"you're sick in the head, you know that" I shouted "Sick or not you're out pack your shit and go" He pointed to the door of the work shop. - Mila Brown never expected her first year of college to go downhill, all because she got tangled up with the wrong people at the wrong time. Although Mila loves Christian she can't stand to even be in the same room as him. Christian Chavez, all has gone well in all 5 years of teaching but this year was different. Meeting Mila was a trick sent by the devil, even though Christian fell for that trick he never regretted meeting Mila, not once. - Book 1- My Spot Book 2- Mine Started- May 15th 2022 Ended- June 12th 2022 currently being edited #1 novice writer- 2022

I lived out of a van and wherever the wheels took me was my home. I danced with drunkards at the local country bar and I smoked cigarettes, staining them with my black cherry lipstick. I always had my head in the clouds, because I was a free spirit; my spirit was pure and I lived one day at a time. I was a lonely poet, constantly seeking for more but failing to put it in the right words. I knew that he was the one for me, from the very moment that I set my eyes on him. He was the kind of man I pictured to take my innocence. His tall and strong build made my small one feel safe around him, as if he were a shield from all the terrible things that the world could throw at me. Those big hands of his, God, I could imagine just the pleasure they could bring to me. The fact that he drank green tea, read the newspaper every dawn, that salt 'n' pepper hair of his, those aged lines on his face- he was like art; to me, he transcended poetry. I wore my emotions on my sleeves and he saw right through me, as he did with every other person. He read me like he did those words on the front page of his newspapers, but I didn't care. I wanted him to be my hero and I wanted to belong to him. I wanted him to take me in his arms and whisk me away, strip me of every bit of innocence even if it ruined me. It's true what they say, 'be careful what you wish for'. I hadn't known that a man like him was no saviour, even though he had warned me, I was in too deep already, too naïve and too in love with what I saw- that I had no idea the ruin that lay ahead as Massimiliano Esposito's woman. Poetry- as it had for all other great poets- led me to my destruction.

I was the daughter of a dirty sheriff and an abused woman. Haedleigh was a small town, which really didn't have much going on, and it was known for its vintage trains. It was the kind of town where everybody knew everybody, your neighbours were practically family and there was only one college in town. Our bars played amateur music from amateur bands who rehearsed in their garages, there was a gas station where trucks would stop for the night and cheap beer cans littered the streets every Saturday and Sunday morning. Haedleigh was the kind of place where kids weren't afraid to play in the streets and more often than not, the elderly would gather every morning, gossiping about whose daughter was spotted with whose son. But even with towns as peaceful as Haedleigh, dirty secrets still lay within the rubble of the scrapyard. The swinging decapitated bodies that hung from the Islesbury Bridge, heads placed on spikes on the front lawn of different homes, and the random gunfire you'd hear in the middle of the night as the people of Haedleigh sat near their radios, in silence. It was all his doing. A man by the name of Salvatore Esposito that people whispered in the confines of their homes with the lights off for fear of the curse that his name carried. Quite honestly, I dismissed the whispers and thought that they were simply rumours. Lord knows how those spread around these parts since people didn't have much to do with their lives, but I suppose I shouldn't have been so naïve. I mean, papa did refer to his corrupt friends as 'the devil'. That should have been warning enough I suppose, but my curiosity would be the death of me...literally. AVAILABLE ON KINDLE!

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You know when you were younger and they told you that you could be whoever you wished to be? You could grow up and become whatever you set your mind and heart upon? Yep, well I'm here to tell you that's a complete load of bull. So as I stared across at my fiancé, our hands conjoined as he read his vows- it dawned on me. Getting married at age 23 to a self centered lawyer who viewed me as more of his little prodigé than his actually wife was not what I wanted. Becoming a defense attorney at a record age to a company own by said husband that I'll never be taken seriously in was definitely not what I wanted. And making my parents happy by completely shutting down any hopes and dreams I've ever had. was absolutely not what I wanted. "Nope." I shook my head, glancing between the priest and Jake, my soon-to-be, as I yanked my hands out of his. "W-what?" He stuttered, looking back at me mortified along with everyone else in the chapel. "Fuck this." I shook my head, as I lifted my dress and quickly made my way back down the isle that was littered with people I'd never seen before. So, few hours later and I'm on the first flight to Maine. Why? Well, shit happens. *this book is unedited

[Excerpt]: "Does it bother you?" He asked, after an incisive moment of silence. "Does...what bother me?" I immediately returned, unable to decipher the objective behind the closed-ended question. "The way I stare. At you." He pondered, as his dark gaze studied my flushed appearance. Glowering down at me from a modest distance above, I was sure he could uncover every last one of my veiled secrets with one of his enigmatic looks. The way his midnight gaze steadily roamed across my unassuming frame had caused my body to ignite from within, but it also spawned me to wonder what about the man aroused such pronounced feelings from me. "Yes." I finally responded in a fragile voice I barely recognized as my own. Rather than acknowledge the closeted remark, he smoothly strutted forward until his body was crouched directly in front of mine. Our faces were now jarringly closer than they'd been mere seconds ago, allowing me to analyze the perfectly smooth ridges of his unblemished features. "Good." He concluded, as his melancholy orbs drifted to my stilted lips. **Contains mature/adult content

"Thank you Xavier." "For what?" "For loving and spoiling me the way you do. I'm eternally grateful for you and for our love." My whole body warmed at the sound of her words. Only he can heal her, and only she can heal him. But she's forced to keep her most prized temptation a secret. Rankings: ____________ #10 in Complicated #4 in Teen Romance #3 in Jealousy

Zahra Jones only intention was to graduate, discover true happiness and avoid Levi Karldon by all means possible, but that becomes impossible when she is forced to be in the same group with him for a project. Levi Karldon was arrogant, conceited and manipulative. In a desperate attempt to save his reputation, he accepts a dare to date Zahra, a girl he had always detested. But, what he wasn't expecting was to actually fall in love with her. When someone from Zahra's past comes back with a secret that could ruin her life, everything starts to come apart at the seams. They realize they must overcome many obstacles, including those from their past and the ones yet to come. (Previously "Dared To Love")