Carpe Noctem

1. WAR AND HIS QUEEN by Amo Jones

SYNOPSIS

The Elite Kings Club left a trail of fear behind every person who whispered their names throughout the centuries that they’d existed. They were the product of every nightmare you were told as a child, only now, they don’t go bump in the night. They race modified cars, throw parties to conceal their morbid games, and leave behind the kind of chaos that can never be tames.

They were from an ancient bloodline of the three Founding Fathers, and it was almost time for them to plunge deeper into the depths of hell. Now that they were all on their motherland, and even closer to an island with history as dark as it was ruthless, no one had a say in the carnage of what was to come. And in this case, with War and Halen. Until now, they were nothing but exactly as they appeared on the outside.

He was a brother’s best friend, and a boy Halen had never not known. She was the daughter of one of the most feared families known to man, and the only girl who ever kindled in rage. They’d push and pull until it tore the, apart… If only to feel their bodies closer together.

Halen knew crossing that line with him was dangerous ground, yet she yielded her weapon and did it anyway. But history was being challenged, and The Kings were about to learn that not enemies are discovered on a battlefield. Some are the ghosts of what was left behind.

2. PRIEST AND HIS ANARCHIST by Amo Jones

SYNOPSIS

More information is to be announced soon.

Prologue

Priest

I was a kid when my parents decided that I was completely insane.

I remember hearing their hushed whispers in the kitchen one night. I would have been five or six. They were worried that they’d never seen me smile. It was my mother more than it was Dad, since I was pretty sure he didn’t give any more of a fuck than I did.

They thought I had no emotion. Numb—dead inside.

But they didn’t know how much I hated Luna Nox.

I reached out to touch the base of her neck as goosebumps pebbled over her flawless skin. She was younger than me, and she looked it. Dressed in an ivory sundress that could give the Devil blue balls, she was there for my taking, I just had to reach forward...

She froze, her tiny shoulders turning rigid. “You promised me.”

My lips skimmed hers. “I lied, Madness.”

Her grey eyes traveled up to mine. In this light, there’s a lilac hue through the flecks.

I’d be lying if I said she wasn’t nice to look at.

“Noted.”