They said the house at the end of the dirt road was haunted. They were right. But Kenzie Ryan and her friends are about to find out the hard way and it could cost them their lives. Kady Cross, author of SISTERS OF BLOOD AND SPIRIT, puts a new spin on the classic story of teens staying overnight in a haunted house, and reminds us that evil spirits don’t appreciate UNINVITED guests.

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A Haunted Night follows the paranormal experiences of six teenagers. Follow them as they film long into the night at their school and find out why it was said to be haunted. **Based on real experiences**

[COMPLETED] When down on her luck, Abby Redding lands a position as the personal assistant for wealthy businessman Alex Carter, her first assignment is to fix up his new cabin in a remote town. Things don't go as planned when an unsolved murder and a haunted cabin leave Abby Redding fighting for her life. Is her handsome boss hiding secrets? Or is there something more sinister afoot?

Some relatives are meant to stay distant. * * * Josephine Lyttleton-Bradley can't understand why she must leave her London home - in the middle of the night during a wicked storm, no less - to live with a relative she's never even met. When Josie realizes she's stuck indefinitely in Great Aunt Donatella's lavish, but spooky mansion in the English countryside, she must uncover why her parents kept details about this branch of the family a secret or risk missing her chance to ever leave. [Approx. 30K word Novella] (c) 2014 All Rights Reserved - R.S. Kovach

My name is Addison Jones. I am 15 years old. I had long black hair that went down to my bottom and gray eyes. I was pale as a ghost, at least thats what my mom would always say. I had just moved to a small town in Pennsylvania where I went to my first year of public school. Being taught by my mother at home my entire life, sophomore year was a huge reality check for me. I didn’t really fit in. Most of the girls here were blonde and had lots of friends, and I was…alone. I always was alone. For as long as I could remember, everybody didn't pay much attention to me. I've never had a "friend", and I can't recall the last time anyone other than my mom payed much attention to me.. at all, for the most part. Even my teachers payed me little to no attention. I didn’t like school, but because of my fathers death, my mom could no longer teach me as she had to work. I was only a week into school and everything was normal… until it happened.