Bøger af Anne Malcom

People make love seem complicated. Intricate. Novels try to capture its intensity; music tries to rein in its soul. I've read every novel I could. I've lived and breathed every song that I could listen to. The sounds fill my unquiet mind. Then he came. Killian. He brought with him the beauty of silence that echoes through my soul and showed me love isn't complicated. It's simple. Beautiful. Some say love at first sight doesn't exist, that you can't find your soul mate at sixteen years old. Those are people rooted in reality, chained to the confines of life that dictates how you are meant to think. Killian broke those chains. He broke everything, shattered it so I can see that reality is overrated, that daydreams can somehow come to life. My life tumbled into darkness in the time after I met him, so dark I'm not sure I'll ever see the light again. But he is always at my side. His life means he knows how to navigate the dark and he can lead me out. I wade through the darkness with him at my side. We'll be together forever; I'm certain of that. Until I'm not.

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 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 old rock star.But he doesn't let me.I want to hate him.He doesn't let me do that either.

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 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 into the woods. To a cabin which was the site of a grizzly murder.A serial killer, butchering women, toying with her.Her plan is to borrow some of the horror that seeped into the soil.But hers follows her.The woods are meant to be her escape. But they are almost her demise.Almost.He was an unlikely saviour. An unlikely muse. He has horrors of his own. A motorcycle club looking to settle a score. A soul too broken to offer her anything but pain.

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 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 vampire she once treasured.Destiny will wait for her no longer.

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. One moment in an alley changed everything.What took over a decade to amass was snatched away in a second.He killed for me.But he didn't save me.

Fate was a fickle mistress. She gave Sophie immortality, magic, and a great tolerance for whisky. She also made sure Sophie tasted death, made sure it clung to her bones, sank into her marrow. She gave Sophie power that came from death and brought death with it. Her own. And everyone she knew and loved. If she didn't learn to control it, that was. She had been meaning to pencil it in, but the apocalypse had been licking at her combat boots and she got busy. But she was kicking magical butt, because she was awesome. Then the witch discovered the one thing she couldn't handle, the one thing that would offer complete destruction. A wolf. Her wolf. Broken. Dangerous. Wild. His life tangled up in hers, without a choice from either of them. A fault in fate, bringing two broken, wild, and dangerous immortals together. Sophie quite literally screwed the pooch on this one.

Love can be a beautiful thing.It can fill up your life with the warmth of its embrace and spread to every corner of your mind.It can quiet your soul.But when that love turns wrong, it twists and warps into something bitter and unrecognizable.The pain of it promises unyielding noise in place of that half-remembered silence.Lexie has lived with this pain for four years, pouring it into music that transformed Unquiet Mind into the most famous rock band in the world.But fame can also turn ugly, curl into that bitter version of love and endanger everything Lexie holds dear.The moment Lexie's life is threatened, he comes back to ensure she stays alive.Killian.He's not just back to save her life, he's back to save her soul and to claim what's his.Problem is, someone else already considers Lexie his, and he'll kill to make sure she stays that way.

He collected beautiful things.Rare things.Ripped them out of their natural environment and preserved them in all of their dead splendor.The problem was I wasn't beautiful. I was all of the hideous and ugly realities of the world packaged into one broken human being.He came to kill me.That was his business.Death.He ripped me out of my natural environment, the prison I'd created, and locked me away with all of his beautiful dead things.I hated him.I still hate him.But if I was given the choice and the ability to leave this cage, come back to life, I'd stay dead.In all of my hideous splendor.Because my murderer can only possess dead things.And I can only be possessed by someone more broken and ugly than me.

My name's Rosie and I come from a dynasty of sorts... the Sons of Templar, maybe you've heard of them. I just happen to be the daughter of one of the founding members and am the sister of the current president. The fact I'm a woman means I don't wear the patch, but it'll never change the fact that I'm a Templar by blood. We're known as royalty in the outlaw world. Though, the dynasty is dancing on the right side of the law these days. That doesn't mean that the law and those who enforce it are friends. It will remain the one constant in my tumultuous life. The one rule in our law-free existence. Befriending the law and those that enforce it is a betrayal. Which means me being one half of a doomed love is that much more comical when he's a cop. Or was. Before I went and ruined it all. Before he shattered that shield he wore to protect society in order to protect me. He saved me and I damned him. I damned myself too, but to be honest, I was damned long before that.