Showing results by publisher "Tantor Media" in Gothic

After fifty wearisome years of searching for his fated mate, vampire Cordon Shaw, Viscount Grayson, compiles a list of activities to complete before the lack of a mating bond kills him. In his pursuit of some sense of satisfaction, he stumbles upon a gorgeous woman who rebuffs his advances—and...

You'd do the same thing. If your father was drowning in your hospital debt, you'd find yourself standing naked before three powerful men you hate. With a proposition and one hundred thousand dollars. My pride disappeared when I saw the foreclosure notice on my front door. My morals disintegrated...

Driven by the glory he'll earn from the Royal Horticultural Society for such an achievement, Gregor ignores the flaws in his plan: that intelligence cannot be controlled; that plants cannot be reasoned with; and that the only way his plant-beast will flourish is if he uses a recently deceased corpse for the substrate. The experiment-or Chloe, as she is named-outstrips even Gregor's expectations, entangling their strange household. But as Gregor's experiment flourishes, he wilts under the cost of keeping it hidden from jealous eyes.

Three years ago, Rosalind Courtenay stumbled from the 19th century to the 21st, where she has been trapped ever since, leaving her husband and infant son behind. Now she's found her way back. The problem, of course, is how to explain her absence to her husband. Does he think she abandoned him? Has he remarried? Is he happy in a new life? Rosalind decides to don a disguise in hopes of answering her questions before showing up on his doorstep. Instead, a twist of fate has her mistaken for her young son's new governess.

Jacob Ashland's life has taken an unexpected turn. He's now the earl of Ashland and expected to marry. But he's done that before and had his heart ripped from his chest. When Charlotte shows up at his door needing protection, he offers to marry her - in name - only. Charlotte, an orphan, suspects her sinister cousin of terrorizing London. When her maid disappears, she fears for her own life and runs away. Lord Ashland offers marriage, and it's the perfect solution. But it isn't long before she finds herself falling for her new husband.

Joshua Hull, screenwriter of Glorious, brings an edge of horror film expertise to this story of small-town haunting, trauma, and grief that just won't let go. 8114 roots out the rot of a small town's past and unravels the memories we must face to survive the present.

Francine Thwaite has lived all her fifty-five years in her family's ancestral home, a rambling Elizabethan manor in England's Lake District. No other living soul resides there, but Francine isn't alone. There are ghosts in Thwaite Manor, harmless and familiar. Most beloved is Bree, the mischievous ghost girl who has been Francine's companion since childhood. When Francine's estranged sister, Madeleine, returns to the manor after years away, she brings with her a story that threatens everything Francine has always believed.

Grad Student Sydney Denik is getting a second chance. When a dream opportunity presents itself with a prestigious foundation doing promising Alzheimer's research, Sydney leaves the shambles of her old life to join a dozen other students at an isolated lodge hidden away in a remote, fog-shrouded inlet on Vancouver Island. But the Madrona Foundation harbors more than brilliant minds. Everyone around her is hiding a terrible secret—including the resident psychologist she's falling in love with.

The Duke of the Damned is dead. When my coven is blamed for his murder, I'm desperate to clear their name before my sisters are arrested and I lose the only family I've ever known. But I only have one week to find the culprit, and the new heir to the duchy is none other than Detective Liam Rorick, my enigmatic ex-partner and archenemy. It doesn't matter if Rorick is a competent investigator. He's the most cantankerous vampire I've ever had the displeasure of knowing. There's a reason I swore I'd never work with him again.

Rachel Bagwell's ghost has found justice. Bishop Biddle is dead. But for Emily Lyles, the night of his death is only the beginning. When the shock fades, she's left with a truth she can't unsee—she was raised in a cult, and its rot runs deeper in her family than she ever imagined.

Weapons are not born, they're made. And a weapon, I have become. I am the scythe that will cleave the Gods' traitorous heads from their not-so-Divine bodies. Forced to the dangerous Ortus Island and the very first Mortal Gods Academy, I know that time is running out for both me and the Darkhavens. If we can't figure out what the Gods are planning and how to stop them, it's no longer just our lives on the line. It's the lives of every Mortal God in existence.

It's an ordinary assignment, nothing more. The cargo? Fifty boxes filled with Transylvanian soil. The route? From Varna to Whitby. The Demeter has made many trips like this. The captain has handled dozens of crews.

When I was three years old, I started drawing a house with a red door. Next to the house I drew a happy family—a husband, a wife, a baby, and their dog. For years I cried every night, clutching the drawings, begging my mother to take me home to my real family. I was labeled odd—a talented child with an overactive imagination. But one day I wandered straight to that house with the red door, and I found the man and the dog I had been drawing.

Once upon a time, humankind ruled the world while lycans and vampires lived in secret. This is no longer that time. Welcome to the Clemente Clan. Be careful. We bite.

This isn't a fairytale. I dethroned Prince Charming long ago. They call me the King of darkness and death. Ruler of the underworld. My reign is ruthless, my word is the law. If I want it, I take it, regardless of the bloodshed. But then she walks into my life. I don't want her, I need her. She can fight, she can beg, but her fate is sealed. Until her debt is paid, she's mine. She ran from her old life, but she can't outrun me. Welcome to my Bloody Kingdom, Quincey Page.

On a small island in a remote corner of northwest Scotland lies Maundrell castle, owned by its wealthy namesake family for centuries—until now. Edwina Nunn is shocked to learn a relative she never heard of has bequeathed the castle and its land to her. What awaits Edie and her teenage daughter, Neve, is even more startling, for the castle is home to a multitude of ghosts. Yet there's a strange beauty in the austere architecture and the eerie, bloody waters of Loch na Scáthanna, the Lake of Shadows. 

Ellen Marx used to talk to the dead. Now they're ghosting her . . . With her psychic gifts on the fritz, she's been demoted to hawking discount crystals at third-rate paranormal conventions. But when she inadvertently solves a supernatural challenge at New Jersey's Hooky Spooky Convention, she...

Two hotter-than-hell boyfriends to juggle, one merciless archangel who wants me dead, and then there's Francis. I still don't know what his deal is, and after that fateful night in the caves beneath the Academy, I'm not sure I want to know. Everything around me is changing, but I'm the same. I'm still the only human. No powers, no special skills to speak of. Just a prophecy that says a human will one day retire the most powerful Grim Reaper alive, but I doubt I'm the savior the supernatural world has been waiting for. If I am, the implications are too horrible.

Grim Reaper Academy is a prison, and my father is the jailor. Since he's been appointed Headmaster, he's been changing all the rules. There's a curfew now, students are not allowed to gather in groups, and all connections with the outside have been cut. And don't think that because I'm his daughter, the rules don't apply to me. On the contrary, he's even more of a tyrant. He's forbidden me from seeing my lovers, GC and Paz. He says he'll find me a match worthy of my name. Unfortunately for him, I am my father's daughter. I do not break. I don't even bend.

I'm not who I used to be. Valentine Morningstar, my own father, tried to ruin my life, and instead he made me stronger. But my own power will consume me if I don't learn how to control it, how to channel it to help everyone, not just myself. I have to learn how to be this new person I've become. GC - my handsome false god, Pazuzu - my dark demon, Sariel - my fallen archangel, and Francis - my...I know what he is now, but it hurts to say it. They keep me grounded. They keep me sane, and they keep me good. Without them, I'm afraid I might just turn into a villain.