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  Slenderman

  Willow Rose

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  Ever heard of Slenderman? They say he is always there. They say he is always watching. A tall guy in a suit and tie, with no face and arms like tentacles. Some say he is an online myth; others will go very far to prove he is real, so far that they might even kill for him. Fanoe Island is busy with the mayoral election coming up when suddenly the sitting mayor is found killed. Rumors tell that a faceless man dressed in a suit and tie did it. In Emma Frost’s house that she inherited from her grandmother, a box of letters is found that tells a story from a long time ago. A terrifying story is revealing a painful chapter in the life of her own family half a century ago. Slenderman is a spine-chilling mystery from the best-selling author Willow Rose. It is the ninth novel in her Emma Frost series. Grab your copy today.

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  Strung III - The Last Drop

  Per Jacobsen

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  In this third—and final—book in the STRUNG series, Randall Morgan and David Pearson face their biggest challenge yet. 
  In the form of a half-empty IV bag once connected to Randall's son, they have found a means that might be used to fight the evil that has infected the world. 
  The question remains, though, whether they can bring themselves to use it. Because during the massacre at Redwater, their enemy finally revealed his true face … and it looks so damn innocent.

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  Aether Rising - A Steampunk...

  Cecilia Dominic

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  The only place to hide could be behind the truth. 
  No one can lie to Louisa Cobb. It's her gift. Her curse. Unfortunately, her stepfather forces her to use it to help him gain the upper hand in business. Comfortable in her luxurious lifestyle and high society position, she hasn't minded. Until now.  
  Louisa wants nothing to do with her newest assignment, Patrick O'Connell, the Irish tinkerer and scoundrel who stole a kiss—and her heart—years ago . Problem is, if she betrays her stepfather and sets Patrick free, she'll be cut off without a penny to her name. 
  Patrick knows he is captured because he invented a device to stabilize and direct the mysterious Eros Element. It's also why he can't lie, especially while looking into Louisa's sky-blue eyes. If he fails to recreate the device for Cobb, his closest friends' happiness will be at risk. 
  Back in Boston, Patrick stalls for time while Louisa uncovers secrets of her tragic past. It forces the two of them to engage in a treacherous dance on the edge of love and danger. A tango where one wrong step could condemn them both to everlasting heartache—and unleash an unimaginably powerful force that could destroy their world.

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  The Lady in White

  M.L. Bullock

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  Summerleigh's Renovations Aren't Making Everyone HappyWill the ghost of Mariana McIntyre scare everyone away?A flurry of dreams about the long-dead Lady In White prompts Jerica to get to the bottom of her murder. What other secrets does Summerleigh hold? Will Jerica and Jesse ever get their happily-ever-after?

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  Earth Angel

  D.J. Butler

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  He is an archangel, after all. It was he who cast out Qayna, the first murderess, and inscribed on her flesh the name of her brother Abil that embodied her deathless curse. It was he who formed the Sons of Light, and it was he who was set to watch over Azazel in the well of his imprisonment in Dudael.And now, a failed rebel, Raphael wanders the heavy earth alone.The Sons of Light find him, though, and offer him another chance. Raphael is to Bear the Word again, to call the first prophet in centuries.Can Raphael find the appointed prophet? Can he reach him, across apocalypse-torn America? And when he does find his man, imprisoned by the Fallen Kokhabel, can Raphael and the new prophet both survive?

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  Shut In

  Stories From The Attic

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  The day the quarantine was announced, the only thing I could think of was mother. Yes, behind that, the memories crept closer, shadows and dark things, not forgotten but suppressed, the knot of fear in my belly that had been tied long ago, but more than that, more than anything, I thought of her.In the fifty-six years since she arrived in Britain from Turkey, not once had she spent an entire day inside. In fact, it was rare to see her spend more than a few hours indoors. When she did, she restlessly moved between rooms, pacing and shifting from one seat to the other, always inching closer to the doors, to the outside. Most often, when I went round to visit, I would find in the garden, or sitting out on the front step, waving to children and sharing jokes with passersby, for whom she had long been a fixture. I had lost count of the number of times I’d been told by concerned neighbours that I should ‘make sure to get your mother inside, out of the weather’ and also of the times she had scolded them for sticking their noses where they weren’t wanted and speaking to me on her behalf, as if she wasn’t there or in full possession of her faculties. “Why you talk to him?” she would shout, in a...

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