James Patrick Cronin

How did Everson Croft discover his powers? Let's go back to the night I turned 13, the night Grandpa filleted my finger with his cane sword. I can't say what terrified me more, the cold anger in his eyes or the crazy things in his locked study. A talking trunk. Squirming coats. A bookshelf whose titles shifted before my eyes. And one chilling title in particular: Book of Souls. Ten years later I'm on my way to a Romanian monastery, in search of...

Your monster hunting pros When a camp counselor goes missing under shadowy circumstances, the Blue Wolf and his team race to an idyllic summer camp to recover her. But the mystery of the counselor only darkens. Prior to disappearing, she shook her cabin with supernatural tales of the deadly and deranged… and now they're coming to life. Towering over them all is Tommy Wortmann, a demonic brute intent on turning the camp into his grisly killing grounds. Can...

They say it takes a predator to catch one. Does an overweight cat qualify? With my apartment scheduled for fumigation, Tabitha and I are forced to pitch camp in my friend's living room. Fortunately, Kayla already knows my succubus cat can talk-and that she doesn't hold back. But something's been preying on our host. I immediately suspect her new roommates, mainly the creep with the vampiric vibes. The feeder could also be lurking inside Kayla's favorite...

Warning: Foul-mouthed cat ahead Prof Croft here and, yes, I trapped a murderous succubus in a kitten's body and made her my pet. The alternative was to behead her, and as wizards go, I'm just not that callous. Do you think Tabitha shows any appreciation? Two years old now, her speech has grown along with her girth, and when not insulting me, she's plotting ways to devour my soul. But that's the least of my problems. An early winter storm has plunged...

Go West, Prof Croft! When my magical order assigns me to Grimstone, Colorado on a case, I'm in no hurry to pack my staff and spell books. The outlaw county is a far cry from my academic calling in New York City. And I'm being paired with junior wizard James Wesson. A hustler, womanizer, and wannabe cowboy, he's exactly why I prefer working alone. But something sinister is snatching blondes on the full moon. The local werewolf gang? The six-hundred...

The best-selling autobiography of America's most controversial celebrity icon, Marilyn Manson (with a bonus chapter not in the hardcover). In his twenty-nine years, rock idol Manson has experienced more than most people have (or would want to) in a lifetime. Now, in his shocking and candid memoir, he takes readers from backstage to gaol cells, from recording studios to emergency rooms, from the pit of despair to the top of the charts, and recounts...

The scene is set. The truth is coming... Five years in the making Not Alone: Origins is a collection of exciting character origin stories designed to provide exclusive insights into the people who make Not Alone tick, as well as to show how they first became embroiled in the grandest conspiracy of all time. From Emma Ford's early days with Jack Neal at XPR, all the way to John Cole's ruthless rise to the top and Timo Fiore's early interests in space...

A secret like this doesn't keep itself.... Not Alone: First Encounter is a prequel to the globally acclaimed Not Alone series, set several years before two worlds collide under the weight of the grandest conspiracy of all time. For the first time ever, First Encounter lifts the curtain on a deadly series of events surrounding the initial meeting between the ruthless Richard Walker - untouchable head of the controversial Interspace Defense Agency...

Titus sought glory in the Free States Infantry. He ended up in the Engineers. When the chance came to prove himself, he grabbed it with both hands. And caught the eye of the Intelligence service. How could a boot enlisted engineer transform into a soldier who works behind the scenes to root out corruption in the ranks as easily as providing combat intel to the front lines? Titus thought life was dangerous as a ground pounder where he could hold...