life is only designed to look chaotically peaceful.I’m only designed to look like that.Peace is lost to me.Because I’m trying to…

Souls are interesting things.Not something you can prove you possess. Not something that can be measured, like a heartbeat.But something that can be destroyed by the absence of a heartbeat.No, you cannot prove you possess a soul.But once that soul dies, there doesn’t need to be proof that you don’t have one.Once that blackened pit opens inside you, the world can see it. The world cowers from it.… world cowers from it.Gage knew this because his soul was long gone.He was glad to be rid of it.He was filled with depraved satisfaction that he could make the world cower from…

Heartbeats had a pesky way of complicating things.They almost always came with the nasty side effect of humanity and finally… death.Since Thorne came into my life, I’d been plagued with both.Heartbeats and humanity.Both of these things were going to be the death of me.One way or another.And the death of everyone I knew and loved, a list growing longer with every beat of my newly repaired—and … of my newly repaired—and irritating—heart.That pesky humanity was almost as toxic as the most debilitating illness on this hunk of rock, killing more humans than any vampire could.Love.And there I was, attached to…