Alma Coin Hunger Games

Eidolon Avenue: Where the secretly guilty go to die. One building. Five floors. Five doors per floor. Twenty-five nightmares feeding the hunger lurking between the bricks and waiting beneath the boards. The sequel to Eidolon Avenue: The First Feast (“a great read...powerful and jarring” - Cemetery Dance) returns to the voracious Eidolon as it savors The Second Feast. A narcoleptic man in apartment 2A battles a vengeful past determined to rob him of everything as he runs from the barbaric disaster of a delusional love. A woman in 2B, reinventing herself to please a callous boyfriend, discovers the horrors that wait in the shadows of her self-renovation. The man in 2C, a teacher at the nearby Catholic girl’s school, collapses beneath the brutal consequences of his lecherous desires. An older woman in 2D, after decades dedicated to the church, is cornered at last by the grisly carnage beating at the hollow center of her faith. And a college student in 2E, hungry to escape an ignored life of invisible anonymity, finds herself captured between the pages of a ravenous book. All thrown into their own private hell as every cruel choice, every drop of spilled blood, every silent, complicit moment of cowardice is remembered, resurrected and relived to feed the ancient evil that lives on Eidolon Avenue. ©️ Crystal Lake Publishing

He was meant to be a sacrifice. Instead, he became an obsession. When Elias is cast out of his master’s home, accused of seducing a nobleman’s son, he flees into the forbidden lands of Lucian D’Arcy—the cruel, beautiful vampire lord feared by all. But instead of killing him, Lucian claims him, drawn to Elias in ways neither of them understand. Elias resists the dark temptation Lucian offers, but his body betrays him, his pulse quickening under the vampire’s touch. The longer he stays, the harder it becomes to deny the hunger in Lucian’s gaze—or the sinful desire curling in his own belly. But something is wrong. Elias’ body weakens, his dreams haunted by whispers of an unseen force calling to him. And when a shadow from his past sends a warning, Lucian realizes Elias is more than just a mortal in his grasp. He is something else. Something dangerous. Lucian swore he wouldn’t break Elias. Wouldn’t ruin him. But as desire turns to obsession, and obsession to possession, one thing becomes terrifyingly clear. He will burn the world to keep him.

An ambitious administrative assistant...a perfectionist and hunk executive...a dark secret...and a whole lot name calling. Deborah Green is brilliant, diligent, and on track to earn her MBA; the only stumbling block in her path is her boss, Sebastian Alvarado. He is demanding, frank, inconsiderate, and totally enticing. A Handsome Beast, at least for Deb. After spending time in France, Sebastian has moved back to Chicago to play an integral role in his family's massive media empire. He had no idea that the foreign assistant helping him out was the stunning, naive and provocative, yet completely irritating creature he now has to deal with on a daily basis. He's never been into office romance, despite the rumors. But Deb is so alluring that he is prepared to break the rules, if necessary. Everywhere in the workplace. Sebastian and Deborah's hunger for one another has reached a boiling point, and they must now decide how much they are willing to sacrifice for satisfaction. But what if she becomes entangled with the need to conceal one terrible secret —- a secret that could alter the course of her entire life? Given the stakes, she must keep it a secret or she's totally done.

“I want you so badly it hurts.” Camellia Reid’s life is simple: dance to pay the bills, raise her deaf sister, and keep a low profile. She never asked for destiny. But destiny finds her anyway… wearing the name Lucien Draven. Alpha of the Obsidian Pack. Eyes like wildfire. A voice like sin. And a claim she can’t escape: his mate. Camellia is human, an outsider in a world built on blood and power. Loved in shadows, denied in daylight, she is pulled between Lucien’s dangerous chaos and the cold control of his rival cousin, Darius Thorne. And when Lucien pins her against the wall, fucking her with a hunger that feels like worship and ruin all at once, Camellia learns that some bonds don’t just burn hotter than reason...they consume it. The pack is watching. Enemies are hunting. Between blood feuds, queer alliances, and late-night banter, Camellia stumbles into a world sharper, darker, and funnier than she ever imagined—one ruled by possessive but yearning males, where destiny burns hotter than love and cuts deeper than fate.

I grab his neck and hungrily kiss him. My hands glide all over his body, his naked chest, stomach, and arms just the way I have been imagining. Lance kisses me back with the same hunger completely forgetting we have an audience. I feel myself fading away and I try hard to get back control before I do something am not ready for. Lance grabs my ass and squeezes it harder making me moan in his mouth. I need to stop this, it's like we are completely possessed. My hands traces the waistline of his pants and he doesn't stop me. Instead, my mate growls approvingly. In the paranormal world, hybrids are known to be powerful creatures. Their blood is believed to cure all kinds of illnesses and also makes one strong. That alone puts their lives at risk. Ariel was born hybrid and her devious father is out for her blood. To add to that,she's mated to a sadist Alpha who doesn't want a mate. Join me through her chaotic life and find out how it goes.

