Are There Any Rare Variants Of Tales Of Suspense #59?

“Jim,” she moaned. “Please don’t go…” “No way, baby.” He held her face in both of his hands, his thumbs tracing the curve of her perfect lips. “I’m not going anywhere.” He spun her now, pushed her up against the wall next to the door. His arms were raised above her, his hands flat on the wall, and he lowered his head to kiss her, slow and hot. She wrapped her arms around his waist, and he almost groaned to feel those hands on him. “Kat,” he said against her mouth, his voice hoarse with want. “I need you.” **** Katherine Lawrence has built her life around disappearing. No records. No roots. A packed suitcase by the door. New hair every two weeks. No past, no attachments, and no reason to stay. When she’s finally forced to spill her secrets to a group of ex–Rangers and an ex-sniper, Jim Alden is assigned one job: keep Kat alive… and keep her from running. Jim is as guarded and dangerous as she is infuriating. He wants to shake her for her distrust – and kiss her until she forgets how to flee. When Kat’s past finally claws into the light, Jim makes her a promise she doesn’t believe anyone can keep: safety, honesty, and a place to stand still. But the past never stops hunting. As old enemies close in and lives hang in the balance, Kat is ready to vanish again, alone, afraid, and free. Unless Jim can convince her that staying is worth the risk… and that this time, she won’t have to run.

TWIN TORMENTORS BOOK 2 is out: *BEAUTIFULLY RUINED* It was outlawed to excuse oneself in the presence of either of the twins, let alone when they were two. But the clattering of the spoons against the plates made my head spin in circles. I wanted out of this place and I didn't care whether I would rub the obsessed psychopaths the wrong way, because they’ve been breathing down my neck since they brought me here. I can’t eat, shower, sleep, even sit alone without them going alpha on me. My twins: My tormentors!

“You are mine, Firefly. Only mine, Mine to touch. Mine to kiss. Mine to fuck,,.” he whispered slowly against my neck, my body drenched with the warmth of his breath against my skin, my thighs clenching tighter with every word and claim he utters “If you let another man touch you he dies. I am the gates of hell Firefly, If you walk in I wouldn’t let you leave.” To Escape her dangerous Ex and fulfil her family’s ultimatum Addison make a deal with her billionaire neighbour “Axel Rex” who unknown to her is a devil with a devastatingly gorgeous face, he proposes a a simple two months contract; she will be his charming plus one to corporate events, important gatherings… and he will provide the build of the boyfriend she wants and her family will accept to keep her obsessive Ex-boyfriend away. Addison believes his fierce protectiveness over her is just an act for the public, however she’s completely blinded to the real reason: Axel is an Alpha, a descendant from the house of Orion, and she is his mate, he never saw their agreement as a lie, for him it was a step closer to getting her, a step closer to claiming her as his, but will she still be his after knowing who he truly is? Would she choose to stay even with lies? Will what was turning real shatter back to dust? Will their love reign over the curse of his existence?

Anya Who would have thought turning 21 would change my life and send me into the depths of hell and into the arms of a bad man. A very bad man who has a vendetta against my father. He can never know who I am or my life is over before it even begins. I'm kidnapped during my birthday celebration and tossed into the underground of a hotel to be auctioned off, then bought by the very same man who would love to watch me bleed. I do the only thing I can - fake it, if only to survive one more night. I tell him my name is Anika and he seems to buy my excuses. But how long can I hide behind a mask and how long before he learns of my true identity and brutalizes me for revenge? I'll pay for my father's sins. Maybe even with my life. *** Bastien I've never claimed to be a good man. I trade in the dark; anything, save for humans, can be up for sale to the highest bidder. The king of the black market, this city is my playground. All until tonight... All until her… The auction is held at my hotel once every four months with one iron clad rule in place: no trafficking. So to say that I'm shocked to find her on my stage amongst the goods like a precious lamb to the slaughter is putting it lightly. I had to buy her to appease one of my biggest clients, but the more I look at her, the more I realise… That I want her to be mine alone. But who is this little doll truly and why did she end up on my stage, ready to be sold to the highest bidder?

In 1863 in Victorian London a young noblewoman with a desire for adventure, named Elizabeth, joins forces with a policeman named Thomas to solve supernatural mysteries. With the help of friends and new members, they will stand against vampires, werewolves and many other monsters as The Victorian Society of Strange Occurrences. MULTIPLE STORIES COMPLETE

Abductors bind me in a basement, subjecting me to the torment of dozens. Meanwhile, my husband, Evan Foster, dines by candlelight with his lover, Carmen Locke. My abductors grant me one chance to call for help, and I dial Evan's number. I'm certain he will come for me. I believe Evan would give his life for me, as he once vowed that his future held no meaning without me. Clinging to hope, I call the number etched in my heart. However, Evan scolds me for interrupting their date. "You think I'll come get you? Dream on. Maybe I'll bother to collect your body if you die out there." His words crush me, and I do die. Five days later, Evan stands before the autopsy table, grimacing at the mangled remains before him. Even as the police department's finest forensic expert, having dissected thousands of bodies, he condemns the killer's brutality. Yet, despite his cold dismissal of my desperate plea over the phone, he now wears a look of pity. Evan, if you knew these fragments belonged to me, would you still find me worthy of your compassion?