White Nights is a short story by Fyodor Dostoevsky that was published in 1848. Set in St. Petersburg, it is the story of a young man fighting his inner restlessness. A light and tender narrative, it delves into the torment and guilt of unrequited love. Both protagonists suffer from a deep sense of alienation that initially brings them together. A blend of romanticism and realism, the story appeals gently to the senses and feelings.

From the nationally bestselling author of The Luminous Dead and The Death of Jane Lawrence, a transfixing, intensely atmospheric fever dream of medieval horror. Aymar Castle has been under siege for six months. Food is running low and there has been no sign of rescue. But just as the survivors consider deliberately thinning their number, the castle stores are replenished. The sick are healed. And the divine figures of the Constant Lady and her Saints have arrived, despite the barricaded gates, offering succor in return for adoration. Soon, the entire castle is under the sway of their saviors, partaking in intoxicating feasts of terrible origin. The war hero Ser Voyne gives her allegiance to the Constant Lady. Phosyne, a disorganized, paranoid nun-turned-sorceress, races to unravel the mystery of these new visitors and exonerate her experiments as their source. And in the bowels of the castle, a serving girl, Treila, is torn between her thirst for a secret vengeance against Voyne and the desperate need to escape from the horrors that are unfolding within Aymar’s walls. As the castle descends into bacchanalian madness—forgetting the massed army beyond its walls in favor of hedonistic ecstasy—these three women are the only ones to still see their situation for what it is. But they are not immune from the temptations of the castle’s new masters… or each other; and their shifting alliances and entangled pasts bring violence to the surface. To save the castle, and themselves, will take a reimagining of who they are, and a reorganization of the very world itself.

From the nationally bestselling author of The Luminous Dead and The Death of Jane Lawrence, a transfixing, intensely atmospheric fever dream of medieval horror. Aymar Castle has been under siege for six months. Food is running low and there has been no sign of rescue. But just as the survivors consider deliberately thinning their number, the castle stores are replenished. The sick are healed. And the divine figures of the Constant Lady and her Saints have arrived, despite the barricaded gates, offering succor in return for adoration. Soon, the entire castle is under the sway of their saviors, partaking in intoxicating feasts of terrible origin. The war hero Ser Voyne gives her allegiance to the Constant Lady. Phosyne, a disorganized, paranoid nun-turned-sorceress, races to unravel the mystery of these new visitors and exonerate her experiments as their source. And in the bowels of the castle, a serving girl, Treila, is torn between her thirst for a secret vengeance against Voyne and the desperate need to escape from the horrors that are unfolding within Aymar’s walls. As the castle descends into bacchanalian madness—forgetting the massed army beyond its walls in favor of hedonistic ecstasy—these three women are the only ones to still see their situation for what it is. But they are not immune from the temptations of the castle’s new masters… or each other; and their shifting alliances and entangled pasts bring violence to the surface. To save the castle, and themselves, will take a reimagining of who they are, and a reorganization of the very world itself.

From Eden Emory comes an f/f spicy dark romance between an inexperienced and cold assassin and a very experienced secret service agent with a mysterious back story. It’s been years since my first kill. I have my process down to a science. And maybe sometimes I even allow myself to enjoy it. But when I’m asked to infiltrate Club Pétale to get close to a target, I never expected how my entire life would shift. Blake. An easy target. Or at least she was supposed to be. I’ve never felt love, but when her green eyes looked at me with such warmth, I’d like to believe it felt something like that. But a job is a job, and no matter what, I would see the end to this. Note: this is a dark romance with many dark themes and an unconventional pairing. Please look at the trigger warnings on the authors' website before continuing. The people in this book are full of flaws and are not good people, do not come into this book looking for a typical hero because you will not find one. Don't Hate Me is a contemporary standalone in an interconnected series surrounding an adult club. The Club Pétale is a series of interconnected standalones with HEA's. They do not need to be read together to be enjoyed but it is recommended that you start from Don't Stop Me.

From Eden Emory comes an f/f spicy dark romance between an inexperienced and cold assassin and a very experienced secret service agent with a mysterious back story. It’s been years since my first kill. I have my process down to a science. And maybe sometimes I even allow myself to enjoy it. But when I’m asked to infiltrate Club Pétale to get close to a target, I never expected how my entire life would shift. Blake. An easy target. Or at least she was supposed to be. I’ve never felt love, but when her green eyes looked at me with such warmth, I’d like to believe it felt something like that. But a job is a job, and no matter what, I would see the end to this. Note: this is a dark romance with many dark themes and an unconventional pairing. Please look at the trigger warnings on the authors' website before continuing. The people in this book are full of flaws and are not good people, do not come into this book looking for a typical hero because you will not find one. Don't Hate Me is a contemporary standalone in an interconnected series surrounding an adult club. The Club Pétale is a series of interconnected standalones with HEA's. They do not need to be read together to be enjoyed but it is recommended that you start from Don't Stop Me.

I have been hiding for most of my life, the last thing on my mind was love. But how could I deny myself when the person I had been craving so sweetly handed herself over to me on a silver platter? I planned to lay low at Club Pétale, maybe have a bit of fun while I was at it, but after meeting her my plans changed. Now I will stop at nothing until she is mine, even if that meant going back to school. I’ll see you soon, Professor Evens. I hope you haven’t forgotten about me just yet.