Love For The Wicked Book Three. In my eyes, the world is a huge sandbox created for the big boys. Girls, money, business… and I always strive to come out on top until my father gave me an ultimatum. I needed to find a wife, or I’d lose my rights to the family business. I found the perfect woman for the scheme I devised, of course. She was beautiful, feisty, the picture-perfect wife to make my father believe I was done playing games. In return, she needed a favor, the kind that takes nine months to deliver. The rules were laid out meticulously, from the no touching to fake falling in love. After a year, we would part ways amicably with no hassle, no demands, and no regrets; after all, it was all just a game. As my plan took its course, it dawned on me that playing house was a game I never should have played. She started to grow on me, from that sexy little pout to the late nightcap, the endless dirty banter, and even the fights we had. I realize I enjoyed having her around. Trouble is, how will I make her believe I am not playing games anymore? That I don’t want her to be just my contract wife, that I don’t want twelve months with her but more?

In a world where omegas are nothing but slaves, Lyra has accepted her fate—unwanted, unseen, and powerless. Rejected by every suitor, she resigns herself to a life of servitude, never knowing that the most ruthless Alpha in existence has already claimed her in secret. Alpha Kieran Darkmoor is feared by all, his name whispered in terror. Cold, merciless, and untouchable, he rules his pack with an iron fist. But the moment he sees Lyra, something primal awakens inside him. She is his mate. His obsession. His weakness. Yet, instead of claiming her, he plays a cruel game. No wolf dares to touch what belongs to him, yet Lyra remains unaware of his shadow controlling her life. He watches as she suffers, as she believes she is unworthy of love, all while his hunger for her grows unbearable. But when another wolf dares to lay claim to her, Kieran’s control shatters. The monster inside him rises, ready to mark, claim, and break the little omega who thinks no one wants her. She was born a slave. She will become his Luna. Whether she wants it or not.

‘Even the wildest of beasts, can be tamed.’ They called him the Mad Alpha, a name he’d earned after turning against his own father, dethroning him and claiming his title, all out of his hunger for power. His name alone struck fear in the hearts of even the bravest, no one was foolish enough to cross him, well except one with a death wish. Kate had just escaped a toxic marriage, all she wanted was a fresh start, but fate clearly had other plans for her. She’s met with the greatest shock of her life; she’s the Mad Alpha’s second chance mate. She would never survive him, that was a fact. Good thing the Mad Alpha had very high standards. She’d never make the cut, at least not with all the rumors of her infertility and divorce going around, but she’s about be met with yet another surprise. ~ “I don’t need a guardian. I can handle myself just fine against any attacker.” “You might be right about that, but it’s not them you’ll be needing protection from.”

“Say you're mine, Raven,” Declan pushed his tongue against my earlobe. I struggled to stiffle the moan fighting it's way to my lips. It was bad enough I was a squirming mess, I couldn't let him win. “And if I don't?” I struggled to keep my voice steady. “Then I will bend you over and each time you moan, I will inscribe a letter of my name on your neck, where everyone can see it, wherever you run to, my lovely Raven,” the husky whisper sent shivers down my spine. I didn't put it past the psychopath to do exactly as he said. ******* Raven was a trained assassin and pride of the BloodFrang Tribe, until she was tasked with bringing the head of Alpha Declan of the IronClaw Pack. Right when she's about to drive a knife through his heart, she discovers he is her mate and her mission instantly fails. To makes things worse, Declan captures her and her fiance goes ahead to marry someone else. It doesn't take long for her to realise she had been a pawn in their games and now, she just wants to see them burn.

In my dormitory, there was a poor student. With all the good intentions in the world, my roommates and I were eager to help her, not realizing how much our help would cost. She wasn't impressed by the hairdryer we offered, insisting on borrowing a branded one instead. The skincare products we gave her? They were applied to her feet. And, as if that wasn't enough, she specifically demanded luxury face cream. One day, I lent her my tablet to look up some information, and to my surprise, she secretly opened up my gaming app, spent all the diamonds and reward tickets I had saved for half a year, and left me empty-handed. When I asked her to pay me back, she turned the tables and posted a public message online, accusing me. "I'm just a poor student from the countryside, never played games before. Are the materials in the game really worth this much?" Before I knew it, the comment section was flooded with criticisms of me. In a fit of frustration, I fired back with a post of my own, throwing her into the spotlight. "Well, I suppose you've never tasted the bitterness of being cyberbullied, have you?"