I didn’t eat people. Just men.First of all, I’d like to set the record straight. I wasn’t a cannibal, ʼkay?I didn’t eat people. Just men. I ate their hearts out before they ever saw me coming. Figuratively, of course. Most of the time.Sometimes a girl had to do what a girl had to do. And sometimes what I had to do was fry those suckers up with a little bit of buttermilk and enough shortening to give ya coronary.I wouldn’t ever apologize for it.Which was something else you should know about me. I was unapologetic. Then again, so was he. Else the hotshot with a blade bigger than his d*ck wouldn’t have barged his way into my little apartment without so much as a “my bad, sorry for disturbing you, ma’am.”And I wouldn’t have been forced to tie him to a chair and teach him some manners. But here we are, ain’t we?Just a sweet little Southern girl and the big bad pickle-diddler who thought he was about to get his rocks off.Guess it wasn’t his lucky day. Sure was mine, though.Eat Your Heart Out is a dark standalone novella with a HEA. Please heed the trigger warnings at the beginning of the book.

Soon after the Anglo-Irish Agreement, when the tension was at a peak in Northern Ireland, Colm Tóibín travelled along the Irish border from Derry to Newry. Bad Blood tells of fear and anger, and of the historical legacy that has imprinted itself on the landscape and its inhabitants. Marches, demonstrations and funerals are the rituals observed by the communities that live along this route. With insight and intelligence Tóibín listens to the stories that are told, and unfolds for the reader the complex unhapiness of this fraught border. ‘Tóibín has the narrative poise of Brian Moore and the patient eye for domestic detail of John McGahern, but he is very much his own man.’ Kate Kellaway, Observer ‘High class reportage...Tóibín was conscientious about talking to real people, not just “names” with a good line in TV chat, and went to see and hear and sense things at a local, grassroots level’ Irish Times

An unforgettable story about loss and new love from the bestselling author of Brooklyn and Long Island.'The most striking example of Tóibín's emotional control . . . [An] eloquent expression of the bond between a mother and a son' – GuardianOne snowy morning, after arguing with her husband, Miquel’s mother walks out from their home high up in the Pyrenees and does not return. With his younger brother stationed far away on military service and his father cast out by the people of the town, Miquel and his father are left to fend for themselves. Together they will be forced to battle the elements, and their resentment of each other, through the long winter.Miquel’s desperate searching for his mother is only interrupted when Manolo, an orphaned servant boy from the next village, arrives to help out in the house. As Miquel is forced to confront the reality of his mother's absence, Manolo, with his silences and longing gaze, offers the promise of new love, and another kind of life.'A Long Winter evokes loss, loneliness, guilt and survival in a few masterly strokes' – Independent

When Mr. Earnshaw, master of Wuthering Heights, returns from a trip with an unkempt orphan in tow, he announces that the child, Heathcliff, is now a member of the family. While young Catherine Earnshaw becomes close with Heathcliff, her older brother, Hindley, sinks into bitter resentment. As Catherine and Heathcliff mature, and their affection blossoms into desire, Hindley’s resentment boils over into hatred, setting the stage for a tragic drama whose aftermath will shake the foundations of their world.

A Boy’s Love drama about dark connections by the creator of Go For It, Nakamura!High schooler Hoshino Terumichi has been haunted by a recurring dream: a young man, a century earlier, dying at the hands of another man he calls “Sensei.” This dream--or curse--is about to merge with reality when a mysterious, attractive classmate named Yamada Omihito steps into Terumichi’s life.