Anime-obsessed Anne might be a fictophiliac, or she might just hate touch so much, she’ll never have sex. She doesn’t really care about the difference, as long as she has her favorite pillow to grind against when she needs physical relief. Anne’s favorite pillow is more than just a feather-filled cotton sack—he’s alive but no one knows it. Hot, pulsing magic weaves between his fibers each time she touches him. All he wants is to be the man Anne needs.

Someone’s been watching Tana closely, but he’s a lot closer than she realizes. From intimate moments to lazy afternoons on the couch, he’s secretly seen it all—and fallen for her along the way. The problem is that someone else is watching too, and his obsession with Tana is a lot more dangerous.

Fleeing college pressure, Jules heads home to rest, recharge, and figure out a plan before fall break ends. Eager to spend time with her mother and stepfather, there's one presence she's less thrilled about seeing: Red. The sentient, smirking pitcher of Cherry Chill-Assist Punch was a huge pain in the glass. He'd been getting under her skin for two years now, ever since their parents' wedding day. Red's taste in entertainment and weirdly suggestive commentary were driving her crazy, a destination she was capable of finding all on her own.

Felicity Stiff was not expecting her agent to send her a salacious gift as inspiration for her research project. What she gets is something much more than the stimulating package that comes in the mail. When she unwittingly releases a 14th century player named Lord Richard, she must learn to let down her walls and receive, while he must prove he knows how to give.

I see dead people, and not just the men I murdered. I'm in danger of being committed because I can’t tell what’s real from my hallucinations. Everyone thinks I’m crazy when the serial killer I jilted starts haunting my house. He assassinates any man who shows me interest, leaving their body parts under my pillow. During the day, his gaslighting destroys my peace of mind. But at night, he invades my nightmares and makes me crave the depravity.