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Amateur sleuth Claire Montrose gets more than she bargained for when she attends her twenty-year high-school reunion and a secret admirer sends her a heart-shaped box marked with death, and she must uncover an elusive killer. 15,000 first printing.

'Buy my stepfather's ghost' read the e-mail. So Jude did. He bought it, in the shape of the dead man's suit, delivered in a heart-shaped box, because he wanted it: because his fans ate up that kind of story. It was perfect for his collection: the genuine skulls and the bones, the real honest-to-God snuff movie, the occult books and all the rest of the paraphanalia that goes along with his kind of hard/goth rock. But the rest of his collection doesn't make the house feel cold. The bones don't make the dogs bark; the movie doesn't make Jude feel as if he's being watched. And none of the artefacts bring a vengeful old ghost with black scribbles over his eyes out of the shadows to chase Jude out of his home, and make him run for his life ...

I've always played it safe. Forever the good girl, staying within the lines of morality. But it's time for a change. Time to leave all of that behind.I know he's forbidden, off limits to me, but I don't care. I've found the one indulgence I will treat myself to without regrets.Chapter One My brother, Roman, my own personal Jesus at times, is always pushing and sometimes shoving me to follow my dreams; no matter how insane or fucking crazy they are. He's been right here in my corner, cheering me on. So of course, when I dropped out of college a year ago to pursue my dream of owning my own business, I recruited Roman to help me break the news to our parents. After the dust settled and the smoke cleared, mom and dad were somewhat receptive and offered me their spider infested basement to set up shop. Living upstairs would make commuting a fucking breeze. Even Roman decided to take some time off from getting his degree in business, to babysit me, and therefore becoming my partner in crime. With a few modifications and a shit load of elbow grease, we were off and running; I couldn't have done it without him. It's been one hell of a wild ride but business is good, so good that we've outgrown the cramped, cold and damp little space under our parents' house. Finally ready to break free of the Dungeon, we hired on a few more hands to help out. Roman being the cheap, penny pinching, no holds barred, negotiating, asshole he is; we took a vote. He was nominated four to one to take on the headache of pounding the pavement for a new home for our thriving little Twinkled Designs. It didn't take Roman long to hunt down the perfect location in the old historic district of San Francisco. Newly renovated and freshly placed and on the market, The Manor had a lot of available office space for lease, and if we acted fast we could be the first to occupy a spot in the building. Roman, not well known for being patient or considerate of others, didn't want to wait, and insisted I get my lazy ass up and see it right away. I had this eerie feeling, the one you get that stabs at your insides. But it could just be that it's not even nine am, on a Saturday and I'm unfortunately awake, plus I'm up, dressed and here pulling on a set of locked fucking doors in a dress on a cold morning. I'm a little pissed there's no Roman yet but I'm not surprised either. However as I glance around, I'm quickly over it taken aback by the gorgeous building. It's a sign that we had finally made it, that all our hard work had finally paid off. I can feel the butterflies begin to flutter in the pit of my stomach when I'm suddenly startled by a cold hand heavy on my shoulder. I find myself going to the dark place of "what-ifs" in my head, the ones my dad had always warned me about. 'Gabs, pretty little girls like you go missing every day. This world is filled with monsters be smart.' He would say.Relieved is an understatement, when I hear Roman's deep voice speak up from behind me. "Well, what do you think Gaby, did big brother come through or what?""Jesus, you scared the shit out of me, Roman! And by the way you're only older by about fifteen and some odd seconds. But it is amazing and, wow, this location. When do I get see the inside?"Tauntingly dangling a key in front of my face, so much pride and excitement flowing from him he can barely stand it, Roman says, "Right now, sis. The owner said it would be okay to take you in and show you around. But first I need those two little, magic words.""Ugh, fine fucker, pretty please can we go in now?" Once inside, it's like an instant orgasm, making me weak in the knees. The smell of the eggshell colored freshly painted walls has easily become my new favorite scent next to the musky aroma of a man's cologne. The elegant look of the new cherry stained hardwood floors has a professional business feel to it.

Judas Coyne is a collector of the macabre: a cookbook for cannibals . . . a used hangman's noose . . . a snuff film. An aging death-metal rock god, his taste for the unnatural is as widely known to his legions of fans as the notorious excesses of his youth. But nothing he possesses is as unlikely or as dreadful as his latest discovery, an item for sale on the Internet, a thing so terribly strange, Jude can't help but reach for his wallet. I will "sell" my stepfather's ghost to the highest bidder. . . . For a thousand dollars, Jude will become the proud owner of a dead man's suit, said to be haunted by a restless spirit. He isn't afraid. He has spent a lifetime coping with ghosts—of an abusive father, of the lovers he callously abandoned, of the bandmates he betrayed. What's one more? But what UPS delivers to his door in a black heart-shaped box is no imaginary or metaphorical ghost, no benign conversation piece. It's the real thing. And suddenly the suit's previous owner is everywhere: behind the bedroom door . . . seated in Jude's restored vintage Mustang . . . standing outside his window . . . staring out from his widescreen TV. Waiting—with a gleaming razor blade on a chain dangling from one bony hand. . . . A multiple-award winner for his short fiction, author Joe Hill immediately vaults into the top echelon of dark fantasists with a blood-chilling roller-coaster ride of a novel, a masterwork brimming with relentless thrills and acid terror.

Get four bone-chilling novels of psychological and supernatural suspense from New York Times bestselling author Joe Hill in one e-book, including: Heart-Shaped Box, 20th Century Ghosts, Horns, and NOS4A2. Each publication of Hill is beautiful textured, deliciously scary, and greeted with the sort of overwhelming critical acclaim that is rare for works of skin-crawling supernatural terror. Read on if you dare to see what all the well-deserved hoopla is about.

The Lady Ludlow collection of English Porcelain forms one of the greatest assemblages of 18th century English Porcelain in the world. It comprises about five hundred pieces of Bow, Chelsea, Derby and Worcester porcelain, and from other factories, as well as some ancillary pieces that take the story of English porcelain into the early 19th century. Formed between the two world wars, it reflects both the taste of its time and the unrivaled buying opportunities that were available in what may now be seen as a time of plenty.

Get lovesick and spread the Heart-Shaped Pox with this full-color illustrated children's book about looking past imperfections and seeing a person's true colors. A medieval setting begins the tale of a Queen who commands a feast to be held for Valentine's Day. The story unfolds in a sonnet written as 12 sestains, each with a lyrical rhyme scheme of AAB CCB. The musicality of the prose lends itself to be read aloud. "What should I bring?" "What's the Queen's favorite thing?" Whispered Knights around their round table. The Chancellor leaned in And said with a grin, "A Heart-Shaped Box will prove you are able." When a Jester incorrectly hears the suggestion for a gift, he intentionally covers himself in a potion that causes his skin to break out in pox. In an effort to win the heart of the Queen, he begs her to "look closer." Emmy award-winning journalist Tony Geftos wrote a love story for his wife after he was bed-ridden with a severe case of adult chicken pox. The story of a Jester trying to impress the Queen through a series of misunderstandings is brought to life by the vibrant illustrations of Don Lee, who spent decades as an editorial cartoonist. The content is suitable for children of all ages, complete with teachable moments. Vocabulary words abound and can be discussed, defined, and discerned through context. Opportunities to enhance your children's reading and comprehension levels apply to this short form storybook, which hearkens back to the styles of children's books popular during the 1950s and 60s. It's the perfect gift for Valentine's Day or any day